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Re: the rest of me...

Postby xita » Fri May 09, 2003 8:18 am

It's good to see xander so attentive and actually realizing what is going on. It was great for Tara to hear that her friends think willow has feelings for her. Now this costume party thing, what such sweet torture as I await the results of that. Tara knows she can't resist willow's embrace. And I love how mature Willow is being. She stepped away from her friends but not from Tara. She knows what she wants and is resigned that her friends don't really care. However, I find Buffy's absence strange, I think she's up to something.

xita
 


Re: the rest of me...

Postby Puff » Fri May 09, 2003 8:40 am

Hi MC what a great update. I love how you write Xander in this part, I actually like the guy in your story. The interaction between Xander and Tara was brilliant and in such a serious moment this made me laugh...

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eventually Willow will usually explain it to me so that I get what’s going on. Sometimes she even uses charts and graphs


I imagine that Willow has to explain most things to Xander :D The dress sounds really beautiful and you give enough description so that I can close my eyes and imagine Tara in it, which is great. I hope the dance goes well for them both and I still wonder what Willow is planning to do. Because this is Willow and she has to be planning something.

Thanks for the update and (hugs) right back at you :grin





Cheese. It's milk that you chew.

Puff
 


Tara had a Crush and Willow was her name-o

Postby darkmagicwillow » Fri May 09, 2003 10:14 am

Great update. I loved how you started with Xander and let us guess to whom he was speaking. He's the perfect person to give Tara a new perspective on and insight into Willow's life, and you write him well. The story about the kitten was so wonderful, especially as I've done something quite similar myself. I kept lunchmeat at home for months, hoping to find it again, and I hate sandwiches. Tara's insight into Xander is good too, his presence not just telling Tara about Willow but letting the reader see into all three characters in a different way.



I loved the ending too, especially Tara's poignant request in return of Willow's request for forgiveness:

“Can you pretend…I’m not leaving?”


--

"Omnia mutantur, nihil interit." -- "Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost."

darkmagicwillow
 


Re: Tara had a Crush and Willow was her name-o

Postby some dark thing » Sat May 10, 2003 3:12 am

Ok, here I go again.



Finding out about the gang's reactions to Willow's MIA act worked so well,



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He was annoyed at that, Tara could tell by his tensed jaw, when he’d told her. But he didn’t say it. What he did say was that Anya had closed the Magic Box and was at the Summer’s home holding down the fort. Just in case Willow showed up there.




Awwww... concerned Scoobies.

No, make that - Scoobies concerned with Willow.

I liked Anya closing the Magic Box vs Buffy leaving. So Buffy!



But Willow and Buffy both disappeared. Buffy with the car.

Hmmm....

I remember Tara used to live 6 hours away and Willow planned to drive there. And Buffy left a message to one of the numbers Willow had her call so the phone call she received could have been... Am I just trying to see Buffy as a good friend cum Slayer?



Xander and Tara searching for Will together was a chance for them to see the Willow the other saw. I hope this will help things change for Xander, I don't particularly like him but I think he can give his best when needed.



And the stray kitten story? Now who wouldn't live in a deserted building and starve for a while just to get picked up by Willow? Ok, maybe I should have kept this line for myself...



Now seriously, I love Willow in your fic. Well, I always do, but _here_ she is... everything I love about her. Does this statement make sense?



Talking about Willow Chocolate was evil. My mouth watered in a very embarrassing way. Heh. Hey! I just like chocolate! So what? (I'm not really fooling anyone, am I?)



Oh, and Tara's quote "She didn’t want to judge anyone, but especially with Xander, who Willow loved, she didn’t want to judge harshly." was simply perfect. Her reaction to Xander outing Willow's feelings for her got me laughing. It's amazing how low-esteem (or something of the sort) can make even the most perceptive people blind to the obvious.



some dark thing
 


Re: Tara had a Crush and Willow was her name-o

Postby Grimlock72 » Sat May 10, 2003 7:54 am

Great, now *I* have a certain song stuck in my head :D .



I wouldn't be too surprised if Buffy really did ran away to Angel, but I suspect she's following a lead from one of her one phone-calls. She DID make those calls eventually after all, heh. Strange how I did like Buffy about three updates ago and now we're back to 'normal' so to speak :) .



I'm really liking Xander in this update. He's a good person to talk to Tara about Willow, as he's been around Willow before they started the slaying-gig. The story about the kitten was adorable and also very typically Willow (as in the 'not prepared' part).



Yes it is somewhat amazing Tara never noticed Willow falling in love with her (or her triggering Willow's questions about herself, not that thats a bad thing). Tara has been told she's not lovable a bit to much I think. Plus, she wants to leave Sunnydale (partly at least to protect Willow) and she seems to think Willow deserves 'better'. She did go to the party though, while knowing perfectly well it wouldn't make leaving any easier.



Loved Willow getting slightly off-topic in her note to Tara, about the security of dorms and such :-)



Grimmy

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She(Tara) knew that she was Willow too. If she knew that then why hadn't Willow herself? That wasn't fair. She was Willow. she should have known that first. -- Willow in _Sidestep Chronicle_ (part 80)

Grimlock72
 


Re: Tara had a Crush and Willow was her name-o

Postby mariacomet » Sat May 10, 2003 12:33 pm

:mad Can you all believe that I accidentally posted the NON final draft version???? :mad



Grrr, I say....anyway if anyone re-looks over this and notices different stuff, you are NOT crazy. I'm just a little dorky from time to time.



Anywho....it looks so far like we will be having Sunday updates from now on. And no, NOT starting this Sunday - I'd like to do that, but this Sunday is Mother's day.



Haaaaaaaaaappyyyyyyyy Mother's day to all the Mom's out there.



I'll get to the personal replies AFTER I go get mom her present.



BTW, the freaking radio gotten stolen out of my car!!! ARGH!!!

Can you all believe that[/b]

Edited by: mariacomet at: 5/10/03 11:34:50 am
mariacomet
 


Re: Tara had a Crush and Willow was her name-o

Postby Cindy Lou Who » Sat May 10, 2003 9:46 pm

Thanks for the explanation of your motivations as a writer.;)



And for the helpful hints regarding the 10 and the orb. Tolkein would never indulge a reader thus. Which is why tea would be more fun with you.



Xander's concerns echo Willow's. It seems they both saw each other as the fall-back position - only she's gone beyond that and he's working on it.



I was quite moved by Xander's apparent blame on Tara concerning Willow's recent decisions...but you (thankfully) reconciled that for the most part.



And how can a Flapper in Blue leave a Sincere and Seductive Moll? Let them both forget until Tara forgets entirely! Please!:pray



As for updates...Sunday Schmunday. You could post a word a day and I'd be enthralled. I'll takes it where I finds it...and feel like a lucky punk.



~Suse

Cindy Lou Who
 


...

Postby Rane018 » Sun May 11, 2003 12:04 am

this was such a great update! xander/tara talk was wonderful and she showed up to the party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :pinky now hopefully they will talk about what is going on and willow will just twirl tara towards her and plant her one big ole smooch and tara will have to just stay. lol... hugs and kisses to you and miss pixie



ps- sorry to hear about your car radio being stolen. that sucks! :(

"Take care of my heart, won't you please? Take care of it because it's all that I have. And if you let me, I'll take care of your heart too." Pure sweetness in the look between Willow and Tara.

Edited by: Rane018 at: 5/10/03 11:08:13 pm
Rane018
 


Re: ...

Postby some dark thing » Mon May 12, 2003 1:19 am

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BTW, the freaking radio gotten stolen out of my car!!! ARGH!!! Can you all believe that




Oh, uhm, yeah I can.

It still sucks big time though.

Sorry about it.



some dark thing
 


Re: ...

Postby Nation » Mon May 12, 2003 12:49 pm

Hi MC! Remember a few weeks ago you emailed me and asked if I had ever sat down and read "the Dream" and "the Future" segments of this story.....well....I am proud to say I finally did that. I got stuck working this past weekend, two very long, very boring 12 hour shifts in the middle of the night. Soooo...to kill a little time I just re-read your entire story. ALL the parts this time. :) I must say, I'm just as intrigued by the Dream segments as I am by the Now. I'm curious to see how the members of the Circle will react to Willow and Tara if they do marry. Hmmm.....oh, and Will and Tara together at the party...YAY!!! Looking forward to your next update. Take care....



Nation

Nation
 


A darn big milkshake...

Postby mariacomet » Tue May 13, 2003 8:10 am

As usual, everyone, thank you for reading...



shuyaku For the longest time, I really hated writing Xander because I was sure I had no idea how to write him. I'm still not sure I do. One the one hand, Xander is part of the "Buffy Family" and important. On the other hand, he's NOT W or T, and thusly he is muted and will likely always be muted because I LOVE W and T. Poor guy. He's just not an incredibly sexy female witch. Not his fault really.

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Where was I, oh yeah first question... Where was Willow for those couple o' days and second question... Where the hell did Buffy disappear to? Enquiring minds want to know!!






See writer. See writer :dance around answers till the next few updates. See writer try and be amusing WHILE :dance trying to dance around the answers. See writer use the same emote three times in one paragraph while trying to :dance around the answers.



I think you know where I stand now.



You DO have me beat on the birthday thing. That being said....HAPPY BIRTHDAY shuyaku. :bounce



And YAH Tauruses! We're a fine bunch, the lot of us. So says I, Capt'n MC!



some dark thing

Ears? Hmmm...for me it's hands and back. (as well as eyes, and other bits) I LOVE Tara's back. I'm just saying.



