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gen_storyteller2007-02-16 10:39 pm
One ficlet, One 100 word Prompt
The first story:
Title: Heat
Author: Poisontearss
Characters: Willow, Tara
Rating: G
Summary: She likes summer best of all...
Title: Heat
Author: Poisontearss
Characters: Willow, Tara
Rating: G
Prompt: 001--Seasons
Community: Still_Grr, Genfic_storyteller
Summary: Willow likes all of the seasons, but Tara has her favorite one.
A/N: Second W/T ficlet I’ve done today. Dunno why, but these two are calling to me to write them!
Willow likes summer best of all.
Despite the fact they live in Southern California, she still likes it.
Tara’s favorite season is fall. With the changes of the leaves...the way they turn colors. She likes the way the air feels crisp against her skin when she’s walking.
Willow doesn’t mind fall after hearing Tara talk about it. She would prefer to be on some beach, soaking up sunshine.
They both agree that winter isn’t for them.
Too cold.
Too white.
Too bitter for her taste.
She wants summer, with it’s heat.
It’s warmth.
Like Tara
How she feels.
Warm.
And the second one:
Title: I’m Going Home
Author: Poisontearss
Paring: Willow/Tara
Summary: It’s time for Willow to go home. Someone else agrees with her.
The candles are lit. Check. So is the incense. Double check. The witch ponders for a moment, studying her small make shift altar. She doesn’t know why, but she feels on edge.
Ever since the breakup with Kennedy, Willow hasn’t been the same.
She wasn’t sure she even loved Kennedy.
Rebound, maybe?
She doesn’t know. All she knows is, ever since...her magick is escalating. 65
Again. It kind of frightens her.
Willow sits in the circle of flames, watching as they dance around her.84
And finally, she comes.
"You can’t keep doing this, my love."
"I know-but I don’t wanna stop." Willow admitted. "Please Baby, I need you. You’re the only one who can help me." Willow begged.
Tara sighs. She looks around the room, and leans out to touch her face. "You haven’t told them, have you?" Tara’s spirit asks.
"Tell them that I can see you?" She shakes her head. "Of course not. They’d think I was nuts--or ya know, with the evil killing rampage Willow again. I don’t wanna let them know. They’ll just worry." She said.
"But they love you." Tara assured her. "You should go back to them. You’ve been gone too long."
And that much was true. Ever since the Hell mouth officially closed, Willow had decided to branch out on her own. At first, it had been with Kennedy. Then, on her own.
"It’d be a new season for you, Willow." Tara says softly. "You need this. Go home. Show them what you can do. They will not be afraid of you."
And soon, the magick is gone. Willow closes her eyes, letting the tears fall as happy memories of herself and her beloved Tara flash across her shut eyelids. She sighs, cleans up the makeshift altar. After coming back to the physical world, Willow rises and picks up her cell phone.
The second number in her phone book is Buffy. She pushes the button to activate the Slayer’s cell. At the sound of her old friend’s voice, more memories touch her. Yes, Tara is right.
She needs to go home. She needs a chance to start over, amend bridges.
This is truly a new season for her.
~F I N~
Ok, let me know if I forgot anything! Thanks guys!
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