❛ excuse you. my dress is this season, not last season!! ❜
❛ In no way, shape or form is that color scheme this season’s. And with those shoes? You look like you walked out of a spring collection from two years ago. ❜
“…because they’re not acting right either…” Still looking around the two of them, just in case anyone else decided to try and intrude on the conversation, Willow couldn’t even attempt to hide her concern anymore. Something was wrong, otherwise she wouldn’t be having as much a case of the wiggins as she was. She’d been around the truth of the Hellmouth long enough to know that when things didn’t feel right, they generally weren’t right. This situation wasn’t any different.
“…Cordelia…we need to do something…”
“So you’re pretty much saying that everyone but you and me is acting like they’re possessed by some creepy thing? Ugh, what kind of freaky nightmare world is this?”
She couldn’t believe her luck. Of all the people to be stuck with when everyone else was acting totally weird, it had to be Willow?
( …Well, at least she’d be the most likely to be able to solve this problem, after maybe Giles.)
“Okay, well, you’re the smart one. What do you suggest we do now?”
She’s not sure how to react, how she’s supposed to react. Why is Buffy telling her this, not Willow or Xander or– - well, pretty much A N Y O N E else? So it takes her a moment to answer, scrambling to compose her thoughts before saying:
“I don’t know about that, Buffy. I mean– - you’ve already saved my life more than once; that seems GOOD enough to me.”
❛cordelia, ❜ her voice was firm, the inner authority figure in buffy bubbling to the surface.
❛ our bodies were somehow swapped, we have no idea who has the strength, and someone could be coming at any minute to attack us. is my diction really the issue here?❜ in any other situation, buffy might have been more sympathetic – but time was of the serious essence here, and she was trying he hardest to keep her signature slayer cool. even if she wasn’t exactly in the body of a slayer right now.
❛ then lets motor. i don’t know how much more wigginess i can take. ❜
“I said I’m all for hurrying, didn’t I? As soon as there’s a cure it’s not like I’m gonna stop you from using it.”
Cordelia ignored Buffy’s reprimand, opting to pick at her– - well, Buffy’s technically - nails instead. God, when was the last time this girl had this girl had gotten a manicure? Seriously, she hadn’t seen cuticles this terrible since the year her mother had gone through a no-products phase.
“- –By the way,once you’re back in this body, do yourself a favor and get a manicure. Seriously, it’s on me if it has to be– - how did you even let your nails get this terrible in the first place?”
Her gaze dropping, Willow wondered, for a split second, whether or not she was just blowing all of this out of proportion in a major way. And then, the memory of how both Buffy and Giles had looked at her came flooding back. Where there normally was the friendliness and comradely that they all shared, there was nothing but empty gazes. Something was up, and she needed to find out what it was.
“Something’s wrong…”
“I’m pretty sure we established that already. But why are you telling me this? Why not tell Xander, or Oz? I’m sure Xander would drop everything to save his precious Buffy, and Oz will do anything you want him to."
Sure, maybe that had all been a little petty of her, given the circumstances. But could you really blame her? She did have a point - - not to mention the fact that Xander’s hero worship of Buffy paired with his weird obsession with Willow was endlessly infuriating. Oz’s puppy love she didn’t really care about either way, but she still didn’t understand why Willow would come to her over those two– - or Giles, for that matter. Why did she think she’d care?
Remaining silent for a few moments, Willow looked around the two of them, making sure there wasn’t anyone else present before she continued. Until she was sure that all of this was either real, or just her imagination, she wasn’t taking any chances. Not with the Hellmouth looming over all of them like some kind of cloud. Sighing, she looked back at Cordelia, her arms crossing over her chest uncomfortably.
“…have you noticed anything weird about Buffy…something strange?” She started, her words showing she was still testing the waters to see if Cordelia would believe her.
“I don’t really notice Buffy in general, but she has been a little weird lately. I mean, even she wouldn’t wear that much leather in one day.“
The dark, sinking feeling only worsened, rising from the pit of her stomach into her throat until it felt like she could barely breathe. If Willow was right, and there really was something wrong with Buffy, it would mean nothing but danger for the rest of them.
