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Willow Rosenberg (rosewillow) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-15 09:51:00

Entry tags:

complete, day three, tara maclay, willow rosenberg

Who: Willow & Tara
When: Day 3, Morning.
Where: Fair Grounds around the breakfast tent.
What: Bumping into each other.
Rating: PG
Status: Complete.

Willow woke that morning having temporarily forgetting where she was. At first all she knew was that the sun was pouring in through the crack in the curtains and was being awfully rude for intruding on her shut eye. She let out a groan into her pillow when a sudden flush of memories hit her that she would rather have forgotten. Sleep had been so nice and she couldn't remember the last time she dreamed of anything but her lost lover, and frankly she would rather stay there in the land of the unconscious mind.

Opening her eye she sighed heavily, it was day three in this strange world, that seemed to be an elaborate illusion. She had meet a few people and it wasn't totally bad. But still being trapped for some power hungry self proclaimed Goblin King's amusement wasn't sitting well but it was looking like there might not be anything she could do about it. She pulled her still tired body from the warmth of the sheets, thinking that it was best to get dressed and feel the warm air, also fill her stomach with food.

Walking and nature were always things that made her feel better, though she wasn't sure how much of this place was even natural. The closet had been filled with clothing that mirrored her own which was at least a little comforting. She pulled on the blue fuzzy sweater she loved so much, it even smelled like home, with it a deep red skirt.

Taking a breath she looked in the mirror at her oval face and medium length red hair, she looked like Willow but somewhere behind her green eyes there was something missing. She turned then made her way out the door and down the stone steps. A strange feeling washed over her body that was a little familiar, dark magic. It was almost overwhelming but she now had a bit of an immunity to it, so she could block it from running her sense of center.

She seemed to be the only one up at this hour, the tents where things were set up for the Renaissance fair seemed quite, almost a little too still. At least this was better then being couped up in her room. However Willow spotted something in the distance, a figure, that was blocked by the sun so she couldn't get a good look but she thought it was female. “Um Hello?” She questioned putting her hand up to block the sun from shining in her eyes.

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rosewillow
2009-03-16 09:00 pm UTC (link)

Willow felt as if she could just stay there holding on to Tara and sink peacefully into the earth or sucked into whatever ether would have her. There was not a part of her body that felt any energy in it, she was drained and exhausted, she also wasn't sure if she could stand up, but right now that was not an option. The story fell from her lips giving as much details to the event as possible with out breaking down completely again. She was sure Tara would let go of her and run, run away from her not being able to look at the shell of the woman Tara had fallen in love with. Willow felt ashamed of herself, the awful things she had done, especially looking into the eyes of the woman who had put trust back into her.

The tears were dry leaving her insides numb, trying to deal with the things that were going on were making her feel nauseated. A sharp pain was also throbbing in her head as if someone had shoved a blade through her right eye sending it through her skull but she did her best to stay on the other Wicca's words. She said nothing and waited until Tara had completely finished, she took this time to compose herself breathing slow and deeply as she could to not totally pass out.

She gasped as she heard the huge difference in their time lines, how was that possible? How was Tara alive? and talking to her was a bigger question. She didn't have any answers right now but once she got a grip on herself again she was going to get to the bottom of it and fast too before more crazy things started to happen. Willow closed her eyes and rubbed the throbbing sides of her head then pushed back her now longer red hair behind her ears. “Tara..that, that was almost seven months ago...the next day we went for coffee and got back together, then spent the night..our very last night.” The last part was almost inaudible.

Another sharp pain sliced through her head Willow let out a scream of agony, she reached out for Tara's arm but instead caught a hold of nothing, vanishing from Tara's sight. This felt worse but similar to what had happened whens he was brought here in the first place, the sensation was like the hideous Disney ride where they send you up so many floors in an elevator with a dead fast drop to the bottom in about three seconds. Matter crushing like a garbage compactor against all sides of her body, she tired to brace the fall.

The witch really had no idea what was going on but soon came in harsh contact with a hard surface. Willow groaned in agony before flickering here eyes open, her blurry vision told her she was back in her room on the floor. Her fall had taken out one of the tables and her things were scattered around the room looking as if a hurricane had blown through. She decided for now to rest on the floor for a little while and later undress and slip into bed.

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fallen_forever
2009-03-17 09:47 am UTC (link)

Tara continued to keep her arms wrapped around the other woman even though things seem far too strange to actually be happening. Brows furrowed in confusion when ‘Willow’ ‘corrected’ when things had happened. “You just walked me home yesterday.... We haven’t had coffee…In a long time.” The words were almost pained. How Tara had missed her and Willow’s coffee dates, it had been another piece of the very complicated billion piece puzzle she had been trying to work on just the day before she got sucked into this new place. When was the last time they had, had coffee? It must have been before she had moved out of Buffy’s house. Tara wasn’t dead, she was right here… Why was Willow so insistent upon this. Though Willow did look very different… How could Willow look so different? Be so different? What the heck was going on?

The sudden scream of pain caused Tara to snap out of her bafflement as eyes went wide and she feared for the worse. “WILLOW!” The name was called in fear and concern but in the blink of an eye somehow the other woman was no longer there. “What in the world…?” The words slipped out of her mouth were low and barely inaudiable except to her self. Blue eyes searched her arms and hands for traces of the woman who had just been held in them. For a clue, any hint as to what could possibly be going on, but nothing seemed to come. No clue, no hint, no magical solution. Sitting on the ground a few moments longer Tara managed to gather together her bearings before standing. Even though physically she took several steps to remove her self from the event that had just happened her mind remained flooded with questions. Had what just happened been real? Was it some illusion of the dark magic? Was it an omen of things to come? A trick being played by this Jareth character? Could it have possibly been real? If it was real, how could that have happened? As thoughts raced Tara’s mind quickly became hazy and drained. The lack of sleep she’d experienced since getting here really was taking a lot out of her… Maybe that was it, maybe she was hallucinating from lack of sleep and the imposed pressure of all the black magic. Though it sure didn’t feel like a hallucination.

Making her way back to her dorm room after what felt like an eternity Tara collapsed into her bed and feel deeply asleep. Too bad when she awoke her sleep fogged mind would be able to make even less sense of the entire situation later on that day.

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