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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.
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Date: 2006-07-17 07:49 pm (UTC)But flattery (and quotage!) will get you far. Hmm. You are bad wicked evol, poking me like that. :P No promises.
I used to know some women whose good friend had died fairly young (before I met them), and every year they'd go out to visit her grave with a thermos of tea. Have a cup, tell her stories of the year, and pour her cup of tea on her grave. I like to think someone might come pour me tea when I'm dead (and not just 'cause I'm a total tea addict.) I can picture a really drunk Spike dumping a slug of bourbon on Angel's grave, a kind of tribute. Maybe not Buffy's, though.