One of the interesting reactions i noted to this update were people saying GRRRR Buffy, while hoping that Buffy was actually doing the right thing and being a good friend. I think, and I like this - that no matter what the last two years have meant, we all still want Buffy to be heroic. Deep down, I love her character. I don't always like how she acts or treats the others - but I want her to do right by herself and the others.



Or it could be that people are cheering on Willow. Wanting Willow to be supported, and realizing that Buffy's support means a lot to Willow.



I hope - deep down - it's both.



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And the stray kitten story? Now who wouldn't live in a deserted building and starve for a while just to get picked up by Willow?




I know many kittens that have done much worse than this to get a hello from Aly and/or Amber. :lol



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Oh, and Tara's quote "She didn’t want to judge anyone, but especially with Xander, who Willow loved, she didn’t want to judge harshly." was simply perfect.




Ah, you picked up on my girlfriend's favorite line. When I thought of it, I love the characterization of that moment. I think, as I understand Tara that not judging is a large part of her soul. It's amazing to me how caring and compassion are reflected so differently in Willow and in Tara.



You tempt me to do something about that ear comment. Hmmm....



Thank you for not only reading, but for reading and making a seperate trip back to the Kitten to hop back here and tell me what you thought.



justin Hard to say, with Buffy. :whistle



Buffy will be shown, with any luck, in quite a few lights in this fic. Some you will like, and some....not so much. But hopefully you all will stick with me till the end.



The good guys(and ladies) win.



Marilda The flapper thing is soooo much fun. I even searched online for the dress that I thought she would wear. And Willow's costume too.



It was Willow in a fedora and a moll suit that started my mind happily down this path. Tara in a flapper outfit sealed the deal.



xita - Buffy's up to something. I'm up to something. It's all the same really. The Scoobies, in the best and worst sense of the word, are family. The costume scene was fun to write. I hope you all like it as much on the reading side.



i think it's interesting to keep the parrell in the dream in mind when looking at Willow in the now. In the dream, Willow is not only growing up, but she is growing into her destiny - into her role as Mantlebearer. Willow, in the now, is growing too. And she too, will have new roles to deal with.



Puff Much love, as usual from me and mine. Thanks for the kind words about the interaction. I really sweated this part because I know Xander...well...puts many kittens to sleep to put it lightly.



I actually found three dress on the web and combined them in my head to come up with Tara's dress. I think Tara would have looked lovely in something like that on the show. :drool



Willow does have a plan but she has furfilled a lot of it by getting Tara to the dance. You just can't plan for everything. or everyone.



darkmagicwillow The story about the kitten was kind of aXander 'revelation.' I was brainstorming about a 'Willowstory' Xander could tell....and the story just came. I could see and hear Xander saying it. So all of that helped a lot. Much easier when "hear" the characters. He STILL is not my favorite character to write - by far. But I loved the idea of a Xander/Tara sharing scene.



The pretend line relates alllll the way back to the playground scene. I think the words will become something of a foil for Our Girls.



Grimlock72 I don't think, as a reader, that I would be surprised if Buffy did run off to Angel either. It's possible. She can be blind and self righteous. And I am purposely trying to add in elements of that. But I think she will have "hero" moments in this piece too. At least, I hope so.



I was looking forward to Xander and Tara talking. I think they could both provide unique insights into her. Both of them - canon wise - know her better than anyone else. Yet, they know her in very different ways. I wish they had developed at least one Xander/Tara talking scene in the show. I would have liked to see that 'play out.' So to speak.



I think with regards to Willow falling in love with her, Tara was only seeing what she let herself see. Yes, esteem wise, I think she is surprised someone has those feelings for her. But also...Willow returning her feelings makes her 'forbidden' dreams of a life that much closer to reality. This is a complication for Tara, who up till now, has allowed herself not to have much of a life at all.



Cindy Lou Who



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Tolkein would never indulge a reader thus. Which is why tea would be more fun with you.




Also, Tolkein never had motorcycles in his story. Gandalf on a Harley would have been very cool.



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I was quite moved by Xander's apparent blame on Tara concerning Willow's recent decisions...but you (thankfully) reconciled that for the most part.




I think Xander is still young in many ways. Willow is much

more aware of herself and those around her then he is. I think a "young" reaction to change is to cast blame. So he has that gut reaction, but since he is maturing - a bit - he gets past it and sees a more honest version of what's going on. I think the end all is that he is afraid Tara will 'take Willow away' from him. At least, partially. But he realizes that Tara really isn't the issue. The issue is that Willow is growing up, and both discovering and rediscovering herself.



He's still afraid but he loses the need to cast blame. And Tara, I believe, will become a good resource for his growth.

Our Xander is still a growing boy.



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And how can a Flapper in Blue leave a Sincere and Seductive Moll?




I know! Geez, someone needs to give that Tara a talking to.

:wink



rane Twirling? I try not to make anyone twirl in my fics. It makes me dizzy. Also, I try not to twirling while writing fic. I'm just saying. But smootch...yep. One smootch coming up. And heh...I like that you called Michele Miss Pixie. *HUGGGG from me and Miss Pixie*



Nation - :clap :clap :clap



I'm glad that you wound up liking the Dreams parts too. And yet amazed that you re-read this thing. You have my admiration, even though the two long boooorinngg shifts sounded well...kinda boring. I used to work graveyard. I would take little naps and read.



Er...no telling my bosses about that napping thing though.



some dark thing (again) Well, you're braver than I. I know a lot of people wanted to stick it out with Willow this year...I couldn't go there. And I agree, Thank GOODNESS for the kitten.



Now that you mention it though, Willow DOES have cute ears.

Edited by: mariacomet at: 5/18/03 12:25:57 pm
mariacomet
 


Re: A darn big milkshake...

Postby some dark thing » Tue May 13, 2003 4:18 pm



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Ears? Hmmm...for me it's hands and back. (as well as eyes, and other bits)




Well... *guilty* I didn't want to be so into season 7 and I knew watching Willow would turn me into a drooling fan so I was very busy trying not to look at her eyes or her lips or... anything really, that's why it was the ears that got me. :-)



On the other hand I just knew not getting all worked up on season 7 was the right call.... All I'm saying (in a wholesome non-spoilers way) is that s7 sucks beyond belief. Was it BtVS? Really? I wouldn't have guessed.

Agh! Angry rant over.

Thank Goddess for the Kitten board.















some dark thing
 


HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Postby shuyaku » Fri May 16, 2003 2:41 pm

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear MCccceeeeeeeee

Happy birthday to you!



:balloons



-shuyaku :bigkiss







shuyaku
 


Re: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Postby some dark thing » Sat May 17, 2003 1:09 am

ok, I second that.

Happy Birthday, MC.

some dark thing
 


Re: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Postby Katharyn » Sat May 17, 2003 3:18 am

Happy birthday sweetie...



One day soon there will be some story involving a red haired woman and her new friend winging its way to you...



Katharyn

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If I want a little pussy, I got my own to play with.
Chance in Chance.




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Katharyn
 


The Stone Circle Part 31

Postby mariacomet » Sun May 18, 2003 1:32 pm

Ahoy there shipmates.



First, I want to thank you all for the birthday wishes.



Second, I want to thank Kath (and Pixie) for not running away from me in horror when I tell them that I have 15 pages of story I'd lik eto post tomorrow and - is that a problem?

Also because they do things like read 15 pages posts in 6 different beta forms without complaint.



Thirdly, Did we lose Bluuuueee on a turn around the island somewheres? I keep telling people that groping should be done with two hands ONLY on calm waters. When the waters are angsty...use one hand to grope and one to hold on, gang.



Lastly....I will be posting in a bit...just to let you all know.



*crosses that out* Okay, how about I post NOW, instead?





Title: The Stone Circle

Part: 31/?

Email address: mariacomet@hotmail.com

Feedback: - Hey, I’m giving the girls a kiss in this part aren’t I? I’m just saying.

Distribution: Just let me know.

Spoilers: All eps that have aired.



Rating: PG -13 . There will be…bad language. Violence. Adult situations. And general naughtiness throughout. I deal with some very dark themes as well as some very light themes.



Disclaimer: All Characters contained here-in are owned by and products of the genius of Joss Whedon and Co. I am only doing this because well...it's fun to play with Willow and Tara. Not making any money.



Special Thanks to: Michele, who is my guidng star and always makes me feel like it's okay to do new things. Kath - who is a great friend, and who promised me one heck of a birthday gift that I am in awe even, even before seeing it.



Writers’ WARNING and notation:



Warning!! At least ONE alternate universe exists in this story.



The Now



It occurred to Tara that she’d never actually danced with another woman. Nor had she ever asked another woman to dance with her. Certainly not on a song like this. The slow and rhythmic beat, the chords inviting touching…and feelings.



But Willow, despite their earlier promise, looked distracted. Tara knew that she too, was having a hard time keeping her word. They’d barely spoken to each other. The noise of the bar didn’t help, but it was their minds - lost in ‘what if…’ and ‘what about…’ - that were the real problem. Tara wanted more from this night, for Willow’s sake more than her own, than to sit back quietly and let time pass them by.



Also, it troubled her that Willow wouldn’t look at her except in sideways glances. She couldn’t tell if Willow was feeling guilty…or maybe even shy. But it pained her. Willow was the one who had wanted her to be here… So why wasn’t she able to look at her?



