Title: The Witch and the Wardrobe
Word Count: 459
Prompt: If you could live in any fictional story, which one would you choose?
Rating: K
Summary: Willow and Tara go for a walk. They discuss Queens, Narnia and stories.
A/N: Not uploading for 7 months? More likely than you think. I'm not sure about this, but hopefully I will like my writing more as I get back into the rhythm.
"If you could live in any story, which one would you choose?" Willow asked. It was, she thought, a question which was as old as imagination- and lead down so many routes and to so many interesting ideas, she found it was often her go-to conversation started. She waited for Tara to answer, wondering if she already knew what her girlfriend would say.
"Oh, you can't ask that!" Tara laughed, swinging their hands into their air as they walked. They were slowly on their way home, strolling past the park Tara loved so much. "There's way too many to choose from!"
"But which would you go for?" Willow pressed, laughing as well. She basked in Tara's smile, in her happiness.
"Hmm..." Tara paused to think, slowing her pace. Then she finally spoke: "Narnia."
"Narnia?!" Willow grinned, having guessed right.
"Yes, Narnia! Me and Aslan would be best friends and I would ask Queen Susan to marry me."
"I feel replaced," Willow pouted, elbowing her girlfriend. "Couldn't we both just be Queen? Ruling side by side?"
Tara shook her head. "We're not of Royal blood," she explained. "Although that would be fun."
"Well, then." Willow felt put out. "Is Susan of Royal blood?!"
"She- she-" Tara stopped, indignant. "Have you even read the books?"
"Yes," Willow spoke defensively, which was true. "Just a long time ago." Which was also true.
"Then you'll know," they resumed their walking at Tara spoke. Gravel crunched under their feet, and it must've been hot under the Californian sun. "That Susan was of Royal blood. She was the one with the bow and arrow."
"Bow and arrow," Willow muttered, more to wind Tara up then anything else, "what's so great about a bow and arrow?! I have magic! I can destroy that bow and arrow with a snap of my fingers!"
"You wouldn't dare! Not Susan!" Tara laughed. "And anyway, you don't have that sort of power."
"Not yet!" Willow grinned. "But one day I'll be the most powerful witch in the Western hemisphere! Just you wait!"
"I will look forward to it," Tara stuck her tongue out at Willow and mock curtsied. "My Queen."
Willow laughed and curtsied back, repeating: "My Queen."
"Which story would you choose?" Tara asked after a moment.
Willow paused- there were so many answers, of course. When she was younger she would've said Star Wars, or that she wanted to be Xena. Now her mind was blank and she turned to look at Tara: her red lips, her blonde hair, her gorgeous eyes and the way they seemed to be the colour of magic itself. Finally, Willow spoke.
"I like this story the best. With you."