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Little bit of post-Chosen Willow. With perhaps some arguable references to Willow's being bisexual.
This Trampled Garden
prologue
by stungunbilly
Watching the crows circle over a corn field made Willow feel as if she were in a Van Gogh painting. Blue sky, yellowing corn stalks, whirling spirals of black specks spinning away from some unknown point in the field. Something dead? Fallen ears of corn?
She shivered at the creepy symbolism and wondered, for the first time in over a year, where Oz was. The hurty place in her chest said that she was disloyal, a pseudo-lesbian chic kind of girl. It also said that he was the only person she really wanted to see right now, besides Xander. And how cheap was that? When she had a hot girl watching her like she was the sun.
Kennedy took her hand, said “Willow? You okay?” and Willow smiled at her, hoping her thoughts didn’t show on her face. Years gone by had finally taught her never to show weakness to a predator. Even one you…love. Like. Sleep with sometimes.
Buffy saved her from having to answer with more than a nod. She had lost a little of her bellowing ability over the last three weeks, but she gave it a good try. She called everyone together, and gave them half an hour to gather their camping gear and be in the bus ready to go. Her air of scout leader made Willow feal a little herded, like a cow or a sheep, but she didn’t really mind. Much. Most of their little group was still too shell-shocked to think clearly. They liked having a leader.
Willow thought, though, that she really was finished with being led.. When she found herself wondering about where Oz was again, she took steps to find out. Xander helped her.
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This Trampled Garden
prologue
by stungunbilly
Watching the crows circle over a corn field made Willow feel as if she were in a Van Gogh painting. Blue sky, yellowing corn stalks, whirling spirals of black specks spinning away from some unknown point in the field. Something dead? Fallen ears of corn?
She shivered at the creepy symbolism and wondered, for the first time in over a year, where Oz was. The hurty place in her chest said that she was disloyal, a pseudo-lesbian chic kind of girl. It also said that he was the only person she really wanted to see right now, besides Xander. And how cheap was that? When she had a hot girl watching her like she was the sun.
Kennedy took her hand, said “Willow? You okay?” and Willow smiled at her, hoping her thoughts didn’t show on her face. Years gone by had finally taught her never to show weakness to a predator. Even one you…love. Like. Sleep with sometimes.
Buffy saved her from having to answer with more than a nod. She had lost a little of her bellowing ability over the last three weeks, but she gave it a good try. She called everyone together, and gave them half an hour to gather their camping gear and be in the bus ready to go. Her air of scout leader made Willow feal a little herded, like a cow or a sheep, but she didn’t really mind. Much. Most of their little group was still too shell-shocked to think clearly. They liked having a leader.
Willow thought, though, that she really was finished with being led.. When she found herself wondering about where Oz was again, she took steps to find out. Xander helped her.
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