A nitpicky point...neither girl has hazel eyes.
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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock
by tommo » Sun Dec 30, 2001 11:09 pm
A nitpicky point...neither girl has hazel eyes.
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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock
by mollyig » Mon Dec 31, 2001 2:45 am
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Fury twirled within Willow’s ex-girlfriend like whirlwind
Such poetry. Such angst. Such talent.
With regard to your portrayal of Spike. I don't think he's as bad as he makes out. In Family, he could have just let Tara believe she was a demon - he didn't have to prove it, despite his protestations earlier that he didn't care what happens he still did it.
Imagine if Angelus was the chipped vampire in this instance, his cruel mind would have enjoyed the spectacle and reveled in the mayhem.
Just my opinion.
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"To let this love survive would be the greatest gift that we could give"
Emily Saliers (Indigo Girls)
by Puff » Mon Dec 31, 2001 10:32 am
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Bloody hell, sodding, limey, shagging, knickers, bollocks...oh God...I'm English
by bearskeeper » Mon Dec 31, 2001 11:55 am
by willow_thebadasswitch » Mon Dec 31, 2001 3:28 pm
by mariacomet » Mon Dec 31, 2001 3:38 pm
Kieli - *hands you a tissue* I am not sure I have said any of the exact same words as I wrote but I have definitely had the feelings. I have to admit that I had very mixed emotions writing this last part. I hate seeing our girls at odds and in pain.
Kittyko – Ouch. Yes, seeing that ep and reading this piece would make for a long Buffy Watching/reading day. Thank you for the compliment, by the way. I hope the next part makes you feel a bit better.
RJ (MW) I will make things right as best I can. I admit that I am a bit worried that my abilities may not measure up. However, since you have placed your trust in me, I do have a mighty motivation.
Ahem…I made your nerves scream?
AutumnT – I’m hoping that pain is balanced with many other emotions.
Brynn – Well there will be a few more emotional parts. (At least there will be if I do it right) I’m going to try to deliver a rewarding payoff though.
Xita – Patience, patience, patience. I like that you were into the story enough to be a bit frustrated with Willow. Producing emotions IS what I am going for, and I consider that quite a high compliment.
Ruth – I’ll have to go back and find that one. Thank you.
Mollyig – thank you. I think you made an interesting point about what Angelus would have done in ‘Family,’ versus what Spike did. I have often wondered what Spike’s motivation REALLY was? Boredom with the events or his own warped sense of chivalry?
Puff – *HHHHUGGGGGS* I’m not sure ‘making up’ is the right wording. This is a journey from one spot to another. I know the general path and I believe it to be a good/valid one.
Bearskeeper and willow_thebadasswitch – I’m glad you found it beautiful, albeit it painful. I believe they BELONG together – but I think it’s my obligation to try and keep a degree of ‘realism’ (note the parenthesis) Their situation now isn’t permanent. Things will change, change back, change again and then be resolved.
Everyone – The feedback is very much appreciated, as are the very kind words. I know I have set up some fairly low lows, and I hope that by the end you’ll feel that going through the pain was worth it. HHHUGGGGGGGGGGSSSSS all around, kittens. Happy New Year!
[This message has been edited by mariacomet (edited December 31, 2001).]
by Rane » Mon Dec 31, 2001 4:12 pm
mucho hugs and happy new year, honey! you're are not only a wonderful beta you're a great friend too!
please update soon! i need to know how this ends!
by aladdin » Mon Dec 31, 2001 11:34 pm
Happy New Year and love to every one who isn't already happy and loved. Or who thinks they are not. Believe me, you are loved! I'm stopping now, too much wine.
by orion » Tue Jan 01, 2002 3:19 pm
oh what am I saying, like I could stop now. This IS going to get better right? Just don't kill them all in the end and I think I'll be okay. *sniff* *sniff*
by mariacomet » Tue Jan 01, 2002 9:30 pm
Her first reaction was to be angry, dangerously so, the temptation to lash out was strong. Willow wanted to grab the universe and make it surrender to her bidding. The power was in her, still simmering, still awaiting her command. Willow knew spells, she’d told Xander as much, spells for almost anything. Including winning the heart of a reluctant lover. Tara had walked out on her. The world was a cruel, cruel place. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t just. It wasn’t even good. Why shouldn’t Willow use everything at her disposal to get what she wanted, what she needed? I could make her mine. I could…I could…
The desire for vengeance was a knee jerk reaction that pushed her to fight back whenever she was in pain. These thoughts lived and died quickly. The path she had chosen long ago was one that would allow her to help people. Admittedly she had a small darkening inside her, one she would always struggle against, but that was not her essence. It was not who Tara had fallen in love with. Tara would say I’m better than this.
