Like Magic (BtVS; Willow/Tara; #399: Time of Day; PG/K+)
Title: Like Magic
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Willow/Tara
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: SlashtheDrabble #399: Time of Day
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 400
Date Written: 13 May, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
Willow's green eyes open, bright and expectant, in the darkness. She sits up with a smile but then frowns as she looks all around her. There's no light to penetrate the darkness. There's nothing but an empty room and her own empty shell.
She glances at the clock on their bedside table. (The room and everything in it is still theirs, even though Tara's gone and has been for a while now.) Red numbers glare back at her. It's the right time of day or, rather, night, the hour that's always held a special meaning for her and for Tara, too. 12:01 comes. It's a minute into the Witching Hour, and still, she's alone.
But then she feels the gentle, promising crackle of magic in the air and looks again to the foot of their bed. Tara's sweet smile is the first thing she sees. Her lips are only a faint shimmer in the darkness, but Willow knows their outline perfectly. Beaming, she waits as the rest of her girlfriend fills in.
"I'm sorry I'm late," are the first words out of her mouth. She's as shy as ever, even in death.
Willow smiles back, her smile full of enough reassurance and promise for both of them to make their fears vanish again like magic, and like magic, just seeing Tara once more peels away all the anger and grief Willow feels every day. Her girlfriend's sitting across from her on their bed, smiling sweetly, shyly, just like always, not daring to make the first move. For a moment, Willow can pretend things are normal as she takes the initiative and leans in first.
Only after she moves does Tara move forward. She leans forward, her long, blonde hair falling around her beautiful, whispery face. Her lips almost touch Willow's, but in truth, they pass through her. Tara always stops at this point and looks at her, wide-eyed, expectant, and maybe even a little fearful, but Willow just smiles, closes her eyes, and leans closer. Maybe it's the magic in the room or in this hour or maybe it's just her sweet lover, but it's enough. It's enough for her to be able to pretend she can feel Tara's kiss again. It's enough to give her hope, carry her through another night, and keep the world safe another day until, like magic, the Witching Hour and her Tara come again.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Willow/Tara
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: SlashtheDrabble #399: Time of Day
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 400
Date Written: 13 May, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
Willow's green eyes open, bright and expectant, in the darkness. She sits up with a smile but then frowns as she looks all around her. There's no light to penetrate the darkness. There's nothing but an empty room and her own empty shell.
She glances at the clock on their bedside table. (The room and everything in it is still theirs, even though Tara's gone and has been for a while now.) Red numbers glare back at her. It's the right time of day or, rather, night, the hour that's always held a special meaning for her and for Tara, too. 12:01 comes. It's a minute into the Witching Hour, and still, she's alone.
But then she feels the gentle, promising crackle of magic in the air and looks again to the foot of their bed. Tara's sweet smile is the first thing she sees. Her lips are only a faint shimmer in the darkness, but Willow knows their outline perfectly. Beaming, she waits as the rest of her girlfriend fills in.
"I'm sorry I'm late," are the first words out of her mouth. She's as shy as ever, even in death.
Willow smiles back, her smile full of enough reassurance and promise for both of them to make their fears vanish again like magic, and like magic, just seeing Tara once more peels away all the anger and grief Willow feels every day. Her girlfriend's sitting across from her on their bed, smiling sweetly, shyly, just like always, not daring to make the first move. For a moment, Willow can pretend things are normal as she takes the initiative and leans in first.
Only after she moves does Tara move forward. She leans forward, her long, blonde hair falling around her beautiful, whispery face. Her lips almost touch Willow's, but in truth, they pass through her. Tara always stops at this point and looks at her, wide-eyed, expectant, and maybe even a little fearful, but Willow just smiles, closes her eyes, and leans closer. Maybe it's the magic in the room or in this hour or maybe it's just her sweet lover, but it's enough. It's enough for her to be able to pretend she can feel Tara's kiss again. It's enough to give her hope, carry her through another night, and keep the world safe another day until, like magic, the Witching Hour and her Tara come again.
The End