Something wicca this way comes...

Something's coming...

Sun, 13 Nov 2005 14:08:10 GMT

So, you know, it’s my own fault for not updatin’ this thing often. I jus’ get busy an’ sorta forget about it. It happens sometimes, you know? Oh well, there’s not much I can do ‘bout that, I guess.

Things’ve sorta been quiet lately. Too quiet. Like the kind before a storm? I think I felt an earthquake earlier, but when I asked Buff about it, she said she didn’t feel a thing. Which is … actually kinda normal considering she’s a spaz. *Smirks*

I think I might ask Tara, she’ll know…

Never let a witch get bored

Tue, 04 Oct 2005 18:42:00 GMT

So, uhm – after the ordeal with Dawnie’s boyfriend, there’s not a lot to report. Ex-Mayor Wilkins is still around -and much to our disappointment- still human. Buff’s startin’ school again, part-time. Tara’s lookin’ after Miss Kitty and her kitties. Giles is doing whatever Giles does, oh, librarian, right! Uhm – Xand’s… actually, I haven’t talked to Xand in a while. Which is just weird. I don’t think we’ve gone this long without talking before.

An’ I’m still very unemployed. I’m over the “being used by an evil law firm” of it all, but I’m kinda bored stayin’ home –that’s not to say Tara doesn’t keep me interested. She does *purrs*- I’m just--I dunno, I just feel like I oughta be doin’ somethin’, you know?

Say wha--?

Sat, 17 Sep 2005 23:42:31 GMT

How to summarize the last week or so in a few brief paragraphs? I don't think I could, but I'll give it my best. ^_^

I've been throughly researchin' Raven's Milfoil (with the help of my angely wife, of course) an' it effects on people with specific abilities (a Seer and a mind-reader for example). So far it's been a tough battle, not that many documented cases where two people with abilities were effected at the same time, but I--we've pretty much concluded that my first theory was pretty sound... even if it all makes a kind of sense that's not.

Theory being that there must have been some event that lead to these two bein' connected, a bonding thing really. So... when Cassie tried to help Avasa this sorta solidified that, and so... connected. If one doesn't have control of her/his abilities, neither will the other. And seeing that if they're in crowded areas they couldn't control that unless in the others presence, I sorta sent them away to find themselves again (Tara said Dawnie was a lil' upset by this, an' I sorta get why). I went by the other day to see how they're doin' and Dawn's boyfriend looked fine. Completely coherent. I'm pretty sure they're good to go now. No magic necessary.

...with one side-effect. There's a chance -a small chance- that their connection might be permanent. If something's wrong with one of them, the other would know about it/go insane. And then there's the dreams that I can't explain. I know I should do more research before potentially sending them back to the way they were, but it's all trial and error really. 'Least then I'll hafta move onto somethin' else to help 'em. Speaking of, I went into the local council office and proposed the removal of a potential noxious weed in the area. You'd be amazed how easy it is to sway the locals (there may have been a little hocus-pocus involved), so I'm gonna head in and remove it before it does any more damage. I'm sure Anya'll kill me for destroying 'potential goods', but this sorta things needs to be dealt with quickly and decisively. Away fromt the evil that lurks. I'm thinkin' I might rope Dawn's friend Janice to help. She seems pretty eager and it's always fun digging up half of Miller's Woods when you have company. Heh.

Which sorta brings me back to Cassie...

When I first met her she said somethin' and it kinda stuck with me, you know? I wanna be profound about it, but mostly I'm just set to stunned. A girl? We're gonna have a baby girl? When? How? When? I just... wow. I'm sorta feelin' kinda weird and fizzy. But excited - thankful, sorta cautiously happy but slightly nauseous. That's kinda me for the past few days.

Oh, ah - I found Miss Kitty! She was trapped in the basement. Sorta. With Kitties (An' here I was thinkin' we were overfeeding her)! They're very cute. Mom and babies are doin' fine. Tara's been keepin' an eye on them for the most part (she's so cute when she's watching them, she makes these amazing and beautiful and wonderful faces) just making sure they're doing fine. I'm startin' to think if this parenting thing ever comes along... we could handle it. We really could. And Tara'd make a great mother. Or Father? How does it work with lesbian moms? Is it mom and mom, or...? *sigh* I could never get those things straight.

