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I can't quite stop thinking about the shuttle and how vulnerable we really are. In an attempt to distract myself from the events of the day so that I don't pass my fear on to the boys, I give you this excuse to use the pretty icon juliet_demarcus kindly loaned me.

Coldness crept in through the edges of the window, merging with the ice in her veins, a solitary reminder that she lived. The drugs he thought he'd hidden in her coffee created a welcome barrier to the rest of the world. All of its pain lurked in vivid red outside the bubble, waiting only for her to provide an opening to pounce. The world's noises were there, too, at a distance, along with its sights and smells.

And he was there.

She felt him watching her. That's what he did, after all. He watched. Until there was something that needed doing. Willow knew that she was someone--some*thing*-- that needed doing. She'd seen him kill before. Being gone would be simpler, easier. That little voice in the back of her head, the one that belonged to her innocent self, said she deserved worse than death. She'd tormented him, deliberately. All the jealousy for what he had, the contempt for what he wasn't, had poured out of her straight into him in the Magic Box.

She'd thought she'd broken him. Drained him of every ounce of power he had, taunted him with her superiority, and mocked him with her malice. Now she was the one drained and broken. He'd be disappointed if he thought there was more he could do to break her. The connection that had been hers for years, that had bloomed with necessity, and then love, was gone. Only a blank nothingness remained where the magic had been--where Tara should live now, as she had before.


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Feb. 1st, 2003 03:41 pm (UTC)
This is really gorgeous. Your take on Willow is incredible, it feels true. I look forward to reading more soon.
Feb. 1st, 2003 05:32 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you like it. The grammar and rhythm are still rough in these pieces, but there's no higher compliment in my book than 'it feels true'. Let's hope it stays that way. I have no idea how I'm going to connect all these dots, but eventually I assume I will. I'm usually all about planning it and outlining and everything. This one is different. It's all Mint's fault ;-)
Feb. 1st, 2003 06:37 pm (UTC)
I have every faith dots will be jointed. And thank you Mint!
Feb. 2nd, 2003 06:37 am (UTC)
Chris, I just love these small bits. I have real serious trouble sustaining a narrative myself, so i admire the hell out of people who manage it...but I relate much better to short takes. I enjoy them and I agree completely that your feel for Willow is just exactly on the money!

Feb. 2nd, 2003 08:40 am (UTC)
Why, *thank* you, W. I am unaccountably extra-pleased that you like it. The smaller bits are part of mintwitch's program to get me back in the saddle.

The longer narratives *are* hard to susatin. I am in constant awe of folks like Lori & Herself & Magpie & Paratti, who turn out huge, lovely heaps of story consistently.

At some point, I hope all of these Willow and Giles bits will fit together into some kind of coherent whole, but for now, this actually keeps me writing. And that's been something of a problem the last few months.

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