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Easter egg: The last two lines of dialogue are from a song lyric. A cookie to the first Kitten that can identify it and provide the next line in the song.
“Willow? Willow, wake up.” The redhead stirred, but did not respond.
“Willow!” the voice was more insistent. That voice; Miriam? Did you follow me? I thought you were staying behind. Willow stirred and opened her eyes, to find herself bathed in soft light. She looked around her. The forest seemed different somehow. She couldn’t remember a dawn quite like this.
“Congratulations, Willow. You performed the ritual perfectly. Thank you.” The ritual! Suddenly Willow was wide awake as recollection came flooding back. She turned and finally saw the figure standing behind her.
“Tara? It’s true then, I am dead.”
The blonde smiled. And stretched out her hand to help Willow up. Willow took it and stood face to face with her soul mate. Tara said, “You died, so did I, but we’re not - dead. We’re just - in a different place.”
“I can touch you,” Willow wondered, squeezing Tara’s hand. Tara’s grin broadened. “I can touch you! I can touch you!” Willow grinned back, and then flung herself into the blonde’s arms in a passionate embrace. Willow screamed her happiness to the infinite blue sky. Tara laughed. The redhead’s lips sought and found the other’s soft lips in a lingering kiss. Body to body, breast to breast, they clung to each other and time seemed to stop.
Much, much later, the two held each other at arm’s length and looked deep into the other’s eyes.
“I’m in heaven,” Willow said breathlessly. “This is heaven, isn’t it?”
“I suppose so, or at least, one aspect of it,” Tara hesitated. “I’m new here too, I don’t want to act like I’m a woman of great knowledge or anything.”
“If it’s heaven, it’s a very nice aspect,” Willow observed, though her eyes remained fixed on Tara. “What happens now?”
Tara linked her arm through Willow’s and they began to walk side by side to a place where the forest thinned. “We exist here for a time. We’ll walk together, talk, rest, eat and drink.”
“And touch?” Willow winked.
“Oh, yes. In a while, my mother will be here, too.”
“I hope she’ll allow us some privacy?”
“She’ll be…busy,” Tara said carefully. “There are many others here, and mother won’t have seen some of them for many years. There’ll be lots of catching up to do. And lots of Willow and Tara alone time, too,” and she looked Willow up and down and smiled. “Eventually, my mother will leave this place and be born again in the mortal world. A little while later, I’ll go and join her. And you’ll be reborn too. And someday…”
“We’ll find each other again. Always,” Willow finished. Tara nodded. “Tara, how long will we have here together?”
Tara shook her head. “Time doesn’t mean much in a place like this. It could be a few decades; it could be two hundred years.”
Willow leant close against Tara and whispered in her ear, “Two hundred years would be - nice,” to which Tara giggled, “Vixen,” and kissed the redhead again.
They walked on a little further, reaching a place where the forest gave way. A vista of grassy hills and valleys greeted them. In the far distance the vague outline of another great forest could be seen, alongside a small city. Willow stopped for a moment, lost in thought.
“What is it, my love?” Tara asked.
“I was wondering; is this the first time this has happened to us? Finding each other? Are we the first? Or has this happened before?”
Tara shrugged, uncertain. So much gets lost between lifetimes! “Most likely it’ll happen again.”
“Yes.” And arms entwined lovingly, they walked on across the emerald plain.
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The End of "A Darker Time"
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"Willow and Tara keep kissing. It is intense, it is passionate, and it is, above all else, love. Truly and forever."
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