Posting on behalf of hopeforsparks for a_shadow_there BTVS
title: Blending Reality
fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
pairing: Buffy/Willow
recipient: a_shadow_there (LJ)/arcadian_dream (DW)
Blending reality
She was sick of it. People dying all around her, even if it was to prevent the apocalypse. People just died and if Buffy got the first slayer right, it was all her fault. And it would never stop. “Death is your gift.” the voice whispered. Ever since that night it had been whispering. “I have to do it Buffy.” Dawn said, tears sliding over her cheeks. “So That’s it then?”, Buffy wandered. “Dawn jumps in and is dead? And who's next? Xander, Willow? Anya?” She couldn't let that happen. No matter if Dawn was her real sister or not. She wouldn't let her die. “No Dawn. You were made from my blood. I can't..” She stopped mid-sentence, realization dawning. They shared the same blood. Buffy could do it, she could jump. Dawn would live. And the others might stand a chance. This was the solution. The slayer had to die. This was how it had always been. And how it would always be. Buffy had known, somewhere deep inside. She did not fear death. Not her own death. And before she really knew it she had said her goodbyes to Dawn. “I love you. Don't ever forget that.” and was running. Her feet moving almost on their own, her steps making hard pounding sounds on the metal. The wind was cold against her face. Buffy had to squint to see where she was going. “Good bye hell-mouth. Good bye Sunnydale. I am finished with you.” she thought. A silvery path of light stretched over the horizon, inviting her in, promising that everything would be good. Or at least, better. And then she jumped. The saying goes that your life flashes before your eyes the moment you die. But there was only a second of flying over the portal, before Buffy was enveloped by colors. A swirl of blue, red and green pulsing around her through her. Buffy kept falling. She waited to pass through, to hit the ground hard and close the portal. But it did not happen. She just kept falling. And it was so pretty.
Buffy felt safe, she felt at home. The green color reminded her of her mother, caring and steady. Calming in ways only a mother could be. And the blue color was like her father before he left. Cool and strong. Every time she passed a red swirl she felt loved. And if this was death, this was fine with Buffy. She hadn't even felt the floor, surely she must have hit it already?
Images and memories flew past her. Things she had experienced. Things she had been told. And then the colors turned from light to liquid and her fall slowed down. She could take a closer look at the colors, make out different shades. She saw them turn darker and more solid with the seconds. Halting her falling body slowly, smoothly.
And then it was dark and black. Her body hit the ground with a soft thud. It hurt only a little as is she had fallen out of bed. And as she opened her eyes she saw a familiar room. Illuminated lightly by the moon shining through a single window. “Buffy?” A sleepy voice asked. And Buffy looked up.
A certain red-head lay in bed. The covers artfully drawn up around her. Green eyes shimmering in the moonlight. “Willow?” Buffy more croaked than said. Her voice was soar as if from screaming. But she couldn't remember having made a single sound while falling. A soft chuckle escaped Willow. “Do you want to stay on the floor forever, or do you wanna come back to bed?”
“Huh?” Buffy grunted. She was still trying to figure out what was going on here. Was this a hell-dimension? Or was this heaven? Was she even dead? Was Willow dead? Had she stopped... who had she wanted to stop? Everything was so hazy. Like a soft fog lying over her memories, playing tricks with her mind. “Buffy? You are going to catch the flew if you stay there. I didn't do anything wrong did I?” Willows eyes glazed over with concern. And Buffy jumped to her feet. It was more instinct than anything else. But the moment she stood she noticed Willow was right. As always. It was cold. And she was freezing. Willow gasped at the sudden movement. But then she reached out to Buffy. “C'mon here.” And her voice was a low growl. Buffy’s body moved towards Willow while her mind was still struggling to keep up. Or to even catch up in the first place.
Willow moved a little and the blankets dropped to her waist. Revealing bare skin, seeming silver in the light. Now Buffy gasped. Suddenly aroused. The fog over her memories turning into a feeling of lightheadedness. Sure she had realized Willow was pretty. She knew that Willow was intelligent and gentle and passionate. But this? This feeling of want was completely knew to her. Or was it. New memories were starting to bleed in through the old ones. Replacing them, weaving through, changing them. Buffy felt like she was being recreated. And then Willows hands touched Buffy’s body. Touched Buffy’s skin, making her wonder if she had worn something only minutes before. Or was it hours? Willow-hands traveling over Buffy’s back, caressing and tugging lightly. Making Buffy forget why she was here, what had happened. Making her forget to care. She was just feeling. Her body moving in sync not just with Willows hands but with Willow, laying next to her, on her, under her. Moving to an unheard music she could clear see in those green eyes. It had been like this forever, right? She couldn’t remember anything else. Sorrow, Grief, Pain. She knew the words but they were meaningless. Already fading away again. Vampires? Had she dreamt of Vampires before she fell from Willows warmth. Before she found herself on the floor. Something bad it had been. And Buffy whimpered as she tried to remember that cold feeling in the pit of her stomach. Had that been fear?
“Did you bump your head, baby? Shall I kiss it better?” Willow whispered her lips already following an uneven path over Buffy's back. “Did you have a bad dream? You know I can make it go away.”
