rhh21: Thanks! I know,I'm so horrible, i always make them suffer before they get together ! *hits self* But at the end a surprise :D
taysla: Thanks! Faith will play a big part in the next update, who is bellow :)
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« Heya T. Not gonna play Twister ? »
« I’m fine thanks Faith... I’d prefer just to be just left alone in here »
« Alone time, eh ? Sure, if there is anything i can do. And also, y’know that time at the bronze ? I’m sorry for being mean. Anyways, i’ll make sure no one bothers ‘ya T »
Tara smile softly at the once rogue slayer, now her ex’s cherished friend.
« Thank you Faith, and you can stay up here if they’re bugging you » Faith put her soda on the closest surface she could find and jumped on the bed.
« Spill out ‘ya blues T » the Brunette smiled. Tara smirked, then frowned sadly.
« You wanna hear a lonely girl’s problems ? »
« Well, i did have to put up with Red » Faith laughed, then returned to a serious face. « Come on T, it’ll help »
« Well... It’s hard you know, we fell in love, and slowly, she got addicted to magick and did one thing wrong. I scared her off, she ran away. I mean, i was so hurt. I love her more than anything and braking up was so, so hard. But she ran away. I felt like i was torn apart. An empty shell. Then out of the blue, she comes back » she laughed slightly « i ran off, startled. But when she found me, tripped over in the mud in her nice white dress. We had fun as we came back, like before. At the party, i over heard her conversation with Xander... She has a scar on her face, her beautiful face... because of me » Tears trailed down her cheek. Faith hugged her.
« It wasn’t your fault. Don’t blame yourself. Hell, blame magick » Faith smiled, doing her best to cheer her up.
« Which i could blame magick Faith. But i use magick, so do many others. Even slayers have magick »
« Point taken. » Faith wiped the still visible tears off Tara’s cheek, slowly, not hurting the sad girl. From the door, Willow watched, not visible to them.
« Thank you Faith »she smiled « Don’t mention this to Willow... I don,’t know how she’d react »
« She’d be fine with it T, she loves you »
Willow sat all grumpy on the couch in Buffy’s living room, ruining the mood of the party.
« Hey Will, what’s up ? your a real mood killer tonight ! » Buffy laughs as she sits beside her friend.
« Faith and Tara.They were in Tara’s room, they were talking. Tara said something about not telling me something. I think she and Faith are together or something »
« Willow ! you really think after all this she’d be with some one else but you ? »
Willow nodded
« Dummy ! she loves you more than anything. It’d be good if you guys actually sat together and talked. Or do i need to tie you both up ? »
« Well you could tie me to a train... »
« Will ! » Buffy hit her playfully « Oh, when we speak of the devil, here she is. » She gestured to Tara who entered the room « Go talk »
« But Buffy... » The red head complained. Buffy stood up and held Willow’s hands, pulling her up. « GO ! » she ordered her friend, pushing her towards the blonde.
« H-hey » the red haired girl blushed and looked down. Tara noted that her habit had been taken up by Willow, which meant she was feeling insecure, nervous and alone.
« Hi...do you want to talk ? »
« yes » she whispered, relieved that the Blonde had asked first.
« Outside ? » Tara offered as their way out. She sat on a bench and Willow sat on it, leaving a space between them.
« Willow, you can sit closer, I’m not going to bite you »
she thought to herself.
She shuffled over beside the taller girl and looked down nervously.
« So.. »
« So... » Willow sighed in agreement to what Tara had said.
« How’ve you been ? » The blonde asked.
« Terrible, you ? »
« Same »
« Tara, I’m so sorry and ---»
« Willow, don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault »
« It was more mine than yours ! » she argued.
« But lets stop apologizing, OK ? »
« OK » Willow smiled, and Tara returned one too.
« Willow... I’ve got something to important to say. And you may think i’m crazy, and rushing things, or stupid or all of the above... »
Willow frowned worried « What ? »
Tara looked at Willow in the eyes, with hope and worry.
« Willow Rosenberg... Will you marry me ? »