Prompt 90: Witches & Werewolves: Buffy/Firefly Fanfic

Oct 31, 2008 12:42

Title: The Witch and The Werewolf
Author: Alsunwunderland
Characters/Pairings: River/Willow-Friendship.
Disclaimer: All characters property of Joss Whedon.
Prompt 90: Witches & Werewolves
Rating: PG-13 for angst, profanity.
Timeline: 3 years Pre-BDM, before River is sent to The Academy.
A/N: Concrit & feedback appreciated.  Thank you very much.

Blood Lust: The Witch and The Werewolf

River and her best friend in the 'verse were lying on River's window seat, discussing anything and everything but River's departure.

"So, Bruxhina, Who am I going to marry?" Willow asked as she settled her head on a soft, silk pillow.

River frowned with concentration. "Well, it's not so much a matter of who but what, Will."

Willow raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. "Uh-huh. Can you vague that up a little?"

"I forsee that you will exchange nuptials with a very handsome, intelligent, vampire.  He will love you, lust after you, and slake his thirst with your blood." River regarded her solemnly.

Willow pale skin flushed scarlet and she laughed a soft, nervous laugh. "Go se!! A Vampire? You mean like a grr-argh vampire?"

"That's what I just said. Listen much?" River's voice had a hard, nasty tone that Willow recognized as more fear than anger.

"Brux, I'm sorry. I don't want you to go away either-"

River cut her off sharply. " I don't wish to discuss this any further, dong ma?"

Willow nodded and turned away, but not before River saw the silver sheen of tears.

River touched her shoulder gently. "I apologize, Roja. Will you tell me who I shall marry?"

Willow sat up and took River's icy hands in hers. "Close your eyes, Brux." River complied with a smile.

"To the best of my abilities, Brux, I think that you're going to marry a werewolf. Well, he won’t be a werewolf when you first meet him, but he will be big, very big all over, very strong and hairy, very hairy, and-"

"Ta ma de!" River covered her eyes and laughed and laughed until she cried. Willow gathered her in her arms and smoothed her hair over and over.

"Wo ai ni, River."

"Wo ai ni, Willow."

They fell asleep, curled together on the window seat, arms and legs and long black hair tangled with red.

That was how Rivers' governess found them in the morning.

Translations:
Bruxhina-little witch
Dong ma?- understand?
Roja-red
Ta ma de-wtf?
Wo ai ni- I love you

081-090, ficlet, willow, firefly, river

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