The swirls of time and space moved around aimlessly. Through the mists were
indistinguishable figures of those who have been and must still be. A time
and space for every entity in this place devoid of time and space in terms
such as a mortal should ever understand. Physical form equals to naught,
nothing like black hair, nothing like oval shaped eyes, beauty, fame,
figure, all naught. Nothing. Left behind. Left.
The haze fills and ebbs away like a tide of white film. Motions of the sea recreated in imitation. The breeze that passes through the trees, lifts the hair, whispers that sound to thine ear that no longer does exist. Thine eyes shall see no more of that. Not now. Not here.
This is death. Unfinished. Business still waited upon, consuming the thoughts of those vacant minds, still preoccupied.
A woman formerly known as Miss Jenny Calender by many had been having outside contact through the veil for many shifts now. So many things left unsaid. At least she had been given the chance to speak of her love before her fated night. The entity she remained had long ago forgotten the sensation of human touch, of human feeling. But yet, the remembrance of emotions felt in times 'before' were enough to keep her here. She had begun to wonder if she would never be freed, before the young witch had found a way to reach out to her.
Again, the entity felt the now familiar pull preceding the communication with the mortal.
".Hear me,
Receive my plea,
And answer me."
The candle flickered around Willow's room with the words that she spoke. Allow a smile of self-satisfaction, the young and upcoming witch knew that she had achieved contact again. Not bad so far!
Knowing her audience, she started speaking the words that had caused her to call to her old high school teacher in the first place.
"Sometimes I think that he will never get over you," Willow said softly but sincerely. "He acts that everything is fine and normal, and when something bad is happening for us to battle, his mind is taken off it, but then, when we all go back home and back to uni, his lonely overcomes him again and he misses you."
Willow paused, waiting to see if her visitor wished to make comment on these words. When she was faced only with the usual silence, she continued.
"Buffy told me something once. Something that Giles said the day that he buried you and both of them stood by your grave. Buffy worried about him. She worried about a lot in that time. Some of her worry was even due to the fact that she had never given the chance to forgive you before you died." Willow paused again, before quoting Giles. "At your grave that day, he told Buffy, 'In my years as Watcher, I've buried.too many people. Jenny was the first I'd loved.' If you can, if it is at all possible, you have to let Giles know that you are okay. He needs that much."
Willow sighed, standing up when still no reply was made.
"I guess, though, that if you could have done that, you would have done it many years ago now, huh?" she said sadly. "But then, love is never fair, is it?"
She moved forward to blow out the candle directly in front of her, allowing herself a moment to get her emotions under control. Thoughts of Oz still came to her mind too often for comfort. Willow prepared herself for the sending off part of the ritual.
"I release you of this place,
Consent your travel through time and space."
As she blew out the last candle in her room, the bedroom was given to darkness. Willow cleared up most of the things from the floor, before standing up and getting herself into bed.
A whispering above her head followed her into the dreamscape.
The haze fills and ebbs away like a tide of white film. Motions of the sea recreated in imitation. The breeze that passes through the trees, lifts the hair, whispers that sound to thine ear that no longer does exist. Thine eyes shall see no more of that. Not now. Not here.
This is death. Unfinished. Business still waited upon, consuming the thoughts of those vacant minds, still preoccupied.
A woman formerly known as Miss Jenny Calender by many had been having outside contact through the veil for many shifts now. So many things left unsaid. At least she had been given the chance to speak of her love before her fated night. The entity she remained had long ago forgotten the sensation of human touch, of human feeling. But yet, the remembrance of emotions felt in times 'before' were enough to keep her here. She had begun to wonder if she would never be freed, before the young witch had found a way to reach out to her.
Again, the entity felt the now familiar pull preceding the communication with the mortal.
".Hear me,
Receive my plea,
And answer me."
The candle flickered around Willow's room with the words that she spoke. Allow a smile of self-satisfaction, the young and upcoming witch knew that she had achieved contact again. Not bad so far!
Knowing her audience, she started speaking the words that had caused her to call to her old high school teacher in the first place.
"Sometimes I think that he will never get over you," Willow said softly but sincerely. "He acts that everything is fine and normal, and when something bad is happening for us to battle, his mind is taken off it, but then, when we all go back home and back to uni, his lonely overcomes him again and he misses you."
Willow paused, waiting to see if her visitor wished to make comment on these words. When she was faced only with the usual silence, she continued.
"Buffy told me something once. Something that Giles said the day that he buried you and both of them stood by your grave. Buffy worried about him. She worried about a lot in that time. Some of her worry was even due to the fact that she had never given the chance to forgive you before you died." Willow paused again, before quoting Giles. "At your grave that day, he told Buffy, 'In my years as Watcher, I've buried.too many people. Jenny was the first I'd loved.' If you can, if it is at all possible, you have to let Giles know that you are okay. He needs that much."
Willow sighed, standing up when still no reply was made.
"I guess, though, that if you could have done that, you would have done it many years ago now, huh?" she said sadly. "But then, love is never fair, is it?"
She moved forward to blow out the candle directly in front of her, allowing herself a moment to get her emotions under control. Thoughts of Oz still came to her mind too often for comfort. Willow prepared herself for the sending off part of the ritual.
"I release you of this place,
Consent your travel through time and space."
As she blew out the last candle in her room, the bedroom was given to darkness. Willow cleared up most of the things from the floor, before standing up and getting herself into bed.
A whispering above her head followed her into the dreamscape.