[Thread] Stranger with my face

[inked_wiccan]

Characters: AU!Willow Rosenberg, OU!Saetan SaDiablo, (Anyone else from the Black Jewels who wish to interact with Dorothea-looking Willow)
Where: Oh...all over. Library, the road, etc.
When: Early evening.
Summary: Willow goes searching for the woman that put the illusion on her, but doesn't exactly find her.
Warning: Exciting (or not) chase scenes and

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[papa_high_lord]

Saetan was going half out of his mind knowing Dorothea was here, even if he had figured out quickly enough it was Tersa. In a way, that made it all the worse after all the bitch had put Tersa through. He'd tried to stay locked up in his room and away from the temptation to maul someone but had finally decided to get some fresh air in the hopes it would clear his mind. It wasn't

[inked_wiccan]

Willow hadn't been that far from the church, when she felt a pressure at her back that sent her sprawling to her stomach. All the air in her lungs whooshed out of her and she felt a sharp pain beneath her ribcage. She rolled into a sitting position, checking her ankles to make sure they were all right. One of her knees were a little banged up, but nothing fatal.

The redhead-turned-black-haired witch studied the ground to make sure she hadn't tripped over anything. There was nothing there and she frowned a little, slowly climbing to her feet, blaming her stumble to her occasional klutziness. She brushed off her hands on the fabric of her dress, pushing her cloak back over her shoulders. Stupid ungainly thing.

[papa_high_lord]

Saetan frowned slightly at the fact that Dorothea had not noticed him; he'd expected her to identify him as the source of the Black power instantly. He was still too lost in anger to put together that he was facing an impostor, not the real witch. Her stumble had given him time to catch up with her though, and the predatory smile grew even more dangerous as he strolled silently up behind her.

"Fancy meeting you here, my dear." The voice was a deep, deadly croon that made the endearment a threat more than anything else. He was going to enjoy this thoroughly.

[inked_wiccan]

Willow heard an older man speak and the tone sent a shiver down her spine and she didn't know why. Willow turned slowly, looking at him. He had almost a Giles-esque quality to him. Good-looking older man-type dealie. "Well, not necessarily formal...or informal," Willow replied to his 'fancing meeting you'.

"Can I...help you with something?" Willow asked softly, her skin feeling all tingly, like the way she was around Tara and Surreal, other magic-users. His gold eyes seemed to bore into her soul and she felt like she couldn't move.