I'm thinkin' of heading over to see Xand an' Giles, what with all my obsessive research/actual work I haven't spoken to them in a while. I really miss them!

huh?

Fri, 09 Sep 2005 08:04:23 GMT

Well, for starters Anya asked me to help out Buff an’ Giles with the magic box while she headed outta town for a coupla days. I’m not sure why she left exactly, but it gives me time to work on the website for her. I’m hopin’ to have it done by the time she gets back. It’ll be a happy money making surprise for her.

And I in no way expect something in return…

Well I guess this came before, but… Buffy did some recon on the not-so dead ex-mayor, and lo and behold… she returned with a hankey. So far all I’ve been able to come up with is that he’s human. I’m not 100% on it, but it looks like.

There's also the thing where Tara an' I sorta decided to get London a puppy, we haven't really had the chance to go to the lost dog's home, but I was thinkin' maybe Tara could go? Get London the puppy. It could be a good bonding experience.

Then, if you can believe it, we find out that Dawnie’s stashed away an incredibly hot older boyfriend for the past… however long. I’m not sure. But to make it more interesting? He can read minds. Uh huh, I know, crazy. It turns out that he had a reaction to Raven’s Milfoil, but the thing is, he’s not the only one. Two people with abilities affected at the same time? Can have really bad effects. Like… well, one scenario is where the have each others abilities for a time. They could also be involved in the others dreams. There’s a deep connection there…I just wish I had more to go on.

Since meeting Avasa, he’s been kinda knocked out on our couch. Which is good, I guess. Less time for crazy-land. I wish Xand was here. He makes research bareable. Plus, donuts. And who doesn’t love donuts?

I sit up and stretch, snapping the advanced mystical herbs and plants book shut and move over to make coffee. While the kettle boils, I find a sheet of paper with a picture of an urn on it. It looks like the urn of liv, but it’s hard to say. It’s not exactly the best picture. After a couple of minutes I sit back on the stool behind the counter and flip open another book.

‘Sgonna be one of those nights.

Home is where the heart is

Mon, 29 Aug 2005 12:33:12 GMT

We got home safely a few nights ago. London, Tara an’ I. Poor London, she seemed all out of sorts on the trip home. I mean, more than usual. I guess she really made a friend out of Melaka.

Buff was a little anxious to see me, apparently Xand told her that if she’s gonna do a full on assault on ex-mayor Wilkins she was better off havin’ us around.

I’m amazed she decided to wait at all...

Tara an’ I have been all extra-snuggly since we go back. Which is a very welcome distraction from the fact that I’ll hafta be looking for a job sometime soon. Though we’re financially sound until November.

I wonder if the girl’s have gone on their shopping expedition? I’d hate for Tara to have missed that. Aw, our Dawnie’s all grown up.

You know, since we got back I’ve been noticing this weird sound coming from the basement. I’m startin’ to think Miss Kitty’s trapped down there or something (I’m not sure if I’ve even seen her since we got back). Maybe Mr. Gordo’s walkin’ around again. You know, for an inanimate object, he does seem to get around a bit.

"The time has come," the Walrus said.

Fri, 26 Aug 2005 02:30:56 GMT

It turns out that Mr. LaManch -or should I say, Mr. Ryan- was very much the evil McEvil I had him pegged for (though he wasn’t really hiding it when I met with him, that’s for sure). And even though I had no intention of handing over my project, he made it clear that I was contractually obliged (I kinda like my soul where it is).

I get the feelin’ he was testing me, I don’t know why exactly. Maybe to see what I’m capable of? And then he just… let me go. He actually fired me. Which, truthfully, I’m glad of. Things haven’t sat right since Prussia. I’d never felt more connected with everything in my entire life than in those short months. This was just a side-gig. I get that now. I’m not Willow-computer-geek. I’m Willow super-witch.

And I’m okay with that.

Since finding out about Christian, Tara an’ I have been talking, mostly. Reconnecting. And what was once meant to be a one-day trip, turned into over a week. Which I think we’re all agreed is long overdue.

*Sigh*

I decided that it might be a good idea to bring London along with us to keep an eye on Angel, but it turned out that Kennedy (what is her first name, anyway?) has been causing trouble lately. So, with London as my aid, we tracked her down and were able to knock her out (not without serious injury to London, though).

