And, I'm back! I know, I know, I'm despicable, I shouldn't leave you kittens hanging like that. But! There's a but, I have another one shot to give you a break. First thing first though, replies.
Thanks to all of you who keep sticking to my irregular work.
Ariel, thank you for reading it! It was a pleasure to write actually, because, well, I just can picture Willow doing something like that ^^
Promethea, yay for sqealing!
DaddyCatALSO, Willow definitely has that romantic streak. Thanks for stopping by and can't wait for Snapshots to get there!
SJ, thanks for reading!!
JustSkipIt, yes, definitely two one-shots, three now, I'm kind of spazzy that way. Thanks for the feedback =)
Azirahael, I think short and sweet go hand in hand, at least in Willow's case. I figured if it was longer she'd either start babbling or stray into naughty thoughts -lol Thanks for reading!
fhiwda. thanks! Yeah, it's something I would do too---ok scratch that, something that I have done -ugh. Hence the idea
Thanks for your feedback =)
wildmind, don't we all wish a different outcome *sigh* Then again maybe that's why there are so many fanfictions and the like, after all here we keep Willow and Tara safe and happy ^^ Thanks for the kind words =)
Now, onto the new shot. It's kind of depressing actually, but as per FAQ, oh and personal striving for happiness it ends well. I'll give it a rating of R, but no naughtiness, just want to play safe.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in any way, shape or form, I just have a warped mind. Oh, and too much time on my hands.
Summary: Ok, I kind of pictured the story happening anytime between the Dark Age and early 1900, but it could also be a contemporary setting. No particular POV.
Rating: R
The Void
The sun bled through the sky until it was no more.
A wish burst within my chest to follow it.
One step. Two steps.
I am one of the damned. My destiny is that of the weak of mind and withering bodies.The void is near. As I approach it I envision the face of my beloved. My curse.
My salvation.Arms encircle me from behind. An angel is here to accompany me in my last journey.
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I am twisted. You are my rock. Not feeble like me. You ought not to know.
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You can do something. Let me go.
She stops to think. Don't. I know how wicked I am. And yet here aren't enough words to describe how I feel.
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Anything? These thoughts stab my heart and wrench my gut. Would you have stabbed me to rid me of my misery?
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A beat. I lift my head.
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I turn. This can't be happening.
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My eyes lock with hers. What do you mean? Do not play with my heart so.
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A simple request. One I fear I can't fulfill. And yet her arms ground me, her eyes keep me spellbound.
Witch. Demon. The accusations ring through my mind, I cannot have her subjected to that, not after my claim of love. I avert my gaze.
Her hand leaves my waist to gently grasp my face and firmly level it with hers.
Again that request.
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In her eyes something prompts me to believe in her.
She said she missed my voice.
After that terrible declaration I didn't utter another word.
"Anything". She said that back then too. "Tell me you hate me, say something, say anything!" Did she really mean it?
I find my voice after months of silence.
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She smiled, and lit up my world.
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Slowly despair uncoils from my heart. It feels like I can breathe again.
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She leans in. I'm dreaming.
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She kisses me.
I'm home.