And Ruth, yes, a long time coming, but really only one day has taken place since Tara has come back. Holy cow...the last SEVEN chapters all took place in a single day. Where did I pick up this glacial pace?
Edited because "galatial" is not a word.
Autumn
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Buffy Season 6: It grated, like something forced in where it doesn't belong.
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"galatial" is not a word
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The mature solution is to spend
your whole life telling stupid,
pointless jokes so no one will notice
you're just a scared, insecure little
boy! ~ Xander...or Joss...?
*please use both hands....*
BTW, at this point, if you were to go ahead and use the word "galatial", I'd be open to persuasion that it means whatever you say it means. ;-) ,
"Don't warn the tadpoles!...
I-I have frog fear."
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You know, it's a real deal relationship and that's why people can relate to it
Amber Benson
Dude, we're surrounded by perverts!
Fucking Windows 98, get Bill Gates in here!
Little pussy gnome, don't call me a pussy. Pussy gnome.
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The mature solution is to spend
your whole life telling stupid,
pointless jokes so no one will notice
you're just a scared, insecure little
boy! ~ Xander...or Joss...?
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Only months before, she and a grief-frozen and bitter Willow had faced off in this very place. They had said cruel things, both of them. But Willow's words had been cruel because she had spoken the truth, while Buffy's had been cruel because she had not, because even at what might have been the end of everything-the end of friendship and life and love and the world-Buffy had held back.
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That wanting had scared her, at times, and it had seemed easier to call the wanting magick. To fear that the magick might consume her, might consume Willow, might consume them both. Burn them alive.
"Live or die, but don't poison everything..." -Anne Sexton
Edited by: TromDeGrey at: 8/15/02 4:24:51 pmWillow...It's Glenda in a bubble power, not Margaret Hamilton on a bicycle power
I had a lovely one!
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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson
"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica
A dream is a wish the heart makes.
Willow: "You had two eggs, sunny-side-up. I remember because they were wiggling at me like little boobs."
Tara: "Sassy Eggs."
Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls
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you know I made that part up about Baudelaire, right? Like, what I know about Baudelaire you could…do something very…small…with…um. But hey, you made me hungry.
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The mature solution is to spend
your whole life telling stupid,
pointless jokes so no one will notice
you're just a scared, insecure little
boy! ~ Xander...or Joss...?
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They lay quietly for a moment, both panting. Willow trailed her wet fingers across Tara’s lips and then her own. Tara watched Willow press her fingers into her mouth, tasting her, and desire shuddered through her. She wanted to open all the doors between them.
Ok, I'll stop there..
Actually, I got my gf into the fic, she's absolutely loving it...
Tk's new and improved "GrrArgg"
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Tara was similarly riveted, her body on slow burn as Willow's lips parted and her mouth opened, the food slipping inside and being consumed. Never in her life had Tara ever wanted to be a chicken casserole so badly...Later that night..."It's good to be a chicken casserole," Tara murmured, before passing out. ~ Answering Darkness by Sassette
I can't wait for the next part, I love this story. Must I dream and Always see your face.~ Jeff Buckley "Last goodbye"
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Recomended Reading: IttyBittyKitty's fic...
"7th Hellvan"
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*****
She's my everything!
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She lifted her head to the flaming place between Willow’s thighs and tasted the salt of shell-pink, the rose-smooth of wet, the pulse of red under her tongue. She knew that her lips were touching real body parts, that her fingers were gripping real skin, and she knew somewhere that these parts had names, and she wanted to think them as she touched them, to name them, but she only felt them now, felt them translated into color and sense: Hot. Thirst. Red. Swell.
"The sight of you is good for sore eyes"
--Jonathan Swift"
"I'm not gay - I'm just Trevor's bitch." - some drunken guy about his sexuality
"Oh, bugger off, you BROLLY!" - Anya to Giles on his use of the english language
"We'll all be a lot happier without the constant whining....Mom, Buffy, Tara, Waah" - DMW to Dawn
- "Nice beaver"
- "Thanks. I just got it stuffed."
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