True love
A/N Just a short one today, a small spell for the in between moments.
Magnolia st. Boston, Massachusetts 2006
Buffy walked through the greenhouse slowly, picking up odd petals and a few buds of azalea before dropping them into the bowel under her arm. She was oddly humming a tune she'd heard playing on the radio earlier that day. The aunts were in the living room doing old womanly things like failing at knitting and small spells to help with endless dusting of their ancestor Maria's house. Dawn slumped into the doorway with a swinging step and an annoying temperament.
"What you doing?" The cheery brunette said as she walked up behind her sister. Buffy rolled her eyes, it would be now that her sister decided to irritate her with her presence. She was eleven now, that crossing age between childhood and teenage wiles. Dawn was still ten and most certainly didn't understand what she was going through. Buffy walked over to the balcony trying to avoid Dawn's gaze as she held out the bowl for the night to see.
"It's a love spell, 'Amas veritas' aunt Tara said it's Latin for a love of the truth, or the truest love. Now go away or it won't work." Buffy snapped, closing her eyes and preparing to chant out the spell. For it would be to the stars that she prayed for her love to be shown to her, they were the workers of fate and it should be fate to which she'd rely.
"Why are you doing a love spell I thought you didn't want to fall in love?" Dawn questioned, halting the spell yet again. Buffy looked round at her and sighed, a long drawn out breath as she decided to explain herself.
"The man I'm going to wish for Dawnie, he doesn't exist. He'll be too perfect to exist and therefore my heart will never be broken. I won't be trapped by the curse." Dawn sighed and walked away, saying a quick 'ok' and not understanding the depth of Buffy's reality. She never expected to fall in love, to be heartbroken and lost and to find the man that would melt her pain away. The pain of her parents' deaths the pain that she couldn't love properly without death. Death followed her, like it did every Summers'. At eleven, the burden suddenly fell on her.
Looking out over the garden she held the bowl of petals aloft and began to recite her spell allowed the stars. "I wish for a man who is to be loving, and kind and puts me above all others. He will be tall and have a soul as deep as time, I wish for an Angel, to melt my heart away. He will be dark in the eye and still hopeful, never hate me. And never ever leave me." The petals began to rise, the magic working around the flowers as slow wind drew the ingredients into the air, a swirling mist surrounding her as her eyes shifted shut and she felt a part of her soul leave with the spell, she was giving herself to him and him only.