Willow Rosenberg (willow_magic) wrote in dust_till_dawn, @ 2009-02-26 08:24:00 |
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Current mood: | stressed |
Who: Willow and Xander
What: Xander and Willow catch up
When: While Willow still doesn’t know Angelus is no more.
Where: Starbucks
Locked To: Xander
Status: Complete
It had been a while since Willow had seen or even spoken to Xander. Both of them being busy with lots of other things had kinda prevented it. You’d think with the whole ending of the hellmouth thing and lots of Slayers around their work would be less. You know? Nothing was further from the truth.
Willow herself had been working up to a frenzy frustration lately. What with her being unable to re-ensoul Angel. She just didn’t understand why she couldn’t when she had been able to before. Twice. And lived to tell the tale. Didn’t make sense. What made even less sense that she had researched and researched and couldn’t find a reason as to *why * she couldn’t.
Made her wish Giles was here. Or- or Tara. Tara had always been good with the research thing. They were like research girls. Now it seemed she was the only research girl person around. Dawn was out doing—whatever Dawn was doing. Taking ballet classes on one was supposed to know about. Willow wasn’t gonna tell anyone, cause well, she barely saw anyone. But also because she’d promised Dawnie.
There really weren’t any other researchy types around. As far as she knew. Blah.
So Willow spend most of her time in her room. Looking, trying out different spells which may or may not work. Turned out they didn’t since she didn’t feel like Angel was back. Or heard of him coming back. Buffy had become more and more withdrawn. Willow had been a little bit hurt when her friend had turned away after she’d tried to take care of the Slayer. But what was she supposed to do? Buffy wanted to be shell people and Willow wanted to help so badly, wanted to make up for the guilt she felt for not being able to bring Angel back.
Wasn’t working though. The guilt only grew with every day, every moment, every second she wasn’t able to be all helpful girl. And she’d been able to turn *every * potential Slayer in an active one darnet! Why wasn’t this working! She’d just been about to fling a very expensive book against the wall when the phone rang. She winced at what she was about to do, glad Giles hadn’t been around for that one. The poor man would’ve had an attack.
It had been Xander on the phone, which had made Willow smile for the first time in oh—a long time. Wow. Her oldest friend still had it. He’d suggested they go check out the Starbucks in this place. Oooh, Starbucks? Willow hadn’t had a mocha latte in a really long time. She needed fresh air, and she needed to get out of her room, Xander had said.
So here she was, at Starbucks. Mocha Latte in front of her, hands wrapped around the Styrofoam cup while she waited for Xander. Not that she was like, anxiously looking at the door. Or something. Nope.