Curse (Oz drabble, PG)

For the prompt "Squash" at open_on_sunday. Set during BtVS s4 in that ep where... oh, you know the one.


Willow liked to think it was only three days a month. Three days of “the curse.” When the wolf came to town.

He’d never pointed out that for twenty-four days of every month she didn’t bleed, but she didn’t stop being female.

It’s always there, under his skin. In his skin, in his nails and hair and teeth. He’s never grokked the physics of it, but it’s like somehow he and the wolf are inhabiting the same space, two entities squashed into one unstable shape. It’s always there. The moon is simply a trigger.

Jealousy is an even stronger one.