Cross posted to open_on_sunday and my regular journal.
BtVS – All encompassing - Faith
Faith stares at the Christmas tree with wide-eyed wonder. It’s so tall she has to crane her neck to see the white and gold angel perched on the top. She inhales the pure pine scent and smiles. It’s a once a year aroma to be relished and stored away.
It’s all done up in silvers and golds. Much classier than last year’s tacky fluorescents. All the pretty presents under the tree complete the scene.
All too soon it’s time to leave the store’s display and go home to her mother, passed out drunk, and their empty apartment. Merry Christmas, Faith.
It’s been a long time since she’s had any use for the holidays and their trappings. Who has time for gaudy tinsel and fake snow when you’re trying to find a place to bed down, someone to share a few sweaty moments with or dodging demons trying to eviscerate you?
That’s why Faith refuses Buffy’s fake invitation to her home for Christmas. Watching someone else’s perfect holiday will only bring home just how hollow and empty her life is.
Yet when she finds herself at their door and Joyce ushers her into her home, the smell of pine comforts her.
Little girls, little girls, everywhere I turn I see them… The lyrics from Annie spring to mind, starring herself as a modern day Miss Hannigan. But she’s a kinder, gentler Miss Hannigan, right? Watching over a hoard of newbie slayers preparing for their first Christmas together.
“Where should we string the tinsel, Faith?” “Should we use candles or bulbs, Faith?” “Sit with us, Faith, and help us string popcorn for the garlands… please?”
What she hears is “See me, love me, want me, please!” and she smiles. Mama Faith… and she wouldn’t change any of the steps along the way.