i think i’ll probably go for it!! bc as much as i love her solo, i’d rather her share an account and actually get used regularly than keep her here and never touch her threads (:
“…no.”For a moment or two, Willow thought about possibly trying to lie her way out of the conversation, even though she knew on a core level that it wouldn’t work. Lying had never been one of her finer strengths, and she didn’t see any reason why now would be any different. Sighing, she finally shook her head, before easily setting herself down into a nearby chair.
“…it’s Tara’s birthday…” She said, her lost love’s name escaping her lips in an entirely broken tone.
“Oh.” Now, Willow’s entire demeanor made sense. Too muchsense, actually. Though Tara had always been one of Cordelia’s favorite people in Buffy’s little gang, and though there was a dark, gaping CHASM of loss any time any of them even mentioned the witch’s name, she still had yet to be cut as deeply by loss in her life as WIllow had. After all, had it been Buffy they’d lost that day…
For once, even Cordelia Chase was at a loss for words. The last thing Willow needed right now was another EMPTY apology, but they were both far too tired to dredge up the past. Sitting beside the redhead, she allowed her hand to rest on the other woman’s knee, the small gesture of comfort giving her a moment to gather her thoughts before blurting, “Well – how old would she be today?” Whether that was the right approach or not, Cordelia had no idea – but they’d find out soon enough, and hopefully not at her own expense.
Send me “Hush, go back to sleep.” for my character to fall asleep in your characters arms.
The words were almost met with a small whine, considering the urge the small child had to remain awake. Squirming a little in the older woman’s arms, Willow clutched at the blanket wrapped around her, as if doing so would make all the difference. It didn’t matter that it was late, or that there should be some kind of reasoning why she was still up. For now, all that mattered was that she felt as safe as she’d ever been.
“Don’t…wanna…” She mumbled, shaking her ever so slightly.
“I’ll b-be fine…” Willow managed to force out, tripping over one word for a moment before she regained composure. However fragile a state it was. Her arms wrapped around her chest, she looked towards Cordelia, hoping the subject would drop and they could focus on other things. Important ones. Anything was better than letting her darker Magicks infiltrate her thoughts.
“Are you sure about that?” Even if she still wasn’t sure of what to do, it was beyond obvious to Cordelia that no matter what Willow said, she was far from fine. “Because you definitely don’t SEEM fine. Far from it, actually. And not to be insensitive or anything, but the last time you weren’t fine and didn’t tell anyone, it kinda didn’t really go over well for anybody involved.”
“Willow…” Cordelia hesitated, then, suddenly unsure. Tactfulness had never been her forte - nor had comfort - so she was left PARALYZED in this moment, uncertain of whether anything else she could say would actually help more than it would hurt.
I think I’m gonna! It’ll definitely help me bring back old muses, and organize my shit since I have to focus more on college apps and everything this year.
What do you think of moving Cordy and Dawn too, though– - I should probably do it too, right? Or else it might not make much of a difference tbh.
Organizing Giles’ own personal library had been a lot harder than she’d thought. Apart from the fragile nature of some of the more choice texts she’d handled, there was always more of them that seemed to be popping up. Just when she’d had the shelve organized to her liking, she’d find another box of books somewhere in the corner. After that, she’d have to completely tear down the organized shelve, and start again. The list the Englishman had provided to her hadn’t been helping things either. The question had become not how long it would take, but rather, how many books he actually had.
And then there was the fact that some of the volumes were missing. Most had been rescued before the high school had been blown up, the mayor inside with it. But a few were still MIA. At first, Willow had wondered if she had them at the apartment with Tara, but upon further investigation, a phone call with Tara, she’d found that they didn’t have them. That didn’t leave her with many options when it came to where the volumes might be.
And all of that had led her to phoning Cordelia, just to see if Angel might have the volumes at the office.
“Cordelia?” It’s Willow…”
“Willow, hey! It’s been a while.”
Despite the fact that they pretty much stayed in touch (at least compared to the rest of the Sunnydale crew), this was the first time Willow had called in a long while, so hearing her old classmate’s voice over the phone was a pleasant surprise for Cordelia. Though it was highly likely that the reason she was calling was much less pleasant, but they’d get to that eventually.
“…because they’re not acting right either…” Still looking around the two of them, just in case anyone else decided to try and intrude on the conversation, Willow couldn’t even attempt to hide her concern anymore. Something was wrong, otherwise she wouldn’t be having as much a case of the wiggins as she was. She’d been around the truth of the Hellmouth long enough to know that when things didn’t feel right, they generally weren’t right. This situation wasn’t any different.
“…Cordelia…we need to do something…”
“So you’re pretty much saying that everyone but you and me is acting like they’re possessed by some creepy thing? Ugh, what kind of freaky nightmare world is this?”
She couldn’t believe her luck. Of all the people to be stuck with when everyone else was acting totally weird, it had to be Willow?
( …Well, at least she’d be the most likely to be able to solve this problem, after maybe Giles.)
“Okay, well, you’re the smart one. What do you suggest we do now?”
“You think I wanna be seen outside like this either?” Willow asked, sighing as she turned slightly, the entire fact she was practically looking at herself making it harder to think than she’d like. At this point, she wasn’t sure she could get Cordelia to listen to her, especially considering that all of this was even freaking her out. Sighing a little, mentally cursing herself for not bringing any of her spell-books back to the house, she finally looked over her shoulder at Cordy.
“Look, we need to go find Giles, ok? He’ll fix this.”
“Well, I don’t see why you wouldn’t.”
It was a loaded statement, and one she wasn’t really expecting Willow to refute. Because honestly, why would Willow complain about looking like her? That was obviously the least of her problems - unlike Cordelia, who would be committing social suicide by walking out like this. Or, more specifically, letting WIllow go literally anywhere using her body.
“No way. He can come here, but there’s no way either of us is leaving the house like this!”