Willow leaned back against the oak, trying to catch her breath. She suddenly felt as if everything evil in the world was chasing her. A sinking feeling enveloped the young woman. The world was coming apart underneath her feet and she was unable to find any balance. It was possible that she would have stood there forever if the words hadn’t risen in her. Her spirit was willing to stay in that place, allowing life to continue around her, as she remained behind trying to gather the pieces of her broken heart. Yet the words did come, and she heard them.
For the one that has touched evil, letting it coil warmly within them but has retreated from darkness back to the arms of cold truth.
I don’t know where I was headed. I had grown too powerful. It corrupted me. What I did to Tara is inexcusable, but I did turn back. Even if it was too late.
For the one that has given up part of themselves, sacrificing priceless things for the sake of love.
I pushed magic into a cage. I couldn’t bear hurting the people that I loved.
For the betrayer of a gentle soul, that one who is undeserving of a new day but has enough understanding to grieve for the lack of it.
I love you, Tara.
For the brave who can once again lay down their heart even after this offering has been dismissed, or abandoned.
Willow shifted and watched the retreating back of her love.
If the moon is full faced on the night of birth, the longest night of the year…
The red head looked up to the round orb above, glowing down on her with tender fierceness. She moved to one knee, and gathered the book. Her fingers moved over it slowly, tracing the leather bound cover.
Maybe it is just an old book.
If she does not find you and return your kiss when the moon is at its highest point, then her heart will pass to another. A new door will be opened to her by the sunrise. She will be given a way of happiness and you will drown in tears.
Tara, before you met me, were you ever as angry as you were today? The shame you felt as a child when your father told you all his lies - had you buried it, baby? Did I give it back to you? Like a nightmare? I was always so proud of your heart. Did I tear it’s center? Willow shivered. Is that what I did? I would do anything…risk anything… to make it right.
She cradled the volume to her chest and stood. She felt her feet begin to move, rapidly without hesitation, after Tara.
Tara felt something take her arm and she turned, and met the sparkling eyes of the woman she loved. “If it’s what you need, I-I’ll do what you asked. Even if I hate it.” The words became trapped in Willow’s throat and she had to fight to continue. “But, do something for me. Or, actually, let me do something for you.”
“There’s nothing left for you to do.” Came the blonde’s quiet, defeated voice. “It’s all been done. It’s all been said.”
Willow reacted quickly, afraid that if she paused, the definitive words would take root between them and steal all hope. “I made you believe and then I took that belief away from you.” The redhead insisted. “All I want is to try and change that.”
Her ex-lover’s lips set in a thin quivering line. “That’s not up to you.” Emotionally, the tears were still there, but she was too weary to cry.
The redhead pressed the old book into Tara’s hands. “I’m asking. Let me do this.”
A fleeting look of sad disbelief passed into blue eyes. “You always think you can fix things. You can’t fix us, Willow.”
Willow caught her shoulders. “I just want to give. To you. Just let me do this one thing. Let me show what I feel for you.” A wall had been standing between the two of them for months; each had been trying to protect themselves. At that moment Willow took down her portion of the wall and stood defenseless. “You need to know that you inspire worlds within me Tara. You make me want to be a hero. You make me the bravest person on the face of the earth. I’ve told people that I love them before, but it was like a rite of passage. With you, I wanted to spend every breath finding new ways to give you everything. My whole life, I knew I was capable of doing more, doing great things, but you taught me how. Because loving you is the most powerful thing I’ve ever done.”
It became urgent for Tara to stop the barrage. Her will was bending. “What we had was wonderful, b-but you need to move on. You deserve be with someone that makes you happy.”
A quiet smile. “You know what I want to say back to that.” The redhead reached forward carefully curling her hands around Tara’s. She slowly moved backward one step, then another, urging the holder of her heart to follow. “Please.”
Her hands were not being held tightly; the power to pull away was hers. Yet Tara didn’t, her ragged spirit was too tired to fight now. And she was still too much in love to refuse such a heartfelt request. Part of her rebelled – what good was another castle in the sky? Just one more, something in her heart whispered, just for a little while. Tara allowed herself to be lead gently, till they were once again standing under the old oak tree. Willow knelt, still guiding the blonde witch, waiting till she knelt with her.
