I needed you more, when you wanted us less.
Over the time that had passed she would find her thoughts more often drifting to Xander wondering how he was doing. After all, he had left on a bad note. Buffy wasn't wrong - she honestly believed that. If only she could have bought more time, then Angel wouldn't have had to go to Hell and no one else would have had to get hurt. If Xander had just delivered the message she'd trusted him with, only to find he let his personal feelings towards the vampire interfere with what he should have known was right. Okay, so she had been a little angry to begin with, prompting her to stand firmly by her blonde haired slayer pal when she had stood up to him. Maybe a little less violent course could have been taken, I mean, harsh words could have worked well too. She was all for the calling of names in all its badness and it could get just as ugly without causing permanent damage.
Still, at this point and time guilt played the prominent role in the whole situation concerning Xander and Buffy. If only she hadn't have gotten hurt, she could have told Buffy herself. Or she could have done the spell faster and saved everyone the trouble, if she wasn't too busy fighting passing out. Apparently her inner thoughts had left her paralyzed on the outside too as she felt Tara's hand latch softly on to hers, her soothing voice questioning if she was alright. Brows furrowed as she broke out of her trance like state and peered over at her lover.
"Yeah. Totally okay. Complete okayness here. It's just - "
She knew Tara could always see through her facades, so she didn't bother to hide them from her anymore. She was like her girlfriend and her best friend, what with Xander gone most of the time and Buffy spending alone time with Angel, which she understood. No resentment here, just, things were different now. Everything was. Resituating herself in her seat as naturally pink tinted tiers parted to speak, one hand lifting and tucking a lock of fiery red hair behind her ear, but would come to a close when the small bell over the door sounded someone's arrival. It wasn't seconds before emerald osculates adverted and settled on Xander who looked . . . better. Physically. He looked a little down though. Well, duh. He'd been betrayed by all of them and no one seemed to care. Biting down gently on her bottom tier as Giles would welcome him and then a long silence would fall across the room. Standing slowly, palms pressing together in front of her as she forced a small smile across her face.
"Hey. Um, we could really use your help. Looks like something's big coming, and we're not talking in the 'I come in peace' kinda way."
Her attempt to start fresh, keep the mood light although it was anything but. Realizing her attempt failed miserably she would sit, offering a small frown as Tara gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder and Giles once more started speaking to fill in the gaps and preventing any further awkward moments. Hues dropping to the fine print of the text in front of her she'd been searching through only to find she'd lost her concentration. A barely audible sigh was emitted as she reached for another random book and started flipping aimlessly through ignoring Tara's concerned glances and for once blocking out Giles endless babbling.
Over the time that had passed she would find her thoughts more often drifting to Xander wondering how he was doing. After all, he had left on a bad note. Buffy wasn't wrong - she honestly believed that. If only she could have bought more time, then Angel wouldn't have had to go to Hell and no one else would have had to get hurt. If Xander had just delivered the message she'd trusted him with, only to find he let his personal feelings towards the vampire interfere with what he should have known was right. Okay, so she had been a little angry to begin with, prompting her to stand firmly by her blonde haired slayer pal when she had stood up to him. Maybe a little less violent course could have been taken, I mean, harsh words could have worked well too. She was all for the calling of names in all its badness and it could get just as ugly without causing permanent damage.
Still, at this point and time guilt played the prominent role in the whole situation concerning Xander and Buffy. If only she hadn't have gotten hurt, she could have told Buffy herself. Or she could have done the spell faster and saved everyone the trouble, if she wasn't too busy fighting passing out. Apparently her inner thoughts had left her paralyzed on the outside too as she felt Tara's hand latch softly on to hers, her soothing voice questioning if she was alright. Brows furrowed as she broke out of her trance like state and peered over at her lover.
"Yeah. Totally okay. Complete okayness here. It's just - "
She knew Tara could always see through her facades, so she didn't bother to hide them from her anymore. She was like her girlfriend and her best friend, what with Xander gone most of the time and Buffy spending alone time with Angel, which she understood. No resentment here, just, things were different now. Everything was. Resituating herself in her seat as naturally pink tinted tiers parted to speak, one hand lifting and tucking a lock of fiery red hair behind her ear, but would come to a close when the small bell over the door sounded someone's arrival. It wasn't seconds before emerald osculates adverted and settled on Xander who looked . . . better. Physically. He looked a little down though. Well, duh. He'd been betrayed by all of them and no one seemed to care. Biting down gently on her bottom tier as Giles would welcome him and then a long silence would fall across the room. Standing slowly, palms pressing together in front of her as she forced a small smile across her face.
"Hey. Um, we could really use your help. Looks like something's big coming, and we're not talking in the 'I come in peace' kinda way."
Her attempt to start fresh, keep the mood light although it was anything but. Realizing her attempt failed miserably she would sit, offering a small frown as Tara gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder and Giles once more started speaking to fill in the gaps and preventing any further awkward moments. Hues dropping to the fine print of the text in front of her she'd been searching through only to find she'd lost her concentration. A barely audible sigh was emitted as she reached for another random book and started flipping aimlessly through ignoring Tara's concerned glances and for once blocking out Giles endless babbling.