And Buffy knew that she could. Because Willow had been there forever. Her and Willow had been forever. And they would be forever.
fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
pairing: Buffy/Willow
recipient: a_shadow_there (LJ)/arcadian_dream (DW)
Blending reality
She was sick of it. People dying all around her, even if it was to prevent the apocalypse. People just died and if Buffy got the first slayer right, it was all her fault. And it would never stop. “Death is your gift.” the voice whispered. Ever since that night it had been whispering. “I have to do it Buffy.” Dawn said, tears sliding over her cheeks. “So That’s it then?”, Buffy wandered. “Dawn jumps in and is dead? And who's next? Xander, Willow? Anya?” She couldn't let that happen. No matter if Dawn was her real sister or not. She wouldn't let her die. “No Dawn. You were made from my blood. I can't..” She stopped mid-sentence, realization dawning. They shared the same blood. Buffy could do it, she could jump. Dawn would live. And the others might stand a chance. This was the solution. The slayer had to die. This was how it had always been. And how it would always be. Buffy had known, somewhere deep inside. She did not fear death. Not her own death. And before she really knew it she had said her goodbyes to Dawn. “I love you. Don't ever forget that.” and was running. Her feet moving almost on their own, her steps making hard pounding sounds on the metal. The wind was cold against her face. Buffy had to squint to see where she was going. “Good bye hell-mouth. Good bye Sunnydale. I am finished with you.” she thought. A silvery path of light stretched over the horizon, inviting her in, promising that everything would be good. Or at least, better. And then she jumped. The saying goes that your life flashes before your eyes the moment you die. But there was only a second of flying over the portal, before Buffy was enveloped by colors. A swirl of blue, red and green pulsing around her through her. Buffy kept falling. She waited to pass through, to hit the ground hard and close the portal. But it did not happen. She just kept falling. And it was so pretty.
Buffy felt safe, she felt at home. The green color reminded her of her mother, caring and steady. Calming in ways only a mother could be. And the blue color was like her father before he left. Cool and strong. Every time she passed a red swirl she felt loved. And if this was death, this was fine with Buffy. She hadn't even felt the floor, surely she must have hit it already?
Images and memories flew past her. Things she had experienced. Things she had been told. And then the colors turned from light to liquid and her fall slowed down. She could take a closer look at the colors, make out different shades. She saw them turn darker and more solid with the seconds. Halting her falling body slowly, smoothly.
And then it was dark and black. Her body hit the ground with a soft thud. It hurt only a little as is she had fallen out of bed. And as she opened her eyes she saw a familiar room. Illuminated lightly by the moon shining through a single window. “Buffy?” A sleepy voice asked. And Buffy looked up.
A certain red-head lay in bed. The covers artfully drawn up around her. Green eyes shimmering in the moonlight. “Willow?” Buffy more croaked than said. Her voice was soar as if from screaming. But she couldn't remember having made a single sound while falling. A soft chuckle escaped Willow. “Do you want to stay on the floor forever, or do you wanna come back to bed?”
“Huh?” Buffy grunted. She was still trying to figure out what was going on here. Was this a hell-dimension? Or was this heaven? Was she even dead? Was Willow dead? Had she stopped... who had she wanted to stop? Everything was so hazy. Like a soft fog lying over her memories, playing tricks with her mind. “Buffy? You are going to catch the flew if you stay there. I didn't do anything wrong did I?” Willows eyes glazed over with concern. And Buffy jumped to her feet. It was more instinct than anything else. But the moment she stood she noticed Willow was right. As always. It was cold. And she was freezing. Willow gasped at the sudden movement. But then she reached out to Buffy. “C'mon here.” And her voice was a low growl. Buffy’s body moved towards Willow while her mind was still struggling to keep up. Or to even catch up in the first place.
Willow moved a little and the blankets dropped to her waist. Revealing bare skin, seeming silver in the light. Now Buffy gasped. Suddenly aroused. The fog over her memories turning into a feeling of lightheadedness. Sure she had realized Willow was pretty. She knew that Willow was intelligent and gentle and passionate. But this? This feeling of want was completely knew to her. Or was it. New memories were starting to bleed in through the old ones. Replacing them, weaving through, changing them. Buffy felt like she was being recreated. And then Willows hands touched Buffy’s body. Touched Buffy’s skin, making her wonder if she had worn something only minutes before. Or was it hours? Willow-hands traveling over Buffy’s back, caressing and tugging lightly. Making Buffy forget why she was here, what had happened. Making her forget to care. She was just feeling. Her body moving in sync not just with Willows hands but with Willow, laying next to her, on her, under her. Moving to an unheard music she could clear see in those green eyes. It had been like this forever, right? She couldn’t remember anything else. Sorrow, Grief, Pain. She knew the words but they were meaningless. Already fading away again. Vampires? Had she dreamt of Vampires before she fell from Willows warmth. Before she found herself on the floor. Something bad it had been. And Buffy whimpered as she tried to remember that cold feeling in the pit of her stomach. Had that been fear?
“Did you bump your head, baby? Shall I kiss it better?” Willow whispered her lips already following an uneven path over Buffy's back. “Did you have a bad dream? You know I can make it go away.”
And Buffy knew that she could. Because Willow had been there forever. Her and Willow had been forever. And they would be forever.