Candles & Leather

Written for the LJ Community “Open On Sunday” – Theme: Strange Dinners

 

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It was strange, the way Buffy would retreat into her room each night with a bag of carryout and two plates. The scent of melting candle wax would make its way under the door, followed later by the heavy odor of smoldering wicks.

 

Sometimes Dawn would press her ear against the door, but she never heard any sounds other than the rustling of paper or sometimes a creaky chair.

 

It had been this way since the night Buffy sent the Immortal away – candles and dinner and silence.

 

And, every once in a while, the faint aroma of leather and cigarettes.