Without a word, and she wasn’t even sure she’d be heard if she didn’t shout in Willow’s ear, she stood and tentatively pointed at couples finding one another on the dance floor. The redhead finally looked at her and swallowed. She pointed too, seemingly trying to confirm Tara’s intention. With a soft, shy smile, Tara extended a hand.



She mouthed the word ‘please.’ And she knew that Willow saw. The hand. The word.



Willow’s hand in hers was soft and warm. It was always a heady thing, touching Willow Rosenberg. A powerful thing. It made her hand tingle. It made her heart…oh her poor defenseless heart…stretching its wings now in her chest….unfurling itself in this rare happiness. Touching Willow. Being with Willow. She’d never felt like this. So out of control. Of her own head and heart. At war with herself. Wanting to keep ‘sensible’ and wanting to dream, oh dream of fantastic things. Heroes and legends and days of old. And love…love coming to her door. The chance at finding a soul that fit hers, knocking…knocking… The chance that she would open the door and not find only emptiness. She reached up, wanting to see Willow’s eyes. They were hidden because Willow kept adjusting that damn fedora.



The answer was simple; Tara let go of her date’s hand just long enough to slowly pull the fedora free. With what could only be called a saucy gleam in her eyes, Tara tossed the redhead’s abandoned hat to one of their companions. The woman hooted at the gesture and egged the pair on. Willow, for her part, suddenly looked as if she had just been deprived of her favorite security blanket. Self-consciously, she patted down her hair but – again - took Tara’s re-proffered hand.



There was a moment when neither of them knew who should lead, but then it was okay. Because it just fell into place. Their arms came around each other. Tara’s arms draped over Willow’s shoulders. This is what it’s like to be held by Willow, she thought before she could discourage such ideas from…making her feel too warm, too safe, too…at home.



Yet in the circle of Willow’s arms was both contentment and longing. Completeness and…and need. Their thighs brushed together. She didn’t even want to think about their breasts. That would make things…impossible. Soft, so soft…Willow. Tara’s heart was so loud and surely the other woman could hear it. Maybe this was a bad idea. They were too close. Their eyes were unable to look away from one another, and every moment spread itself out thickly…lasting…lasting. The slightest touch, the pads of fingertips brushing was born of some encompassing natural force. Like the moon, and it moved Tara…who suddenly felt like the tide. Subject to this woman she held. They were too close. Soft breath from her friend - her FRIEND - made her cheek warm and then cooler, then warm again. Her lips felt dry. Inside she was running, and rising…and falling.



Her friend’s thumb drew a line down her hip, and then up again. A small caress, but nothing was small now. Everything was heightened, expanding…the air itself felt swollen when she drew it into her lungs. It was air that she shared with Willow. Their thighs brushed again.



Tara spoke just to distract herself. She had to. Because the small connections were driving her mad. “Are you…? At the table you didn’t seem to want to talk to me.”



“What?” Willow had Tara repeat it, and had to lean her head down to hear what she said. They pressed together more closely and Tara had to hold back a groan.



“Noisy,” was Willow’s answer. It was true. Noisy was a very good description of the bar. It hadn’t helped that as the evening wore on, more and more people had crowded inside. The music in the bar also seemed to have been raised in increments to compensate.



That didn’t stop the manager of ‘Helping Hands’ from trying again. “But…you didn’t…”



“What?” There wasn’t an obvious sense of understanding in Willow’s expression. It was too loud in the bar. There were too many people and music that was practically pounding against the building’s walls.



Tara tried once more, in a much louder voice than she was used to using. “You didn’t look at me.”



“What?” Willow practically shouted. It became obvious to Tara, that not only could Willow not hear anything Tara was saying, but she could barely hear herself. Tara pointed to her eyes, then to Willow, then to herself. The other woman finally seemed to get it.



“Oh…well…” Willow’s cheeks flamed. Despite this, she held up a finger, asking Tara to give her a second. The song they were dancing to was about to end, and she waited for the lull before she spoke. The lack of treble and bass helped, though there were still people’s voices to contend with. Everything seemed much quieter though.



Willow leaned in again, and her soft curves molded into Tara’s body. The woman in the flapper costume felt her breath hitch in her chest. It was as if she had suddenly been burned, it held the intensity and shock of a painful thing. Willow’s lips were close to Tara’s ear, and her breath was warm and tickling there. Willow gave her rushed explanation on one nervous exhale. “You…when I look at you, all these butterflies show up. You look…see, and now I’m staring. I don’t want to stare at you. Because that would give you that in a zoo creepy feeling. You…also…well I forget to do the breathing thing. And hyperventilating wouldn’t be the best idea either.”



The words didn’t help the speed of Tara’s heartbeat. Joy was not a feeling that was hindered easily. It didn’t help that she had always yearned, deeply yearned for someone to say such wonderful things to her. Say them about her. It didn’t help that Willow was still so close. Tara felt as if she was sinking into the other woman’s skin, and it was so soft and hot and smooth. And, heaven help her, the contact of Willow’s thighs against her own was more than enough to make her imagination run. She could see herself, her hands, revealing more and more skin as this special, heroic woman lay beneath her.



“Willow,” Tara began, struggling to gain control of herself. She pulled back to a safer distance. Enough, she ordered herself. No matter what she felt, there was the issue of right and wrong. Obviously Xander had been right. But she’d known. She’d known before he’d ever told her. She just hadn’t known that the effect they had on one another was equally monumental for both of them. Maybe it didn’t matter. Why not just…



Because Willlow would be hurt.



The music started again.



“Willow, you’re going to feel a lot of…”



“What?” Willow asked in that same, partially shouting tone. Despite how Tara was feeling, and the turmoil inside her, the bar was still loud and filled with people. Damn, Tara thought. She managed to find some grim humor in the situation. “The thing is - you’re driving me crazy in that outfit, and dancing isn’t helping either. So could you maybe drag me off to a corner and ravage me?”



“What?!” Willow called out, and her expression became frustrated. “I can’t hear!”



Yeah, Tara thought, with a small laugh, that’s about what I expected



“You wanna get some air?” The gangster moll sans fedora questioned, seeming to read her date’s mood even if she couldn’t hear her words. She pointed towards the door.



Tara nodded exuberantly.



Their first stop was to recover their jackets from their table. Then Willow led them on a dodging, albeit effective, path through the crowd. She smiled with success as they pushed through a door and were suddenly in the bar’s parking lot. It was much, much quieter outside though her ears continued to ring. Tara breathed in the chilly night air almost gratefully.



For some reason, by mutual unspoken agreement, they stopped holding hands outside, choosing instead to walk across the parking lot to where a number of benches had been set up. Some couples were already necking on these makeshift chairs, and some looked like they were about to do much more than that. Both women did their best not to look at ANY of those couples.



“You okay?” Willow asked.



It was cold outside, but she was a little hot, truth be told. Though from the climate of the bar…or other things…she wasn’t quite sure. But Tara just nodded.



“Kinda does my heart good,” Willow said out of the blue as she sat down on one of the benches. Tara joined her. They sat close together but both seemed to make it a point not to actually touch.



Tara’s brow furrowed her confusion at the statement. “Getting out of the bar?”



“No…um…this.” She motioned at the women around her and also the bar.



“Seeing women making out?” Tara asked, hiding a small grin.



A blush covered Willow’s cheeks instantaneously. She began to stammer a protest but then saw Tara was teasing her. She lightly pushed her elbow into Tara’s arm. “You big pile of meanness.” She declared with a little pout.



“Sorry. I’ll be good.” Tara promised with a soft laugh, and pushed back gently.



“No, it just…it makes me feel…maybe it’s just the idea of everyone feeling so…unafraid. That they feel free to be themselves. That makes me feel good.”



“I’m happy you’re comfortable.” Tara’s first experience in a gay bar had overwhelmed her. Not in a bad way. But her father had encouraged her to believe that certain things should be hidden. Especially what he called “unnatural things.” Hidden and never talked about. She hadn’t wanted to believe that. But some small part of you always believes what your parents say. She’d felt, at the time, as if she were watching something that was wonderfully naughty. But she was terrified too…to be approached. To be seen by any of these free spirits. She had been so shy, deep down – she still was. The people in the bar had seemed so much braver than she was. She’d actually waited till she’d moved to another city to try again. That new place was just a bit quieter, and somehow she’d been better able to quell old messages there.



Green eyes looked up into blue. “You’re very good at the whole neutral response thing.” Willow looked more closely. “I can see your mind working, though.”



A laugh. “Sorry. I’m…remember how I told you once that I’m not good at the talking thing?”



A proud look from the gangster. “Yes, but we proved you wrong.” A nudge was given and then it was returned playfully.



“Well, see, the ‘neutral response’ thing is part of that. The idea is to give encouragers. You listen and you go, ‘mmm.’ Or ‘Un-huh’ or ‘I see.’ Or ‘That must be interesting.' I’m used to getting other people to talk, not being the actual talking one.”



“Mmm.” Willow teased. “Un-huh. I see. That must be interesting. Mmm?” The mock serious expression was nothing less than adorable.



“My first time in a gay bar was a bit daunting. In hindsight, I probably should have picked somewhere else. It was a big, very trendy club called ‘Lez Chic.’ See…I came from a small town, originally.” She chuckled gingerly at herself. “And even though I’ve been around quite a bit since then, where I grew up being hip was to know there was a new Piggly Wiggly supermarket opening the next town over. Anyway, I don’t think it showed but a part of me was so shocked by everything in ‘Lez Chic’. Women dancing! Women kissing! Women flirting! Women in leather and chains! And some with leashes! I think I overloaded, a little, and got a little… frazzled.”