Conflict bubbled on the surface of Tara’s mind. Was it wise to let Willow believe, to give her hope? Perhaps she was betraying all that she had intended. This was not a clean break; this was a dance on the edge of a knife. It was bound to cut them both. Adoring green eyes called to Tara, asking her to trust. She didn’t know if she could. You’re still my hero, Willow. You make me want to believe. Of her own will, she leaned back, lying down beneath the tree of the king.
Willow moved forward, studying the woman that held her heart in the moonlight. I had a minute of bravery but I think I’m having a cowardice relapse. Willow ran her fingertips over Tara’s eyes, bidding Tara to shut them. “Close your eyes.” Willow said softly.
Tara couldn’t resist the loving touch, and yielded once again, despite her reservations.
So this is what Sleeping beauty looked like, mused Willow, no wonder knights fought dragons. My princess. Willow stretched out next to her. The warmth of Tara’s body was both tantalizing and comforting. The hacker brushed a stray tendril of golden hair away from where it dangled over her ex-lover’s eyes. Tara was wearing her hair up today. It was something new she had begun trying after Willow had come into her life - no more hiding behind the long silken strands. Yet as always, some of Tara’s hair refused to stay in place, defying its mistress. The sameness of this made the hacker smile.
Willow’s eyes drifted, touching each line of her love’s face: Tara’s brow, just slightly high, the full cheeks that were only just tinted with red, the lines around the bastion lips always ready to crinkle in a crooked smile. Many nights in their past life together, Willow had watched her sleep. Her expression was then much like it was now, relaxed and trusting.
The redhead leaned forward then paused again, her fears dancing around her. She couldn’t be sure what would happen after she started following the path of a legend. The collar of Tara’s jacket was starting to turn up on one side, and Willow smoothed it down. It was another excuse to touch, to be close, without risk. Willow’s heart was sprinting in her chest, refusing to allow her to breathe evenly. A whisper in her soul spoke of the price of loving someone without reservation. The cost was everything. The question was loud and unrelenting. For a moment, she felt an urge to draw back, to run. She didn’t. Her answer was yes. Slowly she covered Tara’s lips with her own.
Tara had to fight to keep her hands limp at her sides. They yearned to reach for Willow. My heart never doubts that it knows you. She tilted up her chin, trying to prolong the simple contact between them. It was just a touch and it was electric, their supple lips sampling the long forgotten mimicking of two bound hearts.
Willow felt her body become eager for the kiss to deepen and it was at that moment that she drew back. When Willow spoke, her voice was quiet but unwavering. “I offer, I wait. For your happiness and not my own, I bless thee. For your joy and not my own, I wish for thee."
For a moment nothing happened and it was as if a neutral universe had proceeded on as normal, despite the most heartfelt wish Willow had ever made. At that time though, and under that particular full moon, with that particular wish, something beyond the confines of the usual happened. A blue circle of light began to form around the tree. Tara had opened her eyes after the kiss and now sat up rapidly, instinctively drawing closer to Willow. The oak and the two lovers were made bright by the glow of a strange cobalt fire. It formed a thin sphere on the ground, completely enclosing them.
[This message has been edited by mariacomet (edited January 02, 2002).]
by The Rose » Tue Jan 01, 2002 10:07 pm
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Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.
Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.
Tara: Nobody messes with my girl!
by Rane » Tue Jan 01, 2002 10:30 pm
happy new years, MC!
by emily 'first' » Wed Jan 02, 2002 12:24 pm
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vive,valeque.
by willow_thebadasswitch » Wed Jan 02, 2002 12:59 pm
by orion » Wed Jan 02, 2002 1:59 pm
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"Okay, thats a little blacker then I like my arts" -Willow Dopplegangland
by RomanceJunky » Wed Jan 02, 2002 4:02 pm
RJ...she of the screamimg nerves...
by delany » Wed Jan 02, 2002 8:15 pm
by boo » Wed Jan 02, 2002 9:30 pm
oh my. so gorgeous. beautifully written, even in angst.
by mariacomet » Thu Jan 03, 2002 9:08 pm
Well see, it's like this...
I got Sims and Hot Date as a late Christmas Gift and have been kind of busy playing house with Willow and Tara.
*ahems and tries to look dignified*
Rane, chica! Glad you are liking the story. I am still a member in good standing of the Rane appreciation club.
The next part has Spike in it and I am a little gun shy about that to be honest. I do think what I am writing is within the scope of his character, but more than anything else he's a plot device for the Willow and Tara stuff.
Anyhow, should have something new up tomorrow.
by willow_thebadasswitch » Thu Jan 03, 2002 9:19 pm
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Originally posted by mariacomet:
Anyhow, should have something new up tomorrow.
