Tara allowed Willow to take her outside, happy to be away from the smell of an empty house. She couldn't describe it, but it just didn't feel lived-in to her. She was excited to fill it up with laughter and babyslayers and... truth be told, fights. She was never really one to throw her knitted hat into the ring but lately she'd been feeling more in control of her magics lately. She knew she wanted to do good in the world- that's why she'd come back, after all, but that same feeling of displacement had followed her back. Or, more accurately, it had never left. Tara had felt like a real member of her coven back on the West Coast in a way that she had never felt with Willow. As much as she loved the redhead, she always felt like supporting staff to the most powerful Wicca in the world. She was ready to take things on herself, now, and tonight solidified that for her
( ... )
Not of the good. So not of the good. And whoa, deja-vu much? She could still hear Tara lecture her about magic, about how to use it and how *not* to use it. It had been magic, or how Willow used it that had driven Tara away back then. And just when Willow had begun to see the light, so to speak, Tara had been ripped away. So to see Tara like this, speaking magic around like-- pixie dust was kinda nauseating
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Tara sat down on a rusted bench and looked up at Willow. "Oh, that's why we came out here. Serious talk time."
She was surprised she hadn't put it all together earlier. The worried look on Willow's face earlier, the surprise when she took the lead. Of course her girlfriend was worried. She didn't know what to do about that though. How to reconcile her new feelings of adequacy and pride with Willow's worry.
"Hm," she started, unsure what to say. She tried to choose her words carefully. "I get that you're probably a bit concerned, and you'd probably be the expert here, but this doesn't feel bad." A thought occurred to her and she addressed it quickly. "I'm sure it didn't feel bad for you either, I guess. But this is the first time I've actually felt like your equal. Not you're little magic groupy, here for backup spells and recharges
( ... )
She looked at her girlfriend shocked and more then a little hurt. To hear Tara say things like that hit Willow hard. She'd never seen the blond like that, and neither had any of the others. Tara had fitted right in and Willow had fought so hard to make things up to her back then. Only to hear her girlfriend say she regarded her as nothing more then a groupie, some sort of-- not even a right hand to Willow
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Tara looked up, shocked. When did this become attack-y? Confusion clouded her face as she tried to read Willow for clues. “I certainly didn’t mean to lash out and I’m sorry if you took it that way, Willow”, she said, her voice tinged with cold. “But I was just being honest. Maybe being your sidekick was only in my head, but do you think that’s the best way to approach this right now? You asked me what my issue was; I told you. If this is going to become an interrogation I’d rather end it now
( ... )
Ooookay. So, it was okay when Tara herself did it? Willow would get speeches and lectures and disapproving looks when she got to deep into the magic. Heck there was even breaking up back then because cause she was bad, bad Willow. It was allowed if Tara did it, and it was allowed if Tara was worried. But the turning the stone? Not allowed. Right then. No, not right. So very much not of the right
( ... )
Tara stared at her, mouth agape. She couldn’t believe that, this quickly back into their relationship, they were already fighting. She could understand why Willow was concerned for her but she had no idea where this malice was coming from. She had started out confused and hurt when Willow wasn’t happy for her and was quickly moving into anger as the accusations kept coming
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She was surprised she hadn't put it all together earlier. The worried look on Willow's face earlier, the surprise when she took the lead. Of course her girlfriend was worried. She didn't know what to do about that though. How to reconcile her new feelings of adequacy and pride with Willow's worry.
"Hm," she started, unsure what to say. She tried to choose her words carefully. "I get that you're probably a bit concerned, and you'd probably be the expert here, but this doesn't feel bad." A thought occurred to her and she addressed it quickly. "I'm sure it didn't feel bad for you either, I guess. But this is the first time I've actually felt like your equal. Not you're little magic groupy, here for backup spells and recharges ( ... )
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She looked at her girlfriend shocked and more then a little hurt. To hear Tara say things like that hit Willow hard. She'd never seen the blond like that, and neither had any of the others. Tara had fitted right in and Willow had fought so hard to make things up to her back then. Only to hear her girlfriend say she regarded her as nothing more then a groupie, some sort of-- not even a right hand to Willow ( ... )
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