“Leashes?” The green-eyed witch looked around and seemed grateful not to see any such things here.



“I think that was part of the trendiness, but I’m not sure – I didn’t manage to talk to anyone and ask them. Where I grew up, if the word lesbian was ever used - they would probably think it was a French gardening term.” That made Willow pause. “You know…les…bean.” The joke, even by Tara’s standards, was abstract. Bad humor, Tara chided herself. She rushed on. “Homosexuality was something that was not to be addressed in polite company and when people did talk about it, they always said things like ‘those people', or 'one of those types.’ The gay bar I went to seemed to be going out of its way to be shocking. I think it’s good that places like that exist, but it’s not…not really my scene.”



"Leashes aren't your scene. I think that makes me feel relieved." The gangster said decisively.



Tara’s expression was mock-serious. "Too tame for me." She nudged Willow playfully.



Willow nodded sagely. “Oh yeah, me too.”



Again, Tara thought, I have to wonder who this person teasing Willow…practically flirting with her… is. Couldn’t be me. I’m not good at talking. I’ve told Willow that many times. Except that…around her it’s easier.



Willow’s grin was replaced by a much more curious expression. “But…it got better? You know…more comfortable?” She asked, interested.



The blonde’s lips quirked up ruefully. “What little I have experienced, you mean?”



The other woman lifted her brows meaningfully. “Yes, because I am the queen of experience. All must bow before me and my massive super-know-how powers.”



It earned Willow a quiet laugh, which seemed to please the redhead. It amazed Tara how in such a sort time, she had learned so many of Willow’s facial expressions. “You’ll figure it out Willow.”



“The gay thing, you mean?”



“Anything you ever put your mind to.” Her friend answered gently, and she touched Willow’s hand.



A touch, and an answer, fingers closing lightly over hers. Both of them looked down at the connection. Silence was not the answer Tara expected. Willow was so motionless. Finally, Willow said, “I think I get closer to figuring things out all the time.”



There was something about the way she said that, that made Tara’s pulse fall into an unsteady gait. “I…I think it would be easy for you to jump into something now, but you shouldn’t try to. You have to make sure you give yourself enough time and space… I think when you’re confused, especially, you tend to reach out for easy truths. But…but if you’re patient with yourself… ”



The woman in the gangster costume leaned forward a little, studying her employer. “I don’t feel confused.”



“You don’t?” The voice was too still, it should have been carefree and casual, that might have stopped what was building.



Their gazes were hungry and could not be torn apart.



“Not right now.” Willow amended softly.



Joy, joy, joy…Tara felt it surge in her at that look. And there was pain and questions. Why did it have to be this way? And her father’s voice, ‘Don’t be selfish,Tara’



Pain and joy, joy and pain - intermingling in an impossible, swirling dance. Tara felt dizzy. She forced herself to find control, the intense self-control she’d always had. That same restraint had rarely ever let her cry. For weakness was not something she deserved, and when she lost control, her power was capable of terrifying things.



Pain and joy. Joy and pain.



Don’t be selfish, Tara.



I have to nip this in the bud, Tara told herself urgently.



“Willow, I think…I’m not one of the Scoobies, and I’m gay and…I think it would be easy - emotionally to become…to develop…um…to think that you…Xander told me,” She finally sputtered. “That you had feelings for me.”



“Xander told you.” Willow repeated flatly.



“Willow…” The tone was beseeching her friend to understand. “You know that I’m leaving.”



“And if…if you…” She couldn’t get the words out. Not quite.



“If I wasn’t…” The flapper filled in, “this is new to you, I wouldn’t want to take advantage.” It was, perhaps, the wrong thing to say.



Willow stood up and paced. “Tara, I know you mean well, but that is so not what I wanted to hear right now. I gave this epic rant about how you trusted me the other day, and how you treated me like a grownup and then...”



Tara rose and touched her shoulder. “You are a grownup. With all the best parts of the child still intact. Most people forget that part. Abandon it. But you…you’ve kept your heart open…”



“So have you,” Willow countered.



“No… ”



“Yes.” Green eyes were stubborn on this point. “You care about your kids. I know it hurts you, leaving them. And you care about me. And…you…you cared about Dennis O’Malley.”



Tara blinked. That name was the last she expected for Willow to know, much less use. It hurt to hear that name, and the sound of it threatened to shatter everything that was usually resolved inside Tara. So…about this too…Xander had been right. Willow had found out more than Tara had ever wanted her to know.



“How did you…”



“Tara O’Malley. You and he were… You used his name.”



She had. Once or twice when filling out forms that might lead back to her shady history. She had used Dennis’ last name to honor him. Just a few times. Apparently it had been enough for someone with Willow’s skills and focus to track that to her. Tara felt the familiar protectiveness form inside her. For a long time, he’d been all she’d had. He’d loved her. Not perfectly. But as selflessly as he could. With the sole exception of my mother he was more family than my real family ever was. She still was proud of him, she realized. No matter what, some part of her always would be.



“He was my brother.” The words fell loudly into the night air, and then came the guilt. She’d forgotten him for a little while tonight. All the specters she carried, she’d forgotten all of them.



How much could Willow know? Stupid to let someone like Willow close. Willow was too smart, too loyal…



Willow blinked. “I know where Dennis was born, where he was brought up. I know where he was first arrested as a juvenile. First arrested…Dennis seemed to have…um…some tendencies. His life didn’t exist anywhere near yours, Tara. You were from a small town. He was brought up in the inner city….”



“He was my brother. In every way that mattered.” Tara answered firmly. Fear and anger trembled inside her. Willow had no right…no right…Knowledge could be dangerous and Tara had struggled so long, so hard to keep everyone around her safe. “I can’t believe you did this. I made my wishes clear, and you ignored them. You talk about people treating you as a child…but how did you treat me?”



“I didn’t mean to…I know I…I didn’t exactly do this right, but I was scared for you. And finding out about your mother and Dennis…someone else called Elizabeth didn’t help.” Tara started to say something but Willow rushed on. “I know that your father and brother were murdered. I know that your mother died of some strange illness no one ever identified. I know Elizabeth was attacked and killed. I know that something hurt Dennis and drove him into a state of shock. And…I know about the mark on Dennis and Elizabeth.” She waited, looking as if she was afraid she’d gone too far.



Every word felt like a nail. The mark, Willow knew about the mark. What did she know? Did she know what it meant? No, not even Tara had been able to discover that. Not after a year of research. Even so, how had Willow discovered so much? It’s alright, something in her soothed. You’re leaving. Soon, you’ll be gone.



Running as usual, eh Tara?



She forced the words out of her head, the endless words, the endless doubts inside her.



“And how did you find this out, Willow?” The blonde witch asked and there was a layer in her own tone, like cold venom, that she barely recognized. “Did you ‘accidentally’ stumble onto all that just like you ‘accidentally’ staked my motorcycle?” She had never talked to anyone so bitterly, but she’d also never felt as vulnerable. Or as betrayed. “You went through my records? You spied on me?”



“I was just…trying to help.” Willow said softly.



A disbelieving shake of her head. “Even though I asked you…” Tara began. “Almost pleaded with you…”



“I couldn’t!” The other woman argued, her own angry fires lit. “You’re in trouble, and you wouldn’t tell me what…”



“You’re still missing the point.” Tara interrupted fiercely “The choice about telling is supposed to be mine. No one had the right to take that away from me.”



Her date’s jaw set, but her tone was soft. “Is the choice about whether or not you leave yourself in danger just yours too? You don’t think it effects anyone else?”



Tara had no answer for that. How could she have ever hoped to answer such an honest question when her heart was used to evasions and solitude.



“You should have listened to me.” Tara said weakly, the anger dimming to sadness.



“Maybe.” Willow agreed, and their stare was still a constant. “And maybe you deserve more than to be afraid for the rest of your life. That…that’s why I did what I did.”



“I don’t.” The reply was so simple. It was a truth Tara hated but couldn’t begin to know how to change. It was too big. “I haven’t earned anything else Willow. I’m full of fear. Full of doubt. I’ve never been a fighter. I’m too afraid. I always run. That’s who I am.”



It was meant to be a sharp revelation, an uncovering of all the dark ugliness in Tara. These were the dark rooms that she knew existed inside her but had never tried to change. Her deepest shame was her own acceptance of these rooms. She showed this to Willow, and she meant it to sever the connection between them. She intended to change Willow’s feelings into disgust.



But Willow wouldn’t go along with her intentions. When she spoke again, her hopes were still bright, as was her faith. “But…you don’t have to do this alone.” Her eyes beseeched Tara. “And…people do things they don’t think they can do all the time. You do one thing you don’t think you can do…and it’s like a snowball. Not that it melts. It’s an unmeltable snowball that just…gets bigger…not in a bad, ‘ahhhh, there’s a giant unmeltable snowball coming at me.’ I mean, a snowball that…okay, maybe forget the snowball. This is Sunnydale and it hardly ever snows here anyway except that one time….but that was really rare.”



Tara felt a laugh that was part awe, and part affection escape her. But at the same time, there were tears forming.



She never gives up, Xander had said, not ever. Not on anyone. Tara hadn’t fully realized how dangerous and enticing that was. Not fully. Not until now.



