WHO: Tara Maclay and Xander Harris WHERE: Complex kicthen WHEN: Latish WHAT: Late night snack. STATUS: Closed/Incomplete Ratings: TBD
Tara had had a lot on her mind since the entire life alter shift .. thing. She had gotten quite good at not avoiding her problems months before her death; however, this was a situation that she didn't exactly think she could cover without a recovered bout of stuttering. Especially in regards to Needy. The situation was still so fresh in mind, or at least hers, that it was uncomfortable to think upon the woman she loved and have the image of Willow superimposed with the blonde.
It had shaken Tara up. Not just involving her emotions. If it was that alone she would have handled it a bit better than she currently was now. How she knew she deserved to deal with it. However, the fact that she had her mind tampered with again upset her a lot. Technically for her, it hadn't been all that long ago since what had happened with Willow and even before that what with happened with Glory. Add that to the fact of Glory not having been in this world that long ago, Dawn and the people her friends had come to care about. And that this entire debacle had effected her loved ones and innocent people. Well, that manaed to just piss Tara off. On top of all the emotions she was feeling. She wouldn't have wished having your memories and mind tampered with on her worse enemy.
No one deserved to have their life interfered with like that, in the least, or robbed off their free will in the worse.
She had spent a lot of time to herself. Tara had retreated and she was a little ashamed with herself over that. She hadn't been able to help the panic. Nonetheless, despite still being livid with whoever had done this and still being scared and annoyed, she made herself come down into the complex kitchen. She would deal with this. Who knew who she would run into. It could be Needy and while Tara would prefer that their first talk after this situation be on their own terms, she wouldn't run if that was who she ran into in the kicthen.
A rush of relief when through her when she spotted Xander. A rush relief followed by the warmth of fondness she usually got whenever she saw one of her friends.