Oh goodie! I can't wait for the next part. Spike, eh? Now I'm even more curious if that's at all possible.
quote:by Jessie » Fri Jan 04, 2002 4:25 pm
*waving* Hey! It's tomorrow ... update?! Please ... please please.
This is such a heartbreaking, yet hopeful story. I'm so conflicted as I read it ...
... I hope to read more soon. (very soon ... oh so soon!)
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by miss_spangles » Fri Jan 04, 2002 5:57 pm
by orion » Fri Jan 04, 2002 8:09 pm
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Originally posted by mariacomet:
I got Sims and Hot Date as a late Christmas Gift and have been kind of busy playing house with Willow and Tara.
AHA! Sims Hot Date has sucked in another person, they should have a warning label "May effect other outside intrests" or "Do Not play while writting a fanfic"
hee hee I have my own Willow/Tara house, but right now they aren't getting along...I think Willow was a little to assertive with the smoochies....
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"Okay, thats a little blacker then I like my arts" -Willow Dopplegangland
by mariacomet » Fri Jan 04, 2002 9:39 pm
Title: Legends of the Kiss part 4A
Feedback: - I will beg if I have to. Really.
Email address: mariacomet@hotmail.com
Distribution: Just let me know.
Spoilers: All episodes. I am loosely tying this to my 'Empty Boxes' and 'Believe' pieces but I don't think you have to read them to understand this.
Rating: PG…for now. There will be at least an 'R' part toward the end, which I have to tell you I am already blushing about writing.
Disclaimer: All Characters contained here-in are owned by and products of the genius of Joss Whedon and Co.
Legends of the Kiss
(Part 4A)
By Mariacomet
Dawn was crouched down behind some bushes. At her side, Spike was laying back with his arms pillowing his head. So far he hadn’t paid any attention at all to the scene unfolding before him.
“I promised I’d help, I didn’t promise I’d care.” He said simply.
She gave him a look that pure irritation. “I don’t get it, how can you be all like, ‘when Dru and me were in Paris’ or ‘I love the Slayer but that doesn’t mean I’ll take any crap’ all the time when you’re such a cynic.” Dawn had done a passable English accent when imitating him and was quite pleased with herself.
“I’m not a cynic, I’m a realist.” The vampire countered, looking to her. “And dealing with Dru and Buffy is exactly why I am that way. Women like that have no idea what they want and lead you around by the short hairs till they figure it out. Which in Dru’s case lasted centuries.”
The teen felt obligated to defend her sister, even though she had witnessed the strange ‘dance’ that Buffy and Spike did around one another. “Well it’s not like Buffy wants you to chase after her. Just get over her and go after someone else. There must be a nice vamp…er…woman in town that’s a little less alive than Buffy is.”
His thin lips lifted a moment. A lot went on that Dawn wasn’t told. He wasn’t sure he agreed with that. It was no way to prepare her for the real world, but in this case he deferred to the Slayer’s judgement. Besides, there was something to be said for breaking a kid in slowly to the horrors of the world. That thought made him frown. Any serious horrors wanting to cross paths with Dawn better be a much bigger bad then he was. Most of the regular demons in town knew who Dawn was and more importantly knew who her sister was. Of course there were the visitors to worry about and those that were either too stupid or ignorant to care.
He realized he’d been quiet a beat too long. “Girl like Buffy – forbidden – she’s a bone to a pup like me. Just the way I am.”
Dawn regarded him seriously. It was hard to define what she felt for Spike. She cared about him, but she was very aware that he wasn’t entirely trustworthy. Buffy had made it a point to sit her down and explain why NO ONE trusted Spike. Still, the teen did feel safe around the vampire. She wanted to believe he would never hurt her. Besides he was interesting and always had a good story. Dawn generally considered him reliable when it came to herself. But the love/hate thing with him and Buffy concerned her. “Spike…you wouldn’t hurt her would you? I mean, she’s been through a lot. With Angel and then with Riley. And Giles left and she’s, you know, stuck with this troublemaking little sister. And bills. Lots of bills.”
His blue eyes were thoughtful for a moment, his more cavalier attitude falling away. “This thing with the Slayer and me, I can’t explain it. I didn’t want to be in love with little Ms. Mary Poppins and her stake collection, believe me. But love’s a funny thing. It works its will in you, making you run all hot and cold. One minute, you want to take her in your arms and protect her with everything you got. Next minute, you want to strangle the life out of her with your own bare hands.”
“That didn’t really reassure me.”
