my scribbles

[emily 'first']

...less haunty poetry?
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Well and good...Tho' if a piece of fic comes to you,wanting to be written,don't ignore it,because we will want to read it!!
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Enjoyed that piece,so I did...

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vive,valeque.

[mollyig]

Destination reached

Candle lights her way -
Parting the gloomy path.

Her destination reached -
Door opens to a darkened room.

A fearful face regards her -
But still she gains entry.

With few words and a gesture -
The visage visibly brightens.

Forgotten, candle lights the Embrace -
Destination reached.

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"But children robbed of love will dwell on magic"
Barbara Kingsolver - Animal Dreams

['lucy' moore]

Poetry is so good for describing a scene with a few words...That was well done...

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fiat justitia,ruat caelum.

[Divine Princess Fuchsia]

Wow....Pretty scribbles. My scribbles are just big, scrawly messes, really. LOVED the poetry, and what a great fic. Please, carry on...

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''We HAVE to kill some cooler people'' - Sunday the cute vampire

''Those of you who fall into my good graces will come to know me as Maggie. Those of you who don't will know me by the name my T.A's use and think I don't know about: The Evil Bitch Monster of Death''. - Maggie Walsh

[mollyig]

Spoilers: Set after "Wrecked"

This takes place as Willow is having the "intervention" with Gráinne. I was thinking on the bus this morning of doing a Tara piece to go with my earlier effort, and all of this just spilled out once I started to type, so it must really have wanted to be told!

Tara walked slowly along the path, she mused at how ironic it was that she felt so alone while surrounded by so many people. A student walked by wearing a Michelle Branch t-shirt, and she was reminded that she and Willow had talked about going to see Michelle Branch in The Bronze a while ago. Actually, she remembered, the concert took place the night that she had left Willow.

A frustrated sigh escaped her. 'Willow again', she thought 'I just can't stop thinking about her!' She had spent the last half-hour of her lecture writing a poem, about the night Willow came to her room to tell her that she was the one she was choosing to be with, instead of learning about . . . With shock, she realised that she didn't even know what class she had just been in. 'Great, I might not have even been in one of my classes!'

She let herself into her dorm room, musing how lucky she was to be able to get one mid-term - one of the things about living in Sunnydale, she supposed, always somewhere to live. Frowning, she berated herself for this cavalier attitude she had developed. She remembered being upset at how Willow and Buffy reacted when they found Mr Bogarty dead in the Magic Box. She had been happy when Willow suggested she go and stay with Dawn, as she found the automatic way they "processed the scene" very disturbing, even though she knew they had both been dealing with supernatural carnage since mid-teens, and this attitude stemmed from all they had seen. A symptom of being a Scooby she thought. Not that she really felt like a member of the gang anymore. Dawn and Anya were the only ones she had any real contact with, but they were like her - subsidiary Scoobs - not the core group of Buffy, Willow and Xander.

Sighing again, Tara began taking books out of her bag. She looked again at the poem she had written, and felt the tears form in her eyes as she remembered that night. She had never known such a feeling of happiness. When she realised that Willow was promising herself to her she was divided - she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with her, but she also knew that circumstance would interfere, both her worries about her background and other things, but she vowed that she would do whatever it took to stay with this wonderful woman, even if it meant lying to her.

On that dreaded day before her 20th birthday, when Willow found about her supposed demon side and still wanted her to stay, she was amazed by this woman, but also worried for her welfare. Then, when the truth of her family's deception was made known, she renewed her pledge to Willow whole-heartedly.

With a feral growl, and a stamp of a foot, she flung the notebook across the length of the room. After a few seconds she went dejectedly to collect it and return it to the neat pile of books on her dresser. She walked to her bed and sat, her hand reaching out to the chess piece on her locker. Willow had taught her to play chess. Shortly after her birthday, she had been telling Willow some of the things from her past. She told how her Father used to play chess with one of the neighbours, and how she had sometimes asked him to teach her. He never did. So when he wasn't around she began to make up her own version of the game. She smiled indulgently as she remembered Willow offering to teach her if she would show Willow her version of the game.

Willow was a great teacher. Tara became quite proficient at the game, and sometimes (not very often, she admitted), she even bested her teacher. She remembered Willow telling her how she had also taught Dawn, then realised that Willow hadn't actually taught Dawn, that it was just part of the spell the Monks had done when they had placed Dawn in Buffy's care. The Scoobs had unanimously decided that thinking about those pseudo memories was, as Xander put it, the way to mucho mayhem and madness.

Tara couldn't help put parallel that life-altering spell with the one Willow had done that had caused them all to lose all notion of their identities. She also could not stop thinking about how even when she didn't know who she was, she knew who she was supposed to be with. She could still recall the unnerving envy she felt when she heard Xander's theory that he and Willow were a couple, and the fluttery feeling she got whenever the redhead looked at her or was nearby.

She felt betrayed by what Willow had done. She was angered by Willow tampering with her mind, her refuge from the hurts the world threw at her. But she could not deny the love she still had for her Willow, and she couldn't ignore that she still hoped that she and Willow could have a future together.

Her musings were halted by a soft knock at the door.

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