“What I mean is…When I first met Buffy, I never dreamed I could ever do magic. I never thought I’d be able to look a demon in the eye and resist the urge to get outta Dodge. I never thought I’d be all with the stakes and the swords, and once I even used the ‘Stake Cannon’. Except it was just the one time, since the next time we took it out Xander had it and he almost staked his foot so we put it away. But anyway, see, I…I had three people who believed in me more than I believed in myself. And they needed me. I was just me, but suddenly that had to be enough. And you know, it has been. I haven’t always done things perfectly, but…but no one ever does things perfectly. I’m stronger than I thought I was, and you… I think you’re stronger than you think you are. And I know you don’t believe it, but I’ve seen your heart, and it’s the most amazing thing. It’s a noble thing. And there’s too little in this world that has nobility, Tara.” She stretched out her hands, and pulled Tara slowly to her feet. She stood close, her features soft and open in a way they never had been before.



Willow was breathing faster, as if she’d been running. If there was a race though, it was against herself. Courage and fear warred on her features, but courage was winning. She wasn’t done. She wasn’t nearly done. “And…and there’s something else I never thought I could do, and…if you’re angry afterwards, well…I hope you aren’t. Because I don’t exactly like having people I care about angry with me. Though you may be anyway, given the whole ‘spying’ thing. You had a really respectable grade point average, by the way. Have to admire a woman who knows how to hit the books. But…ah..I usually don’t try to make people that are mad, madder. Or people that aren’t mad…um..mad. It’s just that since you told me that you’d never kissed anyone, ya know, in that way? I’ve been thinking…but I didn’t think I’d ever have the courage to do more than think…but if you leave and I don’t…”



And then it was Tara who reached up and drew Willow close. It was Tara who pressed her lips against Willow’s. With all her talk of being careful, and protecting Willow’s feelings…it was she who found her own trembling hands cupping the other woman’s face. And what she’d thought and what she’d said was valid. But she felt her heart calling her to life. She’d lived a long time with all her fears and doubts circling her head. She’d always been cautious, always careful. But to live a safe life, risking next to nothing was not the same as being alive. Everything had been about do’s and don’ts…and can’ts. But something just out of reach had always called to her. She couldn’t understand the feelings in the wind, seeming so far away, that spoke of joy, and triumph.



It wasn’t that she hated life or found it bitter. What she understood of magic would have never allowed her to believe such a thing. But she was on the fringes and in the shadows. She was not alive or lifeless. Not in the present, and not in the future. Caught somewhere in the past, on the brink of the now, but lost. She couldn’t burn as her heart wanted to. Burn bright and live. Yet she struggled so hard - and it was so tiring - not to succumb to the cold.



The kiss was soft, and perhaps it should have just been a brush - a touch, but their hearts didn’t feel tentative. Tara felt Willow catch her breath in that first instant, but then the kiss was deep and shared. They pressed closer together, and Willow’s hands moved around Tara. Tara, who thought to herself, almost in desperation, that she should stop this, that it wasn’t right…but Willow’s lips and tongue teased over her own and she found herself opening more, clinging…needing.



Tara had always felt that there was something out there. Something so close, but somehow unreachable. It was both freedom and fearlessness - and the fulfillment of what she had dreamt of being as a child. As a child? Those dreams are never gone, she chided herself. She had another self inside her, another life. One where she was still herself, still Tara, and yet so much more. Willow made that part of her burn to be free. The cage she had placed over herself, in order to be safe - the bars could be bent. She could feel the steel giving way, twisting to provide an opening. It was an interlude between prison and freedom, brought to her by the feeling of lips opening to her, even as she opened. Oh heaven, Willow’s hands, so gentle and guiding. She bloomed and bloomed in that kiss, and the bars could not hold her - not in that moment. This was beyond reason and fear. This was her heart being lifted to song.



She’d wanted to hold her head high, and be part of that great dream, to partake in the adventure, to dance the dance. Yet accepting this invitation was to invite chaos into her life, it was to embrace all possibilities - good and bad. It took more strength than she believed she had ever had, would ever have.



But she’d found the courage to kiss Willow, to follow her heart. Just this once.



It made the one who said, ‘there is nothing new under the sun,’ both impossibly wrong and amazingly right. For the world was not new, but the implication, then, was that it was old. She knew suddenly that the truth was that the world was in its prime, the universe was at its brightest, everything was at perfect ripeness. Everything was old, but what did that matter to that which was ageless? Humans call things old which will burn bright thousands of years from now. Time was that blacksmith that honed everything to a sharp, sterling point. It was relentless, yes, oh but what it produced was magnificent.



Didn’t she, here and now, feel a sharpening deep within her? Wasn’t that as good a word as any for this penetrating yearning? So…sharp.



She touched skin where she could, and the soft smoothness of Willow was electrifying. Willow drew back, and dotted kisses along her eyelids. Tara heard her name, whispered near her ear in a ragged breath, and for the first time she found her own name beautiful. Willow leaned in again, and this time their meeting was tender and exploring, as if they had all the time in the world. And they did, for it was just the two of them - so it seemed - their hearts, expanding with dreams, created for them a place away from all the do's and don’ts…and can’ts.



Alive, Tara’s heart shivered with that idea and that sensation. The song that had finally come true in her heart was old, and had always been. The stars sang, the wind in the trees was part of that melody, the moonlight shimmered to the rhythm in the depths of water, the deep clean air atop a mountain was filled with high, pure sound. They were ancient and alive, these makers of music. Alive, alive, they celebrated. They had been calling to her all of her life, and now, she finally accepted their invitation. She sang, her body and her heart.



She sang with Willow, and because of her. Alive and Willow…and Willow and Alive…and kisses…heaven help her, deep and soft. She answered Willow’s desire with her own, shivering with the sounds that played with such impossible sweetness inside her.



The wonderful swirl of tasting the woman in her arms made her feel lightheaded and weak. She was in a daze, unable to think, to break through the haze of where Willow led her. She wanted…she wanted…



She felt her hands tracing Willow’s abdomen. Stomach muscles jumped at the touch. She wanted to touch Willow. Her hands wanted to run everywhere, without restraint. Soft small hands were stroking down her back, and she arched away - because the sensation was far too much, too sharp, too exhilarating - as well as closer, for the overpowering of her senses infused her with brightness, made her body hum and glow with more and more light, and she could not help but reach outside the darkness again and again.



Being so close to her friend, the woman she’d been taken with since the first moment they’d met, it made her more than she had ever been, more than she ever believed she could be. This was bigger than she was, this was a truth all on its own - and it was so pure, so clean. It held nothing subversive or dark. It was a light forged from the best of both of them, and she knew inside her that such a light would never dim, would never give in to the dark - it had the power, she knew….to invade everything else inside her and change her life. And change Willow’s. And change everything. If she only had the strength to let it.



If only…



‘People do things they don’t think they can do all the time,’ Willow had said.



Oh, but this light…this feeling, surely it was something you had to be worthy of, Tara thought in answer, surely it was something you had to fight for.



And she wasn’t a fighter.



She never had been.



She had run from what had happened to her family, and Elizabeth, and Dennis…She always ran. Because the risks were too high. Because she wasn’t sure that her father was wrong. Because everything that had happened was her fault. It was this thought that made her ears once again deaf to the song. She allowed other noises to drown it out, and it faded into the background. It existed suddenly only in ideology, separate from her. The sweetness of the sound faded to echo and then to memory. She wasn’t a dreamer, and couldn’t afford to be one. The bars inside her straightened and became solid again. She caged herself. She had to. She had always had to.



So quickly did the possible become impossible again. So effortlessly did magic become doubt. Doubt was familiar, after all. Fear was second nature.



She broke away and Willow looked at her blinking, both of their gazes still heady with passion. Old ghosts moved fluid and unceasing over Tara, and she had to take yet another step back. She had to look away from Willow.



Always the coward.



Tara started to shake her head, and tried to talk. But Willow gave a pleading look, then lay her brow to Tara’s. “You said…we could pretend.” Willow whispered. How could she deny those sea-green eyes, and the heart that was shining there? So sad…those eyes, reaching out to Tara, asking permission to make one last wish. Why did she feel like this last dance would become a wound that would never close? Yet how could she say no? Despite all good sense, and all the instincts of self-survival she’d ever clung to, Tara nodded.



“Could we dance again? In my mind, I saw us dancing more than once.” Willow tried to give a brave little smile and only partially succeeded. “Please?” Wordlessly, Tara agreed. They re-entered the bar huddled together and their arms came around one another effortlessly. Tara didn’t want to think. For once, she refused to. They didn’t speak, their eyes were closed, but they swayed and breathed in time with one another. Barely moving, both wishing they could take the other’s pain away. There were other kisses, tiny ones on the brow and cheek, and eyes. It was the only balm that they had.



They didn’t even hear Willow’s cell phone ring, they were so lost in one another. But Tara felt the pulsation from the ringing and drew back slightly, her brow furrowed. “You’re um…vibrating?”



“What?” Willow asked.



With a soft sigh, Tara pointed to the pocket of Willow’s suit jacket.



“Oh!” Willow realized, and she brought the phone to her ear. “Hello?” She said into the phone. “What? WHAT?! Hang on a minute.” She looked around. “Um…” Her expression was helpless. She looked completely torn. Tara gave an understanding look, and this time it was she who guided them back through the crowd and outside.



The voice at the other end of the phone was apologetic. It always was. The problem was that Buffy was still nowhere to be found, and Xander and Anya had heard a sudden surge of missing person reports on the police scanner. Forty people had gone missing in one hour. They had cross-referenced the names of those the police were now searching for. All of them had been victims of the hit-and-run demon. Xander swore he had held off calling Willow for as long as he could.



