"Dawnie. I just can't. it's too soon. I just wanna stay here and-"
"And what? Crawl back into that deep dark hole you've taken permanent residency to?" Dawn glared at Willow. She'd watched her sit around, staring into space for two full days. Dawn had held it in, but at this point it was getting completely beyond amusing and wasn't even bordering on concerning. It was becoming boring. Like watching a dog sulk after you've had it de- sexed.
The air of the house had gone from tense to tangibly violating since Willow had return from her so-called recuperation in England. Dawn knew that she was still grieving for Tara, God EVERYONE knew, but it's not as though she was suggesting that Willow go out and have mad-hot lesbian sex with the first remotely attractive female who walked past. She just wanted to try and snap her out of this trance-like state that had caused her to almost fall down the stairs barely hours before this particular discussion had been started.
"What're they called again?" Willow sighed. Somewhat resigned to the fact that dawn was going to drag her off to some teeny-bopper concert at the Bronze. But why couldn't she just leave her be? Nobody else seemed to have a problem with it. Leaving her. Everyone leaves her in one way or another. Leaves. dies.
"Aurora! They're so the most awesome band on the face of the planet. All. mmm and that drummer is soooo dreamy. all dark and spiky." Dawn rambled on, the glazed over look in Willow's eyes going unnoticed by the petite brunette. At the last word of her babble, Willow awakened and stared directly at Dawn in a concerned fashion.
"Spiky?"
"Yeah, his hair. all. spiky. like. a mace!" Dawn sighed and grinned, shuddering.
"Preppy infatuations." Willow half-smiled in return and stood from the position she'd occupied on the couch since Dawn had began her onslaught.
"Yeah. and Buffy, Xander and Anya are coming too. Kinda makin' it a family outing. Woo!" Dawn threw her hands up in mock joy. Even though, deep down, she was glad that Willow had finally stopped the moping and was at least attempting to make big with the joy. Joy is good. Good. Yes.
"The Scoobies re-united kinda thing?" Willow was taken aback by the sudden information that all of the gang would be there. Well, almost all.
"Well yeah. without the evil damned Spike and. yeah." Dawn cut herself off and stared at her hands. Tears brimming, always standing as a constant threat to self discipline, but she controlled herself well enough and was soon her chirpy, bubbly self once again.
"k." Willow muttered her one-worded reply. The memories of Tara starting to well in her mind again. The burning sensation returning to her corneas. Film. Most of these rememberings some back, playing like an old-style movie, no sound, unbelievable. But this time the sounds blared in her mind, she could feel herself shaking as the images danced across the cinema screen of her mind. And it didn't hurt.
She realised that it refrained from ripping her still red raw heart out. They moved her, to tears, to sobbing convulsions, but it felt like there was something different in the meaning this time. A new translation for an old text. This time Tara became translucent, floating, pure ethereal light flooding from her body. She took Willow's cheek in her palm and caressed it gently. Just like she did when she was alive. She didn't seem dead, though. More of a spirit. Until Willow realised. 'It's her soul.'
Her eyes opened. The bright light of the lounge room flooded her senses. Captivating her. Leading her into a standing position. Staring out of the window, bathing her the first true warmth she'd felt since that fateful day that had tormented her since, Willow saw Tara. Clear as the sun rising on a crisp winter's day. She waved. Tara waved. Then her sweet voice enveloped her in chaotic emotions.
'Willow. don't hold onto me, because you can't. don't try to change the memory, because you can't. remember. but don't shut yourself off. I love you always. but you have room enough for two. you'll find her. sooner than you think. I'll watch over you. blessed be baby." And with that, she was gone.
Her eyes opened.
"Willow? Are you alright? Man you just passed out, I was freaking! There's no one else here, are you ok?!"
"And what? Crawl back into that deep dark hole you've taken permanent residency to?" Dawn glared at Willow. She'd watched her sit around, staring into space for two full days. Dawn had held it in, but at this point it was getting completely beyond amusing and wasn't even bordering on concerning. It was becoming boring. Like watching a dog sulk after you've had it de- sexed.
The air of the house had gone from tense to tangibly violating since Willow had return from her so-called recuperation in England. Dawn knew that she was still grieving for Tara, God EVERYONE knew, but it's not as though she was suggesting that Willow go out and have mad-hot lesbian sex with the first remotely attractive female who walked past. She just wanted to try and snap her out of this trance-like state that had caused her to almost fall down the stairs barely hours before this particular discussion had been started.
"What're they called again?" Willow sighed. Somewhat resigned to the fact that dawn was going to drag her off to some teeny-bopper concert at the Bronze. But why couldn't she just leave her be? Nobody else seemed to have a problem with it. Leaving her. Everyone leaves her in one way or another. Leaves. dies.
"Aurora! They're so the most awesome band on the face of the planet. All. mmm and that drummer is soooo dreamy. all dark and spiky." Dawn rambled on, the glazed over look in Willow's eyes going unnoticed by the petite brunette. At the last word of her babble, Willow awakened and stared directly at Dawn in a concerned fashion.
"Spiky?"
"Yeah, his hair. all. spiky. like. a mace!" Dawn sighed and grinned, shuddering.
"Preppy infatuations." Willow half-smiled in return and stood from the position she'd occupied on the couch since Dawn had began her onslaught.
"Yeah. and Buffy, Xander and Anya are coming too. Kinda makin' it a family outing. Woo!" Dawn threw her hands up in mock joy. Even though, deep down, she was glad that Willow had finally stopped the moping and was at least attempting to make big with the joy. Joy is good. Good. Yes.
"The Scoobies re-united kinda thing?" Willow was taken aback by the sudden information that all of the gang would be there. Well, almost all.
"Well yeah. without the evil damned Spike and. yeah." Dawn cut herself off and stared at her hands. Tears brimming, always standing as a constant threat to self discipline, but she controlled herself well enough and was soon her chirpy, bubbly self once again.
"k." Willow muttered her one-worded reply. The memories of Tara starting to well in her mind again. The burning sensation returning to her corneas. Film. Most of these rememberings some back, playing like an old-style movie, no sound, unbelievable. But this time the sounds blared in her mind, she could feel herself shaking as the images danced across the cinema screen of her mind. And it didn't hurt.
She realised that it refrained from ripping her still red raw heart out. They moved her, to tears, to sobbing convulsions, but it felt like there was something different in the meaning this time. A new translation for an old text. This time Tara became translucent, floating, pure ethereal light flooding from her body. She took Willow's cheek in her palm and caressed it gently. Just like she did when she was alive. She didn't seem dead, though. More of a spirit. Until Willow realised. 'It's her soul.'
Her eyes opened. The bright light of the lounge room flooded her senses. Captivating her. Leading her into a standing position. Staring out of the window, bathing her the first true warmth she'd felt since that fateful day that had tormented her since, Willow saw Tara. Clear as the sun rising on a crisp winter's day. She waved. Tara waved. Then her sweet voice enveloped her in chaotic emotions.
'Willow. don't hold onto me, because you can't. don't try to change the memory, because you can't. remember. but don't shut yourself off. I love you always. but you have room enough for two. you'll find her. sooner than you think. I'll watch over you. blessed be baby." And with that, she was gone.
Her eyes opened.
"Willow? Are you alright? Man you just passed out, I was freaking! There's no one else here, are you ok?!"