“It’s complicated.” Spike answered. He always seemed to feel strangely patient with Dawn. Usually he hated being asked about what he considered his personal business. Of course, Buffy was the kid’s sister. However, he preferred things between he and Dawn to be on the up and up. “I know who I am. I’ve never paused when it came to getting what I want. No matter who was in my way.” Silence stretched between them, both of them measuring the weight of the admission. The vampire didn’t like the look of distress that touched the young woman’s face. “It’s a good thing that right now what I want is for you and Buffy to be safe. And maybe for Buffy to occasionally get her knickers out of a bind. Point is, I have never let anyone hurt what’s mine, except me.”
She gave a snort. “Buffy and I are yours?”
The idea suited him, but he wasn’t in the mood to be mocked, so he shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Maybe you should join us here in the 21st century.”
“Maybe you should put a muzzle on it. I thought you were here to watch the show.”
Dawn turned back toward the two witches. “Geez, watching the show. Don’t get all snippy. There’s nothing worse than a pouting vampire.” Spike gave her a hard stare, which didn’t see because her attention was firmly back on Willow and Tara. “Oh no! Spike! She’s walking away.”
“Who?” The vampire queried with only the vaguest of interest.
“Tara.”
He leaned up to get a look for himself, and pursed his lips in puzzlement. “Well…what do you know.” The teenager hit him in the arm. Twice. He winced in pain, she was getting to be quite the slugger. “You’re THIS close from being put over my knee, I’m warning ya, Little Bit.”
“We have to do something!”
“No, it’s alright. See? Red is going after her. Told you, Scoobies are just puppets waiting for a puppet master. ” He sank back into a reclining position. Buffy’s sister decided to pointedly ignore him then and turned back to watching the two witches.
A few minutes passed in silence. “Um…Spike.” Dawn called out suddenly.
Her blonde co-conspirator leaned up on one elbow. “What, did someone slap someone?” The thought seemed to appeal to him. “Dawn? Hello?”
“This is bad.” The teenager noted. His brows narrowed in confusion and slowly he sat up to take a look for himself. The two witches were surrounded by a ring of blue. The glow of the circle grew brighter and then suddenly was gone taking with it the two witches and the oak tree. Gone. The word ‘bad’ didn’t seem to cover it.
“What happened?” Dawn asked him frantically.
Spike groaned. “We just sent the Slayer’s best friend and the newest member of the family to never never land. That’s it. She’s gonna stake me right proper this time.”
The teenager was considering that option as well. She had never meant for this to happen. A list of worst case scenarios began to fill her mind and she felt a pins and needles sensation all over her body, as if she might be getting a fever. “I thought you said the Legend was a forgery!”
“Yeah well…Earl said…Earl. He must have swindled me.” Obviously terrorizing the smaller demon into doing the Legend for him at a discounted rate, wasn’t the best of ideas. It made Spike sigh. Once he’d had a reputation. Demons and vamps alike had respected him. That was before the dammed chip and his involvement with Buffy’s crew. Now they linked him with the other do-gooders. It wasn’t fair.
Panic was threatening to surge, and it made her feel cold and clammy. This was all her fault. She clenched her fists, forcing herself to calm down. Panic wouldn’t help, but a plan would. Dawn had learned how to be strong, to use her mind when things got tough, this time would be no exception. “We should tell Buffy. And maybe call Giles…”
Spike winced, shutting his eyes tightly. He could have gone to the Bronze. Or to a nice new demon nest he knew just outside town. Instead here he was, half the night gone with a teenager “No.” The vampire was on his feet before Dawn could blink. “I’m going to see you home, then I’m going to find Earl.”
“I’m coming too.”
“He doesn’t live in Disney land and his customers aren’t Mickey Mouse and friends.” The blonde vampire replied firmly. “I’ll be faster on my own. You just act like everything is normal and don’t tell the Slayer a thing.”
“But Spike…”
“Not a damned peep, you hear?”
[This message has been edited by mariacomet (edited January 20, 2002).]
by Rane » Fri Jan 04, 2002 9:50 pm
by Quill » Fri Jan 04, 2002 11:07 pm
by orion » Fri Jan 04, 2002 11:37 pm
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"Okay, thats a little blacker then I like my arts" -Willow
by Jessie » Sat Jan 05, 2002 2:36 am
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"And how long have you known your girlfriend's Tinkerbell?"
by xita » Sat Jan 05, 2002 2:42 am
by 'lucy' moore » Sat Jan 05, 2002 6:50 am
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fiat justitia,ruat caelum.
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