Willow explained all of this to her date as she hung up the phone with a deep shuddering sigh. “I’m sorry,” Willow said, and Tara saw the depth of that feeling in her eyes. “Near the college…I have to…”



“I know.” Tara said quickly, honestly.



“I can ask Shania and Jane to walk you home if…”



“It’s alright. Go…please.” The blonde beseeched her. “I’ll manage.” Willow had run off before in the middle of a conversation. Or she’d made excuses for why she suddenly had to cancel plans. This was the first time Willow was making a mysterious exit that wasn’t a mystery. Tara knew exactly where her friend was going, and why. “Willow,” Tara said, rushing after her friend as she was about to go. “Can you call me when you get home? After everything is…after you…you know.”



“Promise.”



“You cross your heart?” Tara asked quietly. The redhead made the sign over her heart, just to show she meant it. I feel like I’ve been saying goodbye to you for days, Tara thought, I don’t want to say it again. Willow seemed to read what she was feeling. The gangster moll offered a brief but tight embrace, then she turned and left the club without another word.



Tara watched her go. The bar had been rambunctious all night. It was why she’d had to go outside to talk to her date. Yet somehow, even though it couldn’t possibly be any more crowded than it had been earlier, it seemed as if the bar had just grown ten times louder. Suddenly, it was all just noise.



It was partly that feeling that stopped Tara from going home immediately. That…and also a restlessness in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t sure what made her go to ‘Helping Hands’ that night. Perhaps it was someplace to go. Perhaps it was a need to work…to do something to distract her from how wonderfully bittersweet the evening had been.



In her office, the answering machine light was blinking red. That was not unusual, and almost instinctively upon seeing the light she hit the button that would begin playing the messages.



“You have thirteen messages.” The machine’s robotic voice told her. That stopped her in her tracks and she looked at the machine as if it were a foreign object. One or two, she had expected. But thirteen?



And so it began. ‘Helping Hands’ was the name of the place. It had become known by some in the community as a place where resources could be found. There were thirteen messages from those who wanted her help. Each of them related to, or friends with one of the missing citizens of Sunnydale. In every case the police had already been contacted. And in every case, the police had no answers as of yet. Each of the people who had called wanted someone to talk to or resources where they could go for help, some even offering themselves as volunteers. Thirteen messages about how her kids were affected by something much bigger than they realized. A Hellmouth that evoked demons that could steal away loved ones, for unimaginable dark purposes, and leave so many without hope. Save for four unlikely heroes. All of those who had called her desperately wanted to do something…to reach out to someone…all of them had ignorance as an excuse. She didn’t.



She never had.



She remembered her mother then and what it felt like to have her stolen from her by a disease no one could name. She felt the memory of Elizabeth surge within her – Elizabeth who wasn’t afraid of anything – never allowing herself to be handicapped despite being deaf. She remembered Dennis...Dennis who always fought and never knew why. Her brother and in some ways – emotionally – her son. She had never quite been able to convince him that the world didn’t hate him. Because it was she who – unwillingly - proved to be life’s greatest mockery of him. Despite her desire to be one of the few people in his life who didn’t abandon him, didn’t let him down. It was in her hands that he would find the most consistent denial. She couldn’t give him her heart. She could give him a place there, she had given him that place, but it could never be his.



He was buried now, but first he had been attacked and left in a lingering place between life and death. And then he had been marked.



She had been with him at the end. Never left him. Never given up on him. It hadn’t been enough. Sometimes…your best wasn’t. Sometimes all the love you had in you, wasn’t.



And it was possible that one of the thirteen people who had turned to her would find that out, would live it. And there would be nothing then that she could say or do to ease them.



Evil wins. End game. It’s always too quick and too strong. It always comes in the least likely shape, through the most innocent looking door. That’s what makes it so Impossible to fight. And why I’m so afraid. Afraid that it’s part of me, and of what it can take.



I had this wonderful woman in my arms and I backed off because I was fucking afraid.



I’m standing here - already defeated - thinking about what I can’t do. How I can’t help.



It made her angry. Only the anger wasn’t new. It had been there for a long time, her frustration, her sense of injustice. Her life hadn’t been fair – not even remotely fair. She told herself that it was her responsibility to bear certain burdens. If she was being punished, perhaps she had earned it. This had soothed her resentment.



Bullshit.



It hadn’t soothed anything. The reasons had let her cast a blind eye. They had let her bury it – the anger.



And while it was true that she was occasionally angry at life, and sometimes at the hand that had been dealt to her, Tara had never been one to level false blame against anything or anyone. So in the greatest source of her rage, her internal finger pointing was directed toward one place – at herself. She had kept herself in this cycle of running away. She had been the one, never able to find the strength to face her fears. She was afraid of what it could take and closed her eyes to what it already taken, what it had already cost. Her life had been shattered twice, and she had made deals – internal, unspoken, invalid – contracts with nothing. With no one.



If she ran…If she kept her life small…if she never stayed in one place too long…



Then she and those around her would be spared pain.



Those were the rules, weren’t they? And every since she had been a child in her father’s house, Tara Maclay had always been one to play by the rules. This thought was a bitter taste and she used it as a condemnation against herself.



You’re a victim…



I’ve done the best I could. Something is chasing me and it has the ability to do horrible things.




Always in different guises. Sickness or murder. Or catatonia, where it was she…she who had to make the final choice between life and death. Never the same thing twice. Which is why the pain always felt so fresh and new when it acted.



But the worst, the worst is when the face of her hunter distorted into a face she knew. And no matter how much she told herself it wasn’t him. Wasn’t him! Not anymore. It was still his face. His features. His eyes grown cold. His hands covered in blood…dripping with it as he smiled.



My kids…



No! I have to stay out of this, she told herself.



I’ll do my job. I’ll help that way. There are people to call back and…keep preparing to leave.



There’s nothing else I can do.



You have power, something in her reminded her.



She started at this. Because for once it wasn’t her mother or father. Or Elizabeth, or Dennis speaking to her.




The voice in her soul came from someone with warm green eyes. And it wasn’t talking about the Tara’s ability with magic. It was simply a statement of faith in Tara herself. She realized that the bars inside her hadn’t completely returned to their original state. That once moved – even just for that one moment – they were weaker. The small freedom allowed more possibilities then what she was used to, and it gave her new questions….it suggested new answers.



It’s a demon…what…what am I even supposed to do? I’m just me. I have no idea how to use a weapon. I’m not a fighter. I never have…



I’m just me.



Just you is who thirteen people turned to tonight.



Damnit, always defeated before I begin…always running…why does that have to be what I always have to do?




Two things had finally swirled the dust of her. One was the thought of leaving Willow, which was part of the fucking rules that no longer seemed to apply. Not in Sunnydale. The other was that thirteen innocents might, tomorrow, live through the kind of pain she had gone through. And there was nothing she could…



To hell with that, thought Tara.



She had been leaving to protect them. Protect them all. And that was still…still a truth. But it was farther away now. And maybe there were other truths. Her answering machine held a truth too. Tara was a lot of things – and perhaps a coward was one of them – but she had never refused the call of another human being in need. Her kids….needed her.



So I’ll do my job…that’s all I can…



You KNOW what kind of thing has the people they love. Is your best answer really passing out coffee and lame advice?



What the hell am I supposed to? Magic? And what if the evil inside me…what if it and this thing that has done this somehow…effect one another.



You fucking coward. Your kids need you.



There’s nothing I can do.



Yet they turned to YOU. The police won’t be able to help. That leaves Willow and the others…and you. The Scoobies are already on their way. It’s just you that’s hesitating. And other then Willow and her friends…you’re the only person that knows what’s really going on.



Dammit, what the hell am I supposed to do?



I…have books. I may have studied something or…




Isn’t that what they had asked of her in the first place? Her knowledge, her basic skills. She’d said no. Because getting involved was a slippery slope. Once there, she’d want to do more and more. She hadn’t wanted to tempt…what? Retribution from the universe for doing good deeds?



No, retribution from it.



She had kept her head down, and laid low. Those were the rules. She had played by the rules.



Yeah but…they were always YOUR rules, T. You made those rules.



She shut her eyes tightly and let the truth of that fill her. She’d never been brave enough to do that until now. Just…ideas meant to give her some brief feeling of control over her life and the forces around her. An imaginary tightrope made of nothing that she’d convinced herself she had been walking on. She remembered then, the feeling of Willow’s hand in hers. Tears, unwelcome and unwanted, stole into her eyes.



She had once believed…and she remembered this too…that being there in the end, standing at someone’s side, was a victory. But those idealistic notions had flown from her in the aftermath of murder and death. They had not – it seemed to her – been true. It they were, why the hell did it hurt so much, and why had the destruction seem so complete?



But what if…what if she had been right back when she’d believed those things? What if…What if that was what was required. To stand…to try…and to do these two things unceasingly.



Couldn’t she...couldn’t she do those two things? Wasn’t that with-in her power?




Evil is evil, her father had said.



Well not quite Dad. The evil who is inflicting this misery isn’t the same as the one that’s hunted me my entire life. But even so…



Even so…evil never quite knew when to stop pressing its luck, she thought with that same grim humour she’d always used to get through the rough spots in her life.



It’s run roughshod over me and I’ve let it because it was just me. But how many times does it think I’ll run? In how many guises will it come, believing that I’m helpless against it?



