The rating system will improve to a naughty kind of way as soon as I establish their meeting and such. It will parallel much of how they met on the show, just in a different set of cirmumstances.
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This is an AU fic with Tara and Willow set in this reality but with different outcomes to how they meet (obviously, or it wouldn’t be called an AU fic, I guess...) Tara's position in life is yet to be disclosed but Willow is a jeweler, heading up her own small storefront, specializing in rare collectibles and heirlooms.
Legacy of a Stone
“Damn.”
She looked down at her pendant, the jump ring which the chain ran through had broken through completely. It was her favorite pendant and the stone was old...perhaps even fragile as there were some flecked flaws permeating through out it. It was something her mother had given to her days before she passed away. She watched her mother wear it as she grew from a child into a woman and knew it would be hers one day...just not expected so soon. But then, it usually always is too soon for such things.
Some vague history of the stone was given to her from stories her mother told her as a child. It was quarried from the same site as Stonehenge back in the early 19th century. The Celts has taken sections of stone slabs, from the ancient site, and made ornate symbols of their beliefs, incorporating the elements of their magic into each piece they created. Her mother had the stone set in a silver bezel with delicate beadwork ornamenting around the diameter of the cabochon. It lent some protection for those who wore it as sometimes the pendant would radiate fierce heat or turn icy cold at inopportune moments. Once, while she was in math class, the pendant had come to rest underneath her blouse, laying against the divot between her collarbone. As the professor droned on about logarithms, the piece became fiercely hot, embedding itself partially into her skin. She reared out of her seat, spilling her books across the floor and ran to the bathroom, tears streaming from her eyes. Once in the bathroom, safe from others, she peered into the open V-neck of her blouse to see a perfectly formed, oval red mark where the pendant had seared. It happened rarely but she knew better than to have it exposed to her skin.
Even now, laying in her hand, she could feel the increased warmth it generated. Usually, it meant something was about to change in her life. The moment it burned into her skin, on that fateful day in class, creating a perfect impression of its existance, she knew her mother had died.
“I don’t trust anyone to work on this...” she said aloud as she rolled it between the palm of her hands. She did some research on the stone itself and had read similar stories of other people experiencing such extremes in sensations when holding it. “But I have to have this fixed.” She needed to find someone who would take extreme care with such a delicate piece. It was beyond ancient...it contained the essence of her family.
She flipped through the yellow pages in search of a qualified jeweler, hoping something might call out to her in the blurry and often sloppily scanned images or in the useless way of wording to which never seemed very appealing. She had no choice. She had to have the pendant fixed.
Fortunately, she found a small add underneath some larger, prominent ones which simply read,
“Heirloom quality and care given for all precious metal wear. Personal treasures are priceless.”
With it was a phone number and a name. She read the name of the jeweler. Willow Rosenberg. Unusual. Yes, it was. A woman working with jewelry repairs. She instinctively felt she could trust this name. A woman would probably take extraordinary care in handling this. Usually women do. She decided to call the number in front of her and began to hope. She hoped she could schedule an appointment to bring the sacred piece in to be fixed. She hoped she could follow her instincts. She hoped for the courage to pick up the phone. She took in a breath, slowly exhaled, and dialed the number.
“Good afternoon, this is Willow of Heirloom’s speaking. How may I be of help?”
Tara was drawn to the voice. It had just a bit of a squeak to which endeared her already. The voice was warm, cheerful and pleasant. Tara processed the gentle vibrations and then proceeded to speak, without as much success.
“Ah. Um, yes...I have...a..an unusual item...it’s very old....with an old stone..wh..wh... which needs to be..fixed." Realizing that sounded probably impossibe, she attemted her question again.
"Um...the pendant, I mean, uh not the stone...a..a..and I was hoping you might be available for me to bring it in later today?”
“Absolutely! My store hours are 10-6 and as long as you’re here before closing, I can take the time to examine your piece before I close shop, and you can tell me about the history of it, where it came from, the stone that's in it and what you know. This way, I can take extreme care when I work on it. It helps to know the details really.”
“Oh..um...that’s great...that’s wonderful. I’ll be in as soon as I can. Thank you.”
Willow perked at the sound of the woman’s voice on the other end. It had a rich tone to it, aside from the stuttering of nerves, and she liked it from the start. Willow felt a tingling spread under her skin. In fact, she was quite eager to meet this mystery voice and the mystery pendant which came with her. “Okay, then, you’re welcome and I’ll see you soon.”
Both hung up the phone, unaware that each were overcome by sudden nerves in meeting the new voice on the other end of the phone line.
Anyone interested in more? Let me know, if you’d like!
Tara: It's not really so much about hating the men...
Willow: We're more centered around the girl on girl action
lol well u know that handcraft...
please continue soon, I really loved your story so far, lets hope Willow can fix "things" !!!!!!!
and still as bold as always...well i see it was helping! the bloldness i mean.
...wonder when the first date is
SOON hehehehe
