Trap

Willow had become trapped. She was locked in her addiction to magic, and there was no escape.

Tara - her love, her heart - had left her because of it. And she only got worse - Amy, Rack - and the trap grew tighter.

It was hopeless. She had hit rock bottom, head first. And the shining light at the top of the hole, the world's only perfection, was barely visible.

She had been happy, so happy, and then she had fallen, and she couldn't get out of the trap. Willow had run into the only problem she couldn't solve.

India

One of the first spells Willow and Tara had done together was an introduction to teleportation. Normally that would have been too difficult for either one of them, but together it was possible.

They sprinkled the herbs, drew the symbols, and started to chant. As the words mingled, the women could feel energy, heat, building,

Magic was a unique feeling, and sharing it with someone - Tara suspected an auric bond had formed when they had joined hands to keep out the Gentlemen.

There was a flash, and for a second they were in a field in India, just them.

Muse

The teacher paced through the rows of easels. "Paint something that you know. Something that inspires you."

Willow glanced at her girlfriend, who was looking at her too. They took an Art class together, and it was a wonderful release from both supernatural and school drama for the two.

On Willow's easel, a curtain of blonde hair billowed around a round face. The face was soft and kind, and obviously Tara.

Tara's painting was more abstract. It featured orange swirls and multicolored dabs, an image of Willow and her magic.

They smiled at each other. Knows and inspires you, indeed.

Wrong

As Tara stared at her girlfriend, she knew something was wrong.

Willow was jumpy, and kept checking her phone. It was like she was waiting for something.

This went on for a week. Willow was still acting strange.

"Willow?" Tara asked finally. "Are you alright?"

Willow had always been a terrible liar; she didn't even try. "I'm sorry, baby. It was supposed to be a surprise, but I was so worried something would go wrong, I couldn't keep calm, and-"

"What?"

Willow happily, pulled out her phone, and opened a picture of a kitten. "I'm adopting a cat for us!"

Key

"Xander, do you have the house key?" Buffy asked, searching her pockets. Xander tried the door of the Summers' house again, and Anya looked under the plant pot, where the spare key usually rested in a typical human household. "I think I forgot mine in the house." She waved Anya away.

"Sorry, Buffy." He frowned. "Nothing."

Buffy peered inside.

Dawn was asleep on the couch, Willow and Tara on either side of her. The two women's hands were entwined, and the three looked for all the world like a perfect family.

She let it go, knowing Dawn needed this now.

I have enough prompts for six weeks, so I don't need anything else for now. I'm also doing this for a variety of ships, so check around. Updates Sundays, starting 2/9.
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