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smut_me_up [Apr. 26th, 2005|11:21 pm]
Willow Rosenberg
[Feeling... |flirtyflirty]

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nancytribe [Apr. 16th, 2005|02:23 pm]
Willow Rosenberg
Maybe I should have called Tara before coming back. But it was sort of a snap decision, you know? As in, I snapped. Hiding in the USA and avoiding calling her again, scared that out next conversation would be her telling me that we were over, that she couldn't take this anymore... The thing is? I wouldn't blame her. I'd have to step back and let her just... go. The horrible premonition that this would happen kept recurring in my daydreams, so... I was being avoidance girl.

Up to the point that I was back in the UK with a suitcase next to me and I had told no onme about it, let alone Tara. I'd call a taxi. Yeah. Or I could just call Tara. Gods. Dragging my suitcase over to the pay phone, I put in some coinage and my finger hovered over the numbers. Just call her. Just call her. Let her come and pick you up and you can put all the pieces back together. Or... call a taxi.

It was a few seconds later that I had dialled, listening to the ring on the other end. Hopefully she'd pick up.
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hells_revenge [Mar. 16th, 2005|11:05 pm]
Willow Rosenberg
I opened a packet of peanuts, and peered into it. Yup. Peanuts alright. Gee, this was a real boring flight. I guess, maybe, I'm starting to get used to them. I leant back into my chair, glanced at Giles. He looked asleep, lucky guy. I turned my attention back to the peanut packet and took out one to eat. I was nervous, and I couldn't sleep. Something big and magicky was happening and I was stuck on this stupid plane trying to get there. Maybe I should have just magicked me there. Okay, no, that was bad, seeing as I'd have been appearing back in the U.S. and if anyone knew anything about magick and basic science, they'd know I'd probably land in L.A. in the form of a puddle. So. Planes it was.

I didn't know much about what was happening over there. Just that the energy was driving me nuts, and I knew it was to do with Wolfram and Hart. Angel. Big apocolypse. Yaddayadda. Raise your hand if you've seen it all before.

I glanced at my watch - not long until the flight landed. Just because, I nudged Giles, and smiled as he woke up. "We're landing soon," I said nice and brightly.
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flowers_n_cages [Jan. 4th, 2005|02:34 am]
Willow Rosenberg
It was still raining when we got to the airport. Giles and I were silent on the drive there. I think he got that I needed to just not talk for a while, and just be. Sinking into the passenger seat, I wrapped my arms tighter around myself as I stared blankly out the window, watching rain drops make skinny, random rivulets down the glass, viens of water, a web. After a while, the blurring images outside gave me a headache so I closed my eyes, trying to think... what did I say to a girl who's lost as much as I had? More, or less, I don't know, Dawn was young, and I felt incredibly old.

I was still blank when we reached the airport. I think I managed a weak smile when Giles looked at me, but again we were silent when we walked into the building. He bought us a couple of teas at the cafe they had there as we waited for Dawn's flight to come in, and I looked at him almost helplessly. "What do I say to her?" I asked, even though I could safely say Giles wouldn't know either. "How can I comfort her? Will she even listen to me?"

Shaking my head, I stir my papercup tea with the thin wooden stick thing that comes with it, watching the milky whitness blend more into the darker brown of thick, decent English tea. That was definitely a plus when it came to the UK. Maybe Dawn will like it here. Maybe I should stay here after all. Maybe I should call Xander. That last one was a must.
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project_halen [Dec. 21st, 2004|03:53 am]
Willow Rosenberg
I left Oz to his own devices with the newcomer. He was protective, and I got taht, and the last thing he needed when greeting someone new was me complaining that I was mature enough to deal with stuff. That would make me look like even more of a puppy. Besides, hello, Mr. Alpha. And yeah, Maya, she'd probably be freaked out by two hyperactive puppies. I followed my nose back to the cabins, figuring they couldn't have gone too far, when I hear the sounds of them, snapping at each other, a sound of a regularly tumble going on. No puppy play, either. I know that I should just stay out of it and let them continue and finish properly, but... Maya.

