Katie - There. My choice is made.
What a lovely thing to wake up to.
Dancing: Everyone seems to enjoy them. I know I like them, but primarily because it's a nice cheat for Tara to talk things out.
Nervous: I'm so glad you liked. I'm very fond of it. Even if I wasn't under the space constraints I was, I probably would have left Tara's open-ended question as it was written: she says exactly what she needs to to communicate; besides, they are out in public. In private, she would have asked a much more explicit question. The days are in fact nicely spaced; though I usually assume the start day of an episode to be the Tuesday, this part of the story is different. I set the entire timeline for the early parts of QoH based on the one date they state in the show (February 25th, which was a Friday). The current date in QoH is in fact February 26th: approximately eighty-four days before their first date. (I did look up the nearest full moon to NMR; it actually aired on/near a new moon, so it happens way after the air date.)
Intentions: My perception of engagement is colored by my life. For me, it was the transforming moment of my relationship. The decision was to commit to arranging our lives as a team, or going our separate ways (grad school). The actual wedding bit will be a celebration of that commitment, but won't be the moment that matters. So for me, it's natural that they would make the commitment that they intend to stay together for the rest of their lives, whether or not any governments will care. (Additionally, CA has decent domestic partnership laws.)
Plus, I like to think of them as being engaged as of the start of “Seeing Red.”
Also, I'm a monster.
July 3rd
Somewhere I Belong - Linkin Park
Somewhere I Belong - Linkin Park
Ratings: G
Feedback: As always, both positive and negative feedback are appreciated. Seriously, I don't know what I'm doing. This feels way more like poetry than it does writing long-form. I don't know nothin' 'bout writin' poetry.
Can't Say a Word
“You have a suggestion?”
Yes, I have a suggestion: listen to Willow. Willow?
Well, whatever her name is, my suggestion is the same: listen to her.
Listen to the girl talking about spells. To the girl with a head on her shoulders. To the girl talking about Wicca as a window into magic. Listen to the incredibly gorgeous, can’t-keep-my-eyes-off captivating, please-Goddess-don’t-let-her-be-straight woman who’s looking right at me . . . .
Everyone’s looking at me and expecting me to talk, but I’ll just make a fool of myself and I can’t.
I shake my head. I have nothing to say.
Rumspringa
“It’s harmless.”
It wasn’t like she would hurt them. Nothing bad would happen.
Besides, it was the only way to be with Willow. She had to hold on to the life she’d built, a life she’d never thought possible. She’d been so preoccupied with making the most of her time with Willow that she forgot not to get used to it.
She’d gotten used to the feeling of being loved and adored. She couldn’t bear the thought of living without that feeling. Without Willow.
It was just a little lie. No one would get hurt.
She just couldn’t go back.
Hollow and Alone
For the second time that day, Willow found herself in the shower sobbing. She’d been running away from herself so hard she’d nearly killed herself. Worse, she’d nearly killed Dawn.
It was over: time to stop.
For a moment, she thought about calling Tara. About telling her she was really quitting.
But she couldn’t.
She had to solve this on her own. To stand on her own two feet. To prove she was a person above and beyond her relationship.
Willow had to wait until the wounds were healed to reach out.
Not that Tara would love who was left.
Plus, it's a far less radical interpretation of “touch my girl” than “Knowledge” is. So yeah, a minor reprise is scheduled for tomorrow.
