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What is going on - closed debut
Dec. 10th, 2012 08:28 amHer arms around Willow, Tara smiles, honestly happy.
She opens her eyes, knowing that they can't actually stay in the room all day. Again. "Xander!"
"That wasn't quite the response I was fishing for," Willow says teasingly as she moves away, going to the dresser.
"No, he's here," Tara points out the window to Buffy in the yard. Buffy and Xander in the yard.
"Think they're making up?"
"I hope so," Tara turns back to her girlfriend, "that's the best part."
It has been the best part for both of them. Things are how they should be. It had been hard being apart from Willow, but Tara knows that it hadn't been hard just for her. She can see how the other woman has changed, how magic is no longer the first thing that Willow goes to in any situation. It's an important thing, her girlfriend isn't on the path to being a scary all-powerful witch anymore. Which isn't to say Willow wasn't crazy-powerful, Tara knows that she is and always will be. That need to use magic, that dependence that had frightened her, that's gone and it couldn't make Tara happier.
"Yeah?" Willow smiles and Tara can't help but return it. She missed that smile so much, and these past few days have been amazing. They've been some of the best in Tara's life, even knowing that things are messed up for so many people that she cares about. Tara wants to help them, and she will, but for now she just wants to revel in the fact that she and Willow are together again.
"I told you that you wouldn't be able to keep your clothes on for long," she teases, knowing that they have a million things to do, including helping Buffy find Warren.
"Hey, you were the one that said we had to go out."
"I did," she agrees, knowing it's the truth. But she wants to relish this moment, relish every moment they have together. "But maybe we don't have to go out yet?"
Tara sees the red before she feels the pain. It's splattered all over Willow, all over her pretty white top. "Your shirt-"
That's when the flash of pain rocks her. The thought that it must be blood and oh god is it her blood? What's happening? Willow?
All those thoughts in a second, because a second is all she has before it's all over. Tara's body slumps, falling to the pavement in a heap.
She starts to cough. Even before she opens her eyes, she's coughing and Tara knows this is wrong. There's blood on her shirt, and she's not where she's supposed to be. She's on a street and it's cold - should she feel the cold? Is this hell? Did Warren do this? A Demon? Is this some kind of spell? Where's the house and Buffy and where's-
"Willow?" She calls out, her voice hoarse from the coughing, and trembling with worry. "Wills?"
She opens her eyes, knowing that they can't actually stay in the room all day. Again. "Xander!"
"That wasn't quite the response I was fishing for," Willow says teasingly as she moves away, going to the dresser.
"No, he's here," Tara points out the window to Buffy in the yard. Buffy and Xander in the yard.
"Think they're making up?"
"I hope so," Tara turns back to her girlfriend, "that's the best part."
It has been the best part for both of them. Things are how they should be. It had been hard being apart from Willow, but Tara knows that it hadn't been hard just for her. She can see how the other woman has changed, how magic is no longer the first thing that Willow goes to in any situation. It's an important thing, her girlfriend isn't on the path to being a scary all-powerful witch anymore. Which isn't to say Willow wasn't crazy-powerful, Tara knows that she is and always will be. That need to use magic, that dependence that had frightened her, that's gone and it couldn't make Tara happier.
"Yeah?" Willow smiles and Tara can't help but return it. She missed that smile so much, and these past few days have been amazing. They've been some of the best in Tara's life, even knowing that things are messed up for so many people that she cares about. Tara wants to help them, and she will, but for now she just wants to revel in the fact that she and Willow are together again.
"I told you that you wouldn't be able to keep your clothes on for long," she teases, knowing that they have a million things to do, including helping Buffy find Warren.
"Hey, you were the one that said we had to go out."
"I did," she agrees, knowing it's the truth. But she wants to relish this moment, relish every moment they have together. "But maybe we don't have to go out yet?"
Tara sees the red before she feels the pain. It's splattered all over Willow, all over her pretty white top. "Your shirt-"
That's when the flash of pain rocks her. The thought that it must be blood and oh god is it her blood? What's happening? Willow?
All those thoughts in a second, because a second is all she has before it's all over. Tara's body slumps, falling to the pavement in a heap.
She starts to cough. Even before she opens her eyes, she's coughing and Tara knows this is wrong. There's blood on her shirt, and she's not where she's supposed to be. She's on a street and it's cold - should she feel the cold? Is this hell? Did Warren do this? A Demon? Is this some kind of spell? Where's the house and Buffy and where's-
"Willow?" She calls out, her voice hoarse from the coughing, and trembling with worry. "Wills?"
