Tara's Dorm Room, UC-Sunnydale, Friday Afternoon
It had been an exciting few days; Tara needed time to recover. She said her goodbyes to Willow and went back to her dorm room to think.
The thing she remembered the most as she lay there on her bed wasn't finally getting to the Bronze without Warren, or how badly Faith had flustered her while she was pretending to be Buffy. It wasn't conjuring the Katra or the fight outside the church. It wasn't even finally kissing Willow, after she'd almost given up on the prospect.
No, what Tara was going to play over and over in her mind was the way Willow had looked at her after Tara told her she was hers. That warmth, that (it was probably too early to say this, but Tara was admitting it to herself anyhow) love -- Tara would face down Faith every day for the rest of her life if it meant Willow would keep looking at her that way.
[OOC: Inspired by "Who Are You." Open for texts, calls, etc.]
The thing she remembered the most as she lay there on her bed wasn't finally getting to the Bronze without Warren, or how badly Faith had flustered her while she was pretending to be Buffy. It wasn't conjuring the Katra or the fight outside the church. It wasn't even finally kissing Willow, after she'd almost given up on the prospect.
No, what Tara was going to play over and over in her mind was the way Willow had looked at her after Tara told her she was hers. That warmth, that (it was probably too early to say this, but Tara was admitting it to herself anyhow) love -- Tara would face down Faith every day for the rest of her life if it meant Willow would keep looking at her that way.
[OOC: Inspired by "Who Are You." Open for texts, calls, etc.]