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_beetle_ may not approve of where I took her prompt: Dawn/Willow, waaaaaay post-NFA, smoochies, Buffy's b'day party.
Haec dies
Into every generation one is born.
It had been a lie, but a useful one. It laid the weight of the world on one girl’s shoulders. Refusal was unconscionable.
They know it’s not true, now. But the lie had already molded her irrevocably, driving her to fight and sacrifice continually until there was nothing left inside. Until the day – she lost.
They still gather every year on her birthday. Picnic in the cemetery. Good times.
Willow chokes down a wave of tears and raw power. Dawn smells like forest glades at morning, and tastes like dew. Buffy would have understood.
Though poor
_beetle_ may not approve of where I took her prompt: Dawn/Willow, waaaaaay post-NFA, smoochies, Buffy's b'day party.Haec dies
Into every generation one is born.
It had been a lie, but a useful one. It laid the weight of the world on one girl’s shoulders. Refusal was unconscionable.
They know it’s not true, now. But the lie had already molded her irrevocably, driving her to fight and sacrifice continually until there was nothing left inside. Until the day – she lost.
They still gather every year on her birthday. Picnic in the cemetery. Good times.
Willow chokes down a wave of tears and raw power. Dawn smells like forest glades at morning, and tastes like dew. Buffy would have understood.