Rhapsody in Orange

It's always the little things.

Like that time she tripped in the playground and Xander put a orange smilie Band-Aid on her knee.

Or when she decided to paint her doll-house and Xander closed his eyes and told her in an ominous voice that her Barbies wanted orange walls.

Her first shirt with an attempt to a low neckline was orange, and Xander had smiled and told her she looked pretty.

They exchange chocolate (Hershey's) for a fruit (orange) when the mood hits them - and it hits at the same time.

The little things are what make Willow dream.

Fuego y Hielo

Sometimes Willow wonders how they look to others, what they think about this relationship she just started.

They are different, that Willow knows. She with her red hair, always following her movements like a faithful flame. Oz's choice for the week is blue, and Willow has to admit the colour reflects what's within him.

She talks too much, as if words would burn her from within. Oz always is careful, icing them in his mind until it's the right moment to defrost them.

Willow wonders how they must look, so different yet holding hands.

She thinks it must be pretty.

Road to Glory

Willow was afraid in the beginning.

Tara was patient and understanding, she always let Willow have her own space and Willow thanked her for that. Because space was needed, a place to stash all the fear she felt.

Willow wasn't afraid of loving a woman. She wasn't afraid of loving Tara. She was afraid of loving, as simple and scary as that.

But one day Tara managed to keep the fear away and slowly Willow began to trust that maybe this time it would work.

It did.

When she understood that it was meant to be, there was only joy.

Chocolate Road to Ruin

Kennedy came exactly when she was needed. Everything happens for a reason, and their reason was to support Willow in Sunnydale.

Kennedy pushed her to do magic when Willow was broken. She whispered about the power humming over her skin.

She was sweetness when Willow most needed it.

But Kennedy also fancied that power, she wanted her lover to do unnecessary spells.

To follow her meant something Willow still has nightmares about.

Kennedy had been what she'd needed. But that was another hell, another part of her story.

And those reasons are now buried in the hole that is Sunnydale.

Yellow Brick Road

One day Willow realises that she's followed the yellow brick road for the last decade.

She followed him when she was an awkward teenager, hungry for the approval he always had for her. She followed him when she began to become a woman, finding in him the support she craved.

Once she strayed; but he returned to push her in the right way. It would be years until he allowed her to follow him again, to learn the lessons he'd always wished to teach.

Control. Power.

Giles is the only one who understands them in the same lever she does.