When we returned to The Hyperion there may have been an argument, followed by an Angel shaped hole in the ceiling...

Before the trip, Cordy told me she'd seen Charles (not in the vision kind of way, in the broad daylight kind of way), we performed a little location spell and true to her word... he's alive. I'm not sure how, or why exactly. But he's alive.

Wes seems to think he might've found a way to get Mel home, but there're a few kinks that need to be worked out, apparently. I told him I'd do some research on my end, see what we can find out. Looks like Mel'll be headin' home soon, though (London's gonna miss her).

The next morning I went back to talk to Angel. It wasn’t the most comfortable of conversations, but we aired a lot of stuff out. I’m not sayin’ we’re gonna be the best of friends or that I’m ever gonna trust him, but if I’d been more careful and asked for his help London wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

Tara's got the car idling outside while I find London and say my goodbyes. It's time to go home. See if Buffy's found out anything about Richard Wilkins III

Back to where it all began

Mon, 15 Aug 2005 10:52:28 GMT

I got to talkin’ to Tara about going to LA, she was very enthused about going away for a day (even if it was for business means). However, when I got to mentionin’ taking London with us, she kinda clammed up. Which—okay, understandable considering our track record with vampires, but if Buffy says she’s harmless, then I believe her. An’ it’s not like we’re going to be spending that much time with her, if you think about it.

The plan

I’m gonna visit the mansion—big gulp—and see this vampire child, find out whether she wants to come with us tomorrow. If she says yes, yay for road trip, an’ we’re droppin’ her off at A.I. Followed by doing some very romantic things with Tara (things which need not be mentioned here). The next morning I hope to prove myself right by unmasking my evil boss, then Tara are gonna go to the pier ‘til sunset, get London (if she’s comin’ with us/if she wants to go) an’ go home.

I expect something bad is gonna happen along the line, so there’s a day or two margin of error if that doesn’t work.

No inappropriate behavior is allowed here

Thu, 11 Aug 2005 02:19:38 GMT

So, I’ve been a neglectful wife and best friend lately. It’s not my fault I’ve been otherwise occupied. Even though I did get around to finishing that project a month ago. It kinda sucks that I won’t be able to hand it in until sometime next week, but I still can’t help feelin’ like something’s a little… off about my new boss. He knows a lot more than he’s letting on, and I’ll be damned if I can’t find out what’s going on there.

I guess I’ll talk to Buff, see what she thinks about this. Goddess knows I need someone else’s opinion —someone who isn’t married to me (sorry baby)— and we’re overdue for a talk, that’s for sure.

A witches work is never done

Mon, 08 Aug 2005 22:38:35 GMT

After a long exhausting conversation with Giles I decide to head into the magic box for some supplies. With all the magic flyin’ around lately, it never hurts to be too careful, ya’ know?

Mon, 08 Aug 2005 22:27:40 GMT

So I’ve been tryin’ to keep m’self busy lately, you know, trying to look up for information regarding my not so existing boss and finding nothing.

I’m starting to wonder whether I should hand him my final project, what with not knowing anything about him an’ all? But then again, it’s not like it’s an evil project. It’s just a techno-mystical prison an’… yeah, I can see what you’re thinking. Don’t think that.

I’m on my way to visitin' Giles, apparently he’s got something he needs help with and now’s a good a time as any.

Also, lately, I've noticed a lot of mystical backlash. Maybe he can help me pinpoint it's location and find out who's doing it. Stop them before they do some serious damage?

Catching up

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 17:22:40 GMT

So I bumped into Cordy the other day (I didn’t even realize she was still in town), and she asked me to do a basic ‘see if I’m a demon’ spell, which she wasn’t. I’m thinkin’ this might need further investigation, but she said not to worry, that she’d figure it out.

Still as stubborn as ever, I guess.

I got to hangin’ out with Xand and Buffy the other day, which was overdue, I’ll admit. Buffy got to mentioning that one of Dawn’s friends could be a potential slayer, I told her I might give Kennedy a call and see how she found out about her potentialness. We don’t want to do spell work with something so primal when it can be easily discovered through conventional means. Like the dreams? Xand mentioned that when he was researching Slayers back when he first met Buffy that some had the dreams long before they were called. So that’s a possibility.

