Tara's Dorm Room, UC-Sunnydale, Monday Evening
Not much had happened in the month since Tara met Willow. They hung out sometimes - studying English lit, coffee and snark after Wiccan circle meetings, a couple minutes awkwardly sipping punch together at the aftershock party in Porter after that earthquake before Willow got weird about some jock she knew from high school and left - but their relationship wasn’t really … a thing.
Tara didn’t like how much she wanted it to be a thing.
So when Willow invited herself over one evening, Tara almost found herself disappointed that when Willow called and invited herself over to test a new spell, she seemed to actually want to test a new spell.
Oh well. Magic was fun. Tara scattered salt and black sand on the floor of her dorm room, drawing the symbol Willow had requested.
“I'm glad you wanted to get together,” the redhead said, fidgeting with the rose she’d put in the center of the glyph. “I know it's late.”
“I…” have a giant crush and want to get together anytime did not seem appropriate, so Tara simply nodded. “Thanks. I was happy you called.”
“We'll start out slow,” Willow promised, to which Tara agreed before they settled facing each other across the rose, eyes closed. Tara had a moment of anxiety as she took Willow’s hand - was it sweaty or shaking? - but if it was, Willow was too nice to say anything.
Tara waited for something, anything to happen for just a minute before she realized she had no idea what she was waiting for. “…Willow?”
“Yeah?”
Tara’s voice was sheepish. “Start out slow doing what?
“Oh.” Willow sounded fairly embarrassed. “We're going to float the rose. Then we're going to use the majicks to pluck the petals off one at a time. It's a test of synchronicity. Our minds will have to be perfectly attuned to work as a single delicate implement.”
That sounded pretty sexy, but Tara was too shy to say that. “Cool.”
“And it should be very pretty,” Willow added.
Tara nodded and closed her eyes. Several seconds later, she felt a breeze come up, lifting her hair. She cracked one eye open, then both: The rose was floating.
“It worked,” she said, surprised by how high they’d gotten it with no apparent effort.
“Now the hard part...” Willow cautioned, glancing to the rose again. “The petals...”
Before Tara could start to think about that, the rose started jetting around the room. The petals dropped off as the rose bounced against the walls and ceiling. Tara stood, cringing away as the rose zapped toward her. Time seemed to slow down until the rose stem finally dropped, smoking, at Willow’s feet.
She bent to pick it up. “What the heck was that?
“I don't know,” Tara said, frowning. She’d seen magic go wrong, sure, but usually fizzled spells weren’t that showy. “But ... the petals are off.”
So that was good news, right?
[OOC: From A New Man. NFB. Establishy.]
Tara didn’t like how much she wanted it to be a thing.
So when Willow invited herself over one evening, Tara almost found herself disappointed that when Willow called and invited herself over to test a new spell, she seemed to actually want to test a new spell.
Oh well. Magic was fun. Tara scattered salt and black sand on the floor of her dorm room, drawing the symbol Willow had requested.
“I'm glad you wanted to get together,” the redhead said, fidgeting with the rose she’d put in the center of the glyph. “I know it's late.”
“I…” have a giant crush and want to get together anytime did not seem appropriate, so Tara simply nodded. “Thanks. I was happy you called.”
“We'll start out slow,” Willow promised, to which Tara agreed before they settled facing each other across the rose, eyes closed. Tara had a moment of anxiety as she took Willow’s hand - was it sweaty or shaking? - but if it was, Willow was too nice to say anything.
Tara waited for something, anything to happen for just a minute before she realized she had no idea what she was waiting for. “…Willow?”
“Yeah?”
Tara’s voice was sheepish. “Start out slow doing what?
“Oh.” Willow sounded fairly embarrassed. “We're going to float the rose. Then we're going to use the majicks to pluck the petals off one at a time. It's a test of synchronicity. Our minds will have to be perfectly attuned to work as a single delicate implement.”
That sounded pretty sexy, but Tara was too shy to say that. “Cool.”
“And it should be very pretty,” Willow added.
Tara nodded and closed her eyes. Several seconds later, she felt a breeze come up, lifting her hair. She cracked one eye open, then both: The rose was floating.
“It worked,” she said, surprised by how high they’d gotten it with no apparent effort.
“Now the hard part...” Willow cautioned, glancing to the rose again. “The petals...”
Before Tara could start to think about that, the rose started jetting around the room. The petals dropped off as the rose bounced against the walls and ceiling. Tara stood, cringing away as the rose zapped toward her. Time seemed to slow down until the rose stem finally dropped, smoking, at Willow’s feet.
She bent to pick it up. “What the heck was that?
“I don't know,” Tara said, frowning. She’d seen magic go wrong, sure, but usually fizzled spells weren’t that showy. “But ... the petals are off.”
So that was good news, right?
[OOC: From A New Man. NFB. Establishy.]