It’s a Hellmouth, T,
she reasoned with herself. Not a personal affront. This is what it does, she supposed. It tries to create hell on earth. This is what Willow and the others fought. And would continue to fight long after she left. This was just one of the horrors Sunnydale would face. It wasn’t the first, it wasn’t even the hundredth, and it certainly wasn’t the last. She could continue with her plans, without guilt. Because in the end, if it wasn’t this evil it unleashed, it would be another.



No. No more defeat.



Maybe I can go…and ask if there’s anything…I can…be at Willow’s side.



I can do that, right?



Just once?



I still have to leave. This is a Hellmouth…and it will find me here. Or I might be, what’s in me…whatever it is...might be tempted here.



Once, huh, the dry internal questioning came again. If you learn you can fight evil…you’re just going to walk away from that knowledge? Abandon it? You think you’re just going to be able to taste victory and then not hunger for it again?



Assuming you don’t wind up getting yourself killed. You’ve been confronted by evil forces your whole life. You’ve never been a hero. You’ve never had any answers.



I don’t want to be a hero.



What do you want to do?



I want to help the people who called me for help. In ANY way I can. And…I want to be at Willow’s side. Just this once.



It’s a slippery slope once you get involved in a battle. Besides, you’re talking about helping them face a demon. Leave it to them…they’re the experts. Better not to…



No! To hell with that,
Tara thought yet again.



I’m still not sure casting magic is a good idea, one part of her argued.



That’s fine…just show up to the fight for once. For once.



What if it doesn’t depend on your casting? It’s evil…and if you are…



And if I’m not? I don’t feel…when I’m with Willow…all I feel is hope.




Where would Willow and the others be? How could she find them? Willow hadn’t said where she was going.



Her mind came to the answer immediately.



The Magic Box.



Are you really doing this?




Green eyes flashed into her mind’s eyes, and the memory of a kiss from someone who thought she was beautiful. Beautiful and noble. Willow spoke her name tonight and she’d heard song. How could she let defeat hold her… when people needed her…when someone believed in her so much?



The kiss had been one act, one rebellion against her fears, and doubts. In her heart, she had taken Willow’s hand in her heart, refusing to listen to all the voices inside her that whispered only of doom. She had fought against herself for herself, instead of surrendering to complacency. Instead of accepting denial. It was one of the first times she had ever won that battle.



The part of her that believed it was possible for her to love someone and be loved in return…



The part that, even now, despite all she had seen, believed in those youthful idealistic notions…



It had lived without restraints.



If only for an instant.



It had changed her.





Edited by: mariacomet at: 5/18/03 1:24:59 pm
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Re: The Stone Circle Part 31

Postby justin » Sun May 18, 2003 2:26 pm

Yay that was a wonderful update. :applause You really showed Tara's internal debate about to do very well.



And when she decided to go and help I started :banana well actually, no, it was more like :eatme . Anyway I was very happy.



I liked the bit about how having the courage to kiss Willow had changed her. :D



I understand, you should be with the person you l-love


I am


justin
 


Re: The Stone Circle Part 31

Postby molsongrrrl » Sun May 18, 2003 3:56 pm

whoo and hoo on the update ... glad tara finally kissed willow and hopefully she will stop running ... :applause

A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down your pants

molsongrrrl
 


Re: The Stone Circle Part 31

Postby Blue77 » Sun May 18, 2003 6:28 pm

Nice to be missed, but I'm not lost ... I was pushed off the ship to London for 10 days but I'm back aboard now, and actually logged in to post back on the wonderful parts I had missed whilst being away and read before the weekend ... and much to my delight and surprise I found another wonderful update and more importantly the kiss and now I am blown away by how much has happened and how much I want to say!!!



I have to blame someone, just don't know who yet, but tell me - why does unpacking take longer than packing? And now, the time I was gonna spent replying ended up being the time I spent reading the new update ... so this is a quickie (reply that is :rolleyes ) :



I love that Willow tried so hard, I think Buffy is definitely up to something to help Tara, the way that you write the way they are both feeling is so expressive it's 3D, I love Tara in the Blue outfit, the kiss was 'romantically hot' and I couldn't have imagined a better first clinch, I hate the fact Willow had to leave but am reassured by the fact that Tara will stay and let herself love Willow (hopefully) because the kiss 'changed' her!! Yay!!!



Oh, and I have been thinking about this fic while I've been away and think I've maybe cracked a thing or two ... let u know what I think when I send you a couple of pics of Morph because I have actually scanned them in now ... shock and horror!!



Anyway ... it's way past my little bedtime so I must go ... but I'll be back cause this isn't half the detail that I would like to mention!! :D



Watched 'The Matrix' last night with some friends, getting geared up for this Thursday when Reloaded is out ... it was superb and I cannot wait for Thursday - "Take the blue pill and return to wonderland, or take the red pill and I'll show you just how deep the rabbit hole goes"



Oh, my workmates are in for a week of Matrix quotes ... "hell yes" ... and they are going to love it :lol



*a phone rings somewhere in the distance*



time to get out ...



Love Blue





Blue77
 


Re: The Stone Circle Part 31

Postby Nation » Sun May 18, 2003 7:28 pm

Hey MC....Great update as usual. It's about time for the smooches, even if they are short-lived for now. YAY for the Piggly Wiggly reference, made me feel like I was at home. :lol

Tara's inner turmoil was great. She has a lot to decide, but I think she's on the right track. Thanks for this!!!



Nation

Nation
 


Re: The Stone Circle Part 31

Postby Puff » Sun May 18, 2003 7:44 pm

Hi MC (hugs) :) I loved this update. Words can not express how much, although I shall try and will probably end up babbling inanly about it now. The thing I really liked the most and this may sound stupid so you have been warned, is that Tara kissed Willow and not the other way around. I know Willow was building up to it, but I just felt that it was so important for Tara (and to Willow) for her to make a stand.



The kiss was great and I think my jaw hung open slightly upon reading it. And woo hoo as Tara has found her song, and that reminds me The Dream. *sigh* I miss nameless.



I am glad lot's of things are out in the open now between our two girls and I am hoping that more talking (and kissing) will take place soon. I am really glad that Tara has decided to fight...at least this once. Oh and I am incredibly intruiged over what is shadowing Tara.



Great update MC. Thank you :heart



Cheese. It's milk that you chew.

Puff
 


Re: The Stone Circle Part 31

Postby shuyaku » Sun May 18, 2003 7:58 pm

Wow - that was just WOW! :clap



While I am all :bounce about the smooch making it's appearance in the now, it almost seems to be an insult to call it smoochies. Smoochies are cute... sweet... and to a certain degree promising.



But this wasn't a smooch - it was so much more. It was a heart-wrenching, torturing, beautiful expression of Willow's unspoken love. One that deep down, Tara knew she had to initiate as if it possessed an almost omnipotent power over Tara's heart.



Tara has spent the better half of her life making excuses, running and hiding. She has perfected this aspect of her life - or so she thought. This kiss didn't even blink. It rushed in like many a scooby has done in the past, without forethought or overanalyzed apprehension. It did what it had to do. It stepped into her life, gently scooped up her heart and sent it express delivery to the sexy lil' redhead with the beautiful green eyes.



I doubt even Willow realized the power is possessed - the power to break Tara's self-imposed prison. Those poor lil' bars didn't stand a chance :spin



:applause :applause :applause for Willow! I can't wait for Tara to be by her side...



MC - YOU ROCK!!



-shuyaku

Edited by: shuyaku at: 5/18/03 7:02:27 pm
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Re: The Stone Circle Part 31

Postby Cindy Lou Who » Mon May 19, 2003 3:10 pm

The Divine Miss M. (C.):



You've now trained me like a circus seal to even read your disclaimers.
Quote:
Feedback: - Hey, I’m giving the girls a kiss in this part aren’t I? I’m just saying.
I immediately sat up...took note.:shock



Willow moon and Tara tide...nice.:love



I swear if I was on death row I would want your Willow as my mouth-piece. She explained her actions so persuasively...and "noble" gets me where I live. What a word when used well.



Willow realized her courage in Tara's regard for her. Tara fights her instinct to run...and fights to be alongside Willow if just this once. The reciprocity is pitch-perfect to me.



Blue-orb Blind~~~Suse

Cindy Lou Who
 


Re: The Stone Circle Part 31

Postby Grimlock72 » Tue May 20, 2003 4:39 pm



Either that was a looooong update or I'm a slow reader :-).



What most struck me was how well Willow's monologue was done. I could really *see* and *hear* her speak like that, which is very rare for me. Somehow you managed to capure Willow-speak very well there.... and long monologue to even, goody.



After that came the kiss which had some many emotions in it, it was almost confusing :-). Seems like there is some sort of civil war going on inside Tara's brain or something, that self-doubt demon in her just wont quit.



Tara deciding to go to Willow and help fight some demon was... interesting. She is a girl who plays by the rules, but those are indeed *her* rules which she tries very hard to guess based on what she knows of whatever is after her. There's no way to ensure her chaser/stalker actually plays by those rules as well though.



I wouldn't have made the mind-jump from 13 callback-messages to helping fight a demon. Those message are mostly from parents I guess, being concerned about their kids. If nothing else, the amount of messages should tell Tara her work at 'Helping Hands' is valuable and wanted/needed. She's allowed to feel good about that, pride in your own work isn't a sin you know.



The only thing I did miss is Willow's experience/views on their first kiss. Viewpoint changed to Tara just before the kiss and stayed there. I'll admit I am a Willow fan so yes I would have liked to know what she was thinking during/after it, esp. with Tara pulling away later on. (or am I complaining about something thats in the next update where Willow's walking to the Magic Box??)



