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Willow Rosenberg (rosewillow) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Willow was confused and relived at the same time, the kiss had been just as she remembered, every bit of time came to a halt right there on the floor of the strange room, she felt like her hands belonged touching the other gently. The words Tara had uttered was what brought the red-headed witch out of her drugged like state. She paused just looking for a moment into blue eyes before compiling herself and raising off the woman she loved, doing as was asked of her. Still she stood over her lover and reached out a hand to her so she could help Tara up as well, she was far from rude even if the other wicca had asked for a little space between their bodies.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling she fixed her dress and then made sure her hair was in a decent place, if her insides felt like a mess there was no reason her outsides had to match. She wandered around the room a bit looking at the strange art laced on the walls. “This is all his doing you know.” She pointed a threating finger at a painting of their captor which she felt like she was being violated by his eyes. She shuddered and closed her eyes trying to think of some reasoning for all of this and suddenly it dawned on her. “We've been taken from different times Tara.” Her arms were folded over herself now it was the only bit of comfort she had. “I remember some of the other's talking about it, and it explains why you think we were still fighting before you were taken.”

She let out a sigh and couldn't help but walk towards Tara once again pushing a bit of the woman's hair behind her ear, Willow always liked it better when Tara never hid her beautiful face, especially not from her. Willow paused and took her hand back holding onto herself again. “It..also explains why we look different...it also explains why you are, alive.” Willow sighed but was starting to think rationally for the first time in a whole day. “Did, did believe you had a dream with us in the field?” She questioned. “I'm starting to think that was real too, and for whatever reason I ended up back in my room feeling like I had the super headache from heck. The things I said were all true, do you remember?” She paused thinking it over.

“In my reality we made up and spent a night together back home, in, in the morning Warren came looking for Buffy, he shot at her twice and his stray bullet hit you.” There was nothing in her eyes to show that she was lying, there was only the pain of her truth shadowing her features. Willow reached out and put a few fingers gently on Tara's chest where the bullet had hit her. “I promised to never lie to you again, and I'm keeping it, you just have to find some way to trust me. I did really bad things lover, I can't justify my addition, it's a sickness and nothing to scoff over, but I do take responsibility for it all.”

Willow turned and stepped away from Tara she wasn't sure that her lover believed her words, she also wasn't sure if she was worthy of being forgiven after the horrible things she had done while consumed by dark magicks. "Love of you is all I have, you've been with me on the inside, making me strong again, amazon strong."

Sadness was deep inside the witch as much as she was happy that Tara was alive there were new worries filling her head at rapid speeds. For the first time in a long time she was lacking words, everything was in Tara's hands right now and whatever Tara would decide would stand true.