I stepped over to the area where they were, and got my wolfy on - which is to say, I didn't give a hoot if I was giving off alpha female vibes. Legs spaced and grounded, arms folded, I looked at them when they noticed me. "So, how'd finding Maya go?" I asked, far too cheerfully for my stance.
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Heavy, Black and Pendulous flowers_n_cages [Dec. 15th, 2004|11:18 pm]
Willow Rosenberg
The sky was heavy with clouds, as if they'd burst any moment and just start with the monsoon. But no, they just hung there, 'heavy, black and pendulous' as described in The Rocky Horror Picture Show. 'Heavy, black and pendulous' never sounded like a good physical description of clouds - definitely a good description of something else. Okay, not going there.

Pulling my jacket tighter around me, I tried not to shiver as a slight but chilly breeze made the back of my neck tingle, and I considered letting down my ponytail just so that my hair could keep me warm. The gardens were mostly empty as I walked through them. These days, my world's been slow, and weird, and eerie. The witches, the coven, they're good. They're helping. And Giles as a mentor, he helped too. Always helping. Poor junkie Willow, yup, that's me. One of the women, out of the coven, she had given me a packet of cigarettes. Said it helped when you were lying awake in bed at night because the world was humming too much. I hadn't opened it. Maybe Giles would want it, I think he used to smoke.

Giles. Meeting me here, about this time. Getting to the spot where I was meant to meet him, I waited patiently, just sorta staring at the grass. So green. And damp. If you press your hands against it, you can feel right down to its roots, into the dirt, further than that, no, not the core of the Earth, but the web of energy that strings through all things. Every, connected, humming and whispering. Makes me crazy, but its gotten better. Slowly. Gradually. I almost jumped when I heard footsteps coming towards me. Spinning around, I see Giles approaching me, and I pretend not to look startled. "Heya," I said, pushing a lock of hair behind an ear, before pocketing my hands.
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tabula___rasa [Dec. 10th, 2004|05:48 pm]
Willow Rosenberg
[Feeling... |worriedworried]

Xander had gone to Spike's, with the knowledge that Dawn could be hiding out there, it's not like it wouldn't be a first time deal. Anya had muttered something about how the crypt was too dirty, and said she'd be of more use to look for Dawn by herself. As long as we had some sort of plan, I was fine. Mostly. Okay, worried sick wouldn't be a gross exageration. Perching on the arm of the couch, I ran a hand through my hair, trying to think of all the places she could be. I knew I could go through her address book, call her friends, that was the typical teenage thing, right? But that would take so long, and could be fruitless, when there were so many quciker ways of going about it. Magickally speaking. Gods, this was my fault. Dawnie girl was angry at me. I had get her back, explain to her, make her feel better. First thing's first, though, always is. Tara needs to help me, that's for darn certain.

"A spell," I said, looking at Tara, standing up. "We do a spell." Nervous-excitement blossomed in my chest at the thought that we could get the Slayer's little sister back so easily. "A-a Dawnie searching spell. And-and we'll see where she is, clear as day, and we'll bring her back and I or-or none of of us will have screwed up at all. And she can be suitably grounded and I'll feed her hot chocolate." And then we'll all rest easy and go back to what we do best... interfering with major magicks for the greater good and screwing it up. Ugh. Try not to think about it.
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watchercraft [Dec. 4th, 2004|01:53 am]
Willow Rosenberg
I dialled. I mostly expected Cordelia to pick up. I hoped she would, anyway - talking to girls was always easier than boys. Which was very immature, but true. Either way, we didn't have a book. A book we needed. And somehow I was appointed 'call L.A.' gal. Xander said he had to go to work (lame excuse), and Giles said he was terribly busy with the research, even though we needed the book apparently Wesley had. So me and Buffy did paper scissors rock. Do Slayer powers include the ability to win that? She got paper when I got rock, and in two out of the three she had scissors when I had paper and again with the rock and paper combo.

