There are certain things that are inevitable within the worlds we inhabit. Interests will be born, even as others fade. Ideas will come and go. Friends will be born and sadly sometimes die. But in between? Through it all? There is the magnificent up and down and here and there and sideways of it all ( Read more... )

For the protection of this journal and the content within it.

"Your apples are turning brown, the way they do."It's what they do, you know. When people nod their heads and sagely speak of 'the way things are'? One of things they are talking about is the apples. Green ones. Yellow ones. Orangish-red ones. Redish-orange. No matter what color they start out as, they all eventually travel in one universal ( Read more... )

There was ice cream on her nose.

Not the sort fresh from the parlor, still misty with dry ice and all bite-like with its sting. They had been walking for a while, after all. He was the one that had placed the restrictions on their game. The quotes could only come from movies they had watched together. It should not be that hard, she thought. Not ( Read more... )

Who gets to be answer-girl for this one? Me? Or my mother?

I fell in love with the boy next door. I fell into lust with him after he fell in love with the Homecoming Queen. Well. Maybe that wasn't what was in the yearbook. But trust me. Cordelia Chase was our Homecoming Queen.

I made friends with Buffy, and stayed friends with her for months ( Read more... )

It was that time. The time where the silence is they heavy and pushed together sort. Compressed. Waiting for the bell to ring. Willow would swear it had its own taste. Something close to the first cotton candy at the fair, but not quite. The last funnel cake of the evening was too heavy, too rich. That was reserved for the last-day-of-school-taste ( Read more... )

You said Willow should be boss.

...and then you made her this little plaque, that said "Boss of Us," you put little sparkles on it.It would have to be that summer, the one between Buffy, when somehow I inherited Buffy's mantle of leadership. She was gone, and it felt like most of Giles had left with her. And let me say this, about that mantle? It ( Read more... )

The stars about the lovely moon
Fade back and vanish very soon,
When, round and full, her silver face
Swims into sight, and lights all space.You don't want to do it. Because you don't want to face what is on the other side of it. The other-time, and the other-you. The you from before that you want to forget, but is still as real to you as Buffy, or ( Read more... )

It was dark by the time Willow pulled into Boston, and she was thankful that most of the construction and congestion seemed to have eased, and navigation did not have to be so thought-inducing, She was still worried about Xander. And Buffy. Other sadness too, but she was feeling unfinished, non-processed, and the thoughts were too far out of reach ( Read more... )

"Wills. Please call me. I thought I could do this. I thought I could sort it all out. I thought it would make more sense, but I'm here. I'm here in Boston and none of it makes sense. None of it. Just... call me."Willow sat on the edge of the bed-that-wasn't ( Read more... )