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calliopes_pen) wrote2006-04-13 11:34 am
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Whispers
Title: Whispers
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Rating: PG
Summary: Willow visits a graveyard.
Warnings: Grief after a character’s death. Other than that, no warnings—except for the possibility of one getting a lump in one’s throat.
Word Count: 521
Author’s Notes: Written forwords_fly_up. Prompt 58.
Beta:seandc
’T is now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out contagion to this world.
--Hamlet
The bullet...the blood...the devastation. Then, the attempt at a horribly planned and disgustingly wrought vengeance. These things passed so often through Willow’s troubled mind that they had become almost a waking nightmare.
The grief wasn’t the worst of it, though. The worst of it had to be the loneliness. The knowledge that Willow would never again see the sun glint off of Tara’s hair as she spun around--all due to a single, random bullet. She would neither see the sweet woman’s grin that proved she had done something right, nor hear her laugh during a brief break from the madness their lives had become.
She would never be able to draw her fingers through Tara’s beautiful hair ever again...
And today, she was going to visit the graveyard, and try to talk to someone for the first time since she came back from getting help with the coven.
Willow breathed deeply for a moment, to gather her courage. Then, she slowly walked over to a grave and looked down. “Warren. It’s my fault you’re here. All I can say is that I’m sorry for the torture...but you took Tara. I...I hated you for what you did. I don’t know if I can ever forgive you...and you don’t know how hard I’m fighting to keep from doing something awful to your corpse right now!”
“But...I-I’m here to say...I’m sorry I skinned you alive. The police could have handled it better--even if they’re probably all half-demon or something like that...”
A sudden thought popped into her mind, and she grimly chuckled.
“You’re probably looking up from Hell in shock, and wondering what I’m up to. What trick I have in store for your soul. Well, the answer’s simple.”
She laid one hand on the soil, sifted through the dirt, and dropped it back onto the ground from whence it had come.
“Nothing. You’ll just have to suffer on your own, because I’m through with vengeance. I want to remember Tara the way she was with me, and not what you did to her! I don’t want you to be able to manipulate my feelings from the grave...and I think that I could let that hate go soon. Unlike you, I have true friends, Warren.”
Wiping her eyes, she took a deep breath and added, “And after everything, I think hating you is just too much work. I pity you, Warren.”
With that, she stood, and wiping the dirt from her pants, she strode from the graveyard. Xander was waiting for her in the car--he understood what she was doing. She had explained things earlier that day, and he had approved.
Of course, he had also advised to make sure she came before nightfall. Who knew what demons, vampires, or other creatures would be overflowing the cemetery at that point--well...maybe Buffy knew. And unless they all had amnesia, so did the rest of the Scooby Gang.
As the wind blew by, she could have sworn she heard a whisper like Tara’s voice...maybe even her laughter.
And Willow knew that she was loved, and that Tara was happy with her again.
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Rating: PG
Summary: Willow visits a graveyard.
Warnings: Grief after a character’s death. Other than that, no warnings—except for the possibility of one getting a lump in one’s throat.
Word Count: 521
Author’s Notes: Written for
words_fly_up. Prompt 58. Beta:
seandc ’T is now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out contagion to this world.
--Hamlet
The bullet...the blood...the devastation. Then, the attempt at a horribly planned and disgustingly wrought vengeance. These things passed so often through Willow’s troubled mind that they had become almost a waking nightmare.
The grief wasn’t the worst of it, though. The worst of it had to be the loneliness. The knowledge that Willow would never again see the sun glint off of Tara’s hair as she spun around--all due to a single, random bullet. She would neither see the sweet woman’s grin that proved she had done something right, nor hear her laugh during a brief break from the madness their lives had become.
She would never be able to draw her fingers through Tara’s beautiful hair ever again...
And today, she was going to visit the graveyard, and try to talk to someone for the first time since she came back from getting help with the coven.
Willow breathed deeply for a moment, to gather her courage. Then, she slowly walked over to a grave and looked down. “Warren. It’s my fault you’re here. All I can say is that I’m sorry for the torture...but you took Tara. I...I hated you for what you did. I don’t know if I can ever forgive you...and you don’t know how hard I’m fighting to keep from doing something awful to your corpse right now!”
“But...I-I’m here to say...I’m sorry I skinned you alive. The police could have handled it better--even if they’re probably all half-demon or something like that...”
A sudden thought popped into her mind, and she grimly chuckled.
“You’re probably looking up from Hell in shock, and wondering what I’m up to. What trick I have in store for your soul. Well, the answer’s simple.”
She laid one hand on the soil, sifted through the dirt, and dropped it back onto the ground from whence it had come.
“Nothing. You’ll just have to suffer on your own, because I’m through with vengeance. I want to remember Tara the way she was with me, and not what you did to her! I don’t want you to be able to manipulate my feelings from the grave...and I think that I could let that hate go soon. Unlike you, I have true friends, Warren.”
Wiping her eyes, she took a deep breath and added, “And after everything, I think hating you is just too much work. I pity you, Warren.”
With that, she stood, and wiping the dirt from her pants, she strode from the graveyard. Xander was waiting for her in the car--he understood what she was doing. She had explained things earlier that day, and he had approved.
Of course, he had also advised to make sure she came before nightfall. Who knew what demons, vampires, or other creatures would be overflowing the cemetery at that point--well...maybe Buffy knew. And unless they all had amnesia, so did the rest of the Scooby Gang.
As the wind blew by, she could have sworn she heard a whisper like Tara’s voice...maybe even her laughter.
And Willow knew that she was loved, and that Tara was happy with her again.
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