Yes, a nice loooong update... bit longer than I expected, of to sleep now :D



Grimmy

--

She(Tara) knew that she was Willow too. If she knew that then why hadn't Willow herself? That wasn't fair. She was Willow. she should have known that first. -- Willow in _Sidestep Chronicle_ (part 80)

Grimlock72
 


Nukem high

Postby mariacomet » Tue May 20, 2003 6:52 pm

Greetttiiiiiinnnggg shipmates.



Well, in honor of the last Buffy ever (or maybe in celebration of it), I went ahead and posted part 1 of the present I have been promising you all.



YES, it is finished...save one scene. I figure on posting every other day.



It's called the Garland Days...appearing on the same board of Kitten Goodness as this here lil story of mine.



I'm kidding about "lil" of course.



The last update was pretty much a double post. It was 15 pages gang. So if you needed water and food to get through it, now you know why.



My plan is to finish posting Garland Days. Post the next bit of SC, and then take a few weeks off. My girl is coming up here for the summer and there is a TON ta do. But I am all....:bounce about it.



justin I like the idea, in general, of kisses having power. But I think the power was mostly in Tara choosing to act and doingso without fear. Even if for just one moment. One moment...does tend to lead others. And does that mean more kisses? Well...yeah...but because it's me...it may not be soon.



Though we MAY soon have cuddles.



molsongrrrl Hey, haven't seen you in a bit! I'm glad that you liked the long awaited kiss. Thanks for reading.



Bluuuuuuuuuue



"You look surprised to see me, Mr. Anderson."



Good to have you back aboard. Hope the trip was fun, and as stress-less as possible.



Unpacking takes me weeks. Mostly because I unpack like one thing at a time by going..."where's that shirt that I like...oh yeah."



I was pretty much exactly going for "romanticially hot," so I'm glad that came through for you. Passion and a lil poetry. Not too "Barry White" but not too "Tender Sarh Mclaughlin " either.

Tara and Willow will be together again soon...don't worry.



Quote:
Oh, and I have been thinking about this fic while I've been away and think I've maybe cracked a thing or two ... let u know what I think when I send you a couple of pics of Morph because I have actually scanned them in now ... shock and horror!!






I want the pics! I want the pics!!! :bounce :bounce :bounce



Cracked some things eh? Did you break them? Let me know what ya think! And did I mention, send the pics?



I HAVE SEEN MATRIX RELOADED!!!!!



I REALLY, reallllyy liked it.



As for the cracked thing...



"My beliefs did not require that you believe as I do."



Isn't this a matrixy smiley? :cool



Nation Heh. I love references when people get them. I used to go to college in NC, in a very small town and one of the big town attractions was literally the Piggly Wiggly.



You're very welcome for the update. I think Tara is on the right track too.



Puff - You are very right about it being important for Tara to be the one that kissed Willow, I think. I think was paramount is that Tara take an action against the fear. That she do something she was afraid to do, that didn't even strike her as common sense, because she was following her heart.



All her life, fear of one kind of another has controlled her. But not in that one moment where she kissed Willow.



Quote:
I miss nameless.




:sob Me too!!! Don't worry though, he'll be back.



One of the good things about this part - I hope - was exactly something you pointed out. Things are out in the open. A lot of things. Secrets have been revealed. Tara "hiding" around Willow now will be much more difficult.



Quote:
Oh and I am incredibly intruiged over what is shadowing Tara.




I'm really glad you picked up on that. I add little bits here and there in about the "chaser," and I'm always interested to know when it piques someone's curiousity.



Answers are coming.



shuyaku Thank you for the kind words about the kiss. I like what you said about it seeming to be an entity of it's own.



I guess I believe in first kisses - especially between two people like Willow and Tara, who I consider soulmates. I believe in simple things changing...well...everything. I think this moment was about defining what I feel is between the girls. No matter what happens after this, all of the emotions expressed in the kiss are seeds, and will be able to only grow and blossom.



Willow and Tara falling in love is inevitable. No matter what they say or do beyond this. People do have a tendency to minimize things that are powerful, don't they? Or at least...try to.



I agree....those poor lil bars never stood a chance against Willow.



Behold the power of.... :willow



Ain't our girls great?



The Amazing Cindy Lou - The word noble didn't come to me till the third draft.



I used a lot of other words before that, and then I watched the scene where Tara is on the bench with Glory again. Courageous fit for that scene, but it didn't seem enough. The best of mobility...of leaders and kings, and queens...is defiance in the face of injustice. It is grace in the midst of impossible odds. It is determination and perserverance even when it seems useless.



So all these things wrapped up seemed to equal nobility to me. And that...reminded me of Tara.



Quote:
You've now trained me like a circus seal to even read your disclaimers.




I want to throw in a joke here about balancing a ball on your nose but I'll be good. :fallen



Grimmy



That was a LOOONNNG update. It was 15 pages. I'm going for the record for longest update on the kitten. How am I doing?

:wink



Quote:
Seems like there is some sort of civil war going on inside Tara's brain or something, that self-doubt demon in her just wont quit.




That's TOTALLY the problem. I tend to believe that most people have a war inside them between who they want to be and who they are - at least at times. Willow's presence in Tara's life has increased the intensity of that war. Which is actually a good thing. I think complacency would be much more dangerous for Tara, and I think that’s where she’s been.



The 13 calls were directly related to the 40 or so people that have gone missing in sunnydale in the last few hours. That's the reason Willow had to run off. (That and the writer's contrivance) The Scoobies saw 40 people in one night in a small town like sunnydale as an extreme event. One that was likely caused by super natural forces. I may have not linked the two events together well. But people were calling Tara ABOUT the other issue. Maybe I should have let the reader listen to messages with Tara.



I agree that there is nothing at all wrong with doing your job well and loving it. Tara, I think would be a wonderful psychologist. I think that such professions can be endlessly useful and beneficial. Also, I have been saying that some of the characters in Buffy need therapy for a long time. But given the evil in Sunnydale, I have to believe that there are things Tara might do to help the citizens that are not specifically job related. If a demon was coming to eat you, I’m not sure a counselor would be the most helpful source in that situation.



Unless…ya know…they couldn’t run as fast as you.



Originally, we weren’t gonna get a lot of Willow input on this kiss. But you inspired me. I might have to add a few things.





Edited by: mariacomet at: 5/21/03 5:34:03 pm
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Re: "New Fic - The Stone Circle"

Postby some dark thing » Wed May 21, 2003 12:45 am

When you promised smoochies in the next update I wasn't _that_ impressed, I'm one of those weird ones that doesn't care much for smoochies in a well-written fic. But waw, this time... waw. *dizzy* Was it just kissing? It felt so intense and so... so foreshadowing, maybe? heh.



hmmm... Tara hears the music.
Quote:
The stars sang, the wind in the trees was part of that melody, the moonlight shimmered to the rhythm in the depths of water, the deep clean air atop a mountain was filled with high, pure sound. They were ancient and alive, these makers of music.
I'd guess any similarity with the "other" Tara is not purely coincidental. :-)

some dark thing
 


Re: "New Fic - The Stone Circle"

Postby greatluna » Wed May 21, 2003 4:47 am

captain oh captain,

would you allow one tiny little question from a long-time lurker on the board?



"The thing is - you're driving me crazy in that outfit, and dancing isn't helping either. So could you maybe drag me off to a corner and ravage me?"



is this a hommage/reference to fall on your knees by ann-marie mcdonald or it's just me hallucinating as usual?



thanks a lot:)

chiara

Edited by: greatluna at: 5/21/03 3:52:25 am
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Re: "New Fic - The Stone Circle"

Postby mariacomet » Wed May 21, 2003 6:47 pm

some dark thing



My intention in anything I write is that a kiss is never just a kiss. A sigh is never just a sigh...



Er...you know what I mean.



I'm big on kisses being...well...big. I want them to be meaningful and powerful. Especially for our girls.



I try to give the characters a first kiss, I would like to have.



Quote:
I'd guess any similarity with the "other" Tara is not purely coincidental. :-)




:whistle



I know nothing. I see nothing. I hear nothing.



greatluna - oh, anyone can ask me anything. I'm funny that way. :eyebrow



I unfortunately have never read Ann-Marie Mcdonald. I was curious though so I did a search. She wrote "Fall down on Your knees?"



I'd be interested to hear if you reccomend that book or not. It looks pretty good.











mariacomet
 


Re: "New Fic - The Stone Circle"

Postby greatluna » Wed May 21, 2003 10:11 pm

thanks for the answer, MC.



really, from what's in the latest update, it was obvious to me that you had read the novel. i may be totally biased because MacDonald is my favourite author (she hasn't just written this one thing, as most people believe), but i strongly recommend to go read Fall On Your Knees. for one thing, it's incredibly written: such passion! and the details over the historic periods described in the book.. so meticulous, so detailed. and the characters do stay with you. i know it's so commonplace to say, but the characters come to life while you go on reading. they step out of the pages and enter your own life. very cheesy to say, but that novel is in a way a part of me now. so i can't do but recommend it :)





---

io so un amore che ha durato un mese,

e vero amore fu

(umberto saba)

greatluna
 


Re: "New Fic - The Stone Circle"

Postby some dark thing » Thu May 22, 2003 3:21 pm

Quote:
I know nothing. I see nothing. I hear nothing.




I assure you I wasn't suspecting you of knowing anything, MC. ;)

some dark thing
 

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