At least, if Cordelia picked up, I could chat for a while. It's not like we're just the best of buddies, but I like shoes these days. And, ya know, the whole working with the supernatural is always a bright and shiny topic that gets talked about a lot. And besides, Cordelia could get the book from Wesley for me, seeing as she kinda knew him better and all. I didn't wanna just start stealing his volumes. Oh, but what if Angel picked up? Okay, I could talk to him, I guess, and then he could get me the book we needed and Wesley had. Of course, Wesley could just pick up, then I'd have to flat out ask him without being able to just get someone else to do so for me.

So, sitting on my bed in my dorm, crossed legged, I listened to think ringtone at Angel Investigations, picking at a loose thread on my pants. What was the damn book about anyway? Giles just said it was called 'Mazuki', and it was the key to a current demon we were looking for. And that Wesley had it.

Boy, could someone pick up now, please?
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tainted_chance [Dec. 1st, 2004|01:57 am]
Willow Rosenberg
[Feeling... |nervousnervous]

I looked up his address, on a computer, which may or may not be illegal. Hopefully Angel won't mind that I'm using a 'puter for my own purpose, I'm sure he won't. But actually, I got further than the stalker-looking-up-of-address stage: I was getting out the cab and standing at Giles's hotel. Maybe I should have called. But it's not like I can just get back into the cab and go on back to my apartment and call him... can I? Oh, darn, the cab's driven off and the street is a bit empty and devoid of cabs.

Gulp. Shaking my head and wringing my hands, I entered the building, up the stairs and to his door. 21. I knock, and oh goddess, will he be mad? Will he be happy? I should've called. The door opened, and... not Giles. The little old lady stared at me questioningly. Gee, Giles, hahaha, a lot has changed, you look healthy. "Hee, um, sorry, I'm at the wrong door," I said, but cranky senior citizem already closed the door. Making a face at the door, I check this piece of paper in my hand. Oh, duh, Willow - 12, not 21. I was distracted like big time. Verging on Harmony IQ here.

At his door now, do I knock? Should I smile? Should I hug? Should I say something incredibly witty as a greeting? Definitely the last one, if nothing else. Licking my lips, I knocked, waited, and it opened. And it was Giles. "Uhh. Heya." So, not the witty response I was hoping for. I should've practiced. And called. Totally called.
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__undermyskin [Nov. 29th, 2004|01:37 pm]
Willow Rosenberg
I think I know why I'm never gonna be mom (besides the obvious). If kids were anything like the potentials, I'd have no hair left by the end of the day. They're like a pack of dogs, milling around and getting in the way and being loud and leaving a mess and... I'm trying to be patient. There is a breaking point, though, when you have to wait to use the bathroom again and you can barely walk through the living room and you're trying to be super nice. It's enough to make my... my fingernails itch. Or something. Either way, sanity is something I'm not getting much of... for the last seven years. A girl can go crazy.

Leaving the kitchen, where breakfast was some sort of swarm of teenage girls eating as if they'd never get food again, I went to find my solitude, and stopped at the door of the basement. Having managed to snag a piece of toast, I nibbled on the corner of it. I wasn't hiding exactly, just, ya know... staying out the way and out of sight and hoping no one needed me for anything. Leaning against the closed door, I tried to think of what had to be done today - a heck load of laundry for starters, which I'd get Andrew to help me with. I groaned. Saving the world was one thing. House work was something else entirely.

Then I paid attention to noises coming from the basement. Sounded like Buffy when she was training when angry. Wondering if it was, I opened the door quietly, peeking in. Oh, Faith, killing the punching bag. Wow. I remember how she was the first time around when she was here and all... scary. Just moving with the same grace that Buffy has, with her own... toughness. Beautiful in that way. Definitely someone you want on your side. Powerful and I should really have stopped watching by now. But maybe she didn't mind the company? Down here was certainly a lot better than out there. Taking a bite out of my breakfast, I stepped in and stood on the first step, not really wanting to disturb her, but really not wanting to catch her off guard.
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