Day Twenty - Because I Forgot Her Username
Who: Tara
Where: Pool
When: Afternoon
Rating: PG
Invasion: Sure
Status: Open / Ongoing
Summary: Srsly with the going to hate myself when this is over...
She wasn't exactly certain what had possessed her to get into a swimsuit and go down to the pool. It wasn't a typical thing for her to do, really - put herself out there like that. But she'd gotten dressed in a white swimsuit, with little red strawberries all over it.
Red strawberries. No. The irony wasn't lost on her.
She wondered if she should have gone home when Willow did - maybe the reason she had been called was to act as a grounder for Willow. Help her to get over Oz's death and help her to control herself from... knocking over bookshelves, and whatever else she'd been doing before Tara had gotten here. Had she failed by letting Willow choose to go home?
She hadn't been able to stand the pain she'd seen in the girl's face. She had to let her go.
Dipping her toe into the water first, she eased one foot in, wrapping the other under herself and gazing at the water as she swirled it around lightly. She didn't feel useful. Maybe she really should just... ask Ice to be sent home.
Where: Pool
When: Afternoon
Rating: PG
Invasion: Sure
Status: Open / Ongoing
Summary: Srsly with the going to hate myself when this is over...
She wasn't exactly certain what had possessed her to get into a swimsuit and go down to the pool. It wasn't a typical thing for her to do, really - put herself out there like that. But she'd gotten dressed in a white swimsuit, with little red strawberries all over it.
Red strawberries. No. The irony wasn't lost on her.
She wondered if she should have gone home when Willow did - maybe the reason she had been called was to act as a grounder for Willow. Help her to get over Oz's death and help her to control herself from... knocking over bookshelves, and whatever else she'd been doing before Tara had gotten here. Had she failed by letting Willow choose to go home?
She hadn't been able to stand the pain she'd seen in the girl's face. She had to let her go.
Dipping her toe into the water first, she eased one foot in, wrapping the other under herself and gazing at the water as she swirled it around lightly. She didn't feel useful. Maybe she really should just... ask Ice to be sent home.