So it comes to this

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 17:07:14 GMT

I finally finished that project that Mr. LaManch had me working on for the past few months (which may explain why I haven’t left the house recently), but it’s the strangest thing. Last night I figured I might as well find out who I’m working for, I did some not-so-legal ways of finding out and guess what? Mr. Pierre LaManch doesn’t exist! There’s no record of him anywhere.

So I called him up, about to confront him when I find out he wants to meet me in Los Angeles next month. Good. I’ll be able to talk to him face-to-face without the possibility of the phone being hung-up. It’s about time I got some answers, damnit. I’ve been working my fingers to the bone for this company and I don’t even know what this project is for!

In retrospect, I should have found out sooner, but I’ve been otherwise occupied, what with being in another time period for a few months, and the bills. Lets not forget the bills.

Goddess, I forgot!

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 17:00:34 GMT

I feel stupid, all these work I’ve been doing lately I didn’t realize it was our proposal anniversary until right this second. Over A month late! I know I’ve been busy lately, but that’s no excuse!

I'm the worst wife ever.

So, while Tara’s out running errands, I’ll get all dressed up and make reservations. I want tonight to be special.

Prom badness

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 16:16:49 GMT

So, how much was I payin’ attention, huh? I had to find out from Buffy what happened at the prom (I didn’t even realize it was that time of year!). She’s told me that one girl had a talent for fighting, a boy turned into a werewolf and took orders from a blonde girl, all of which was ensued as demons crashed the prom.

I don’t know why demons seem to gravitate towards these things.

But apparently Dawnie and all her friends held up pretty well, even without Buffy.

Looks like Buff might have some competition.

The Vampires strike back

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 16:07:38 GMT

It looks as though Angel and Harmony were able to come back on their own, they even brought a straggler back from the future.

I admit, I was a little throw to see them, I mean--I have a right to be, don't I? Here's the man that killed Gunn right in front of me. He killed Tara long before that. Funny thing is, Buff invites him in for tea like he was family. Like nothing had ever happened.

It occurs to me that A--Angel wasn't aware of what happened in Prussia when he starts askin' about Gunn. Okay, so I wasn't expecting that.

I pulled him aside and basically told him the long and short of it, not because I wanted to tell him before someone else got the chance, but more to figure out his reaction to it. He was distraught, obviously, but I can't help feeling he doesn't understand any of it and that just--a cloud of darkness shadows over my eyes whenever I think about--the sooner he leaves the better, in my opinion.

We're not even sure where to start with the new arrival, it seems as though all the spell's we used were to bring people back from the past, so it's a little more tricky with future based spells.

I'm sure we'll figure something out.

Working wicca

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 15:54:36 GMT

This job Mr. LaManch has me on is a bit of a doozey. He basically wants me to design a techno-mystical-hybrid safe-room/security system (I’m still unsure as to how how knows so much about me, but…) for his company, and it’s really eating into my time. I haven’t had the chance to work on finding Angel and Harmony (although I don’t much care for finding them to beging with).

It’s not easy, I’ve become zombified-caffiene-high-Willow again.

Xand keeps hintin’ that I’ll go stir-crazy, I wonder if I’ll start feeding Miss Kitty my coffee and eat her cat food in the morning (Well, that did almost happen once…)? Maybe that’s a sign I should stop workin’ and get more rest? Then again, with a goddess like Tara in bed with me, how is that ever gonna happen? *mischievous grin*

We've got our Watchers!

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 15:43:00 GMT

Tara an' I (with a little help from Anya) were able to bring back Giles and Wesley (just in time, from what Giles has told me).

I haven't seen Buffy so overjoyed since she got back. It was a really touching scene.

An' just as Wes and Giles came back, Oz and Faith decided they'd overstayed their welcome. Which was, well, okay, weird, but I couldn't help getting a vibe from them.

Then again, I'd have to be around them more in the first place to get said vibe. I dunno. Maybe I'm just paranoid or something, I mean, Faith is a man-eater and Oz was my first--never mind. That shouldn't be an issue.

I just don't understand this unsettled feeling I have in my stomach. I really shouldda talked to Oz when I had the chance, tried to clear the air with him.

I guess now wasn't the right time.

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 15:26:21 GMT

Willow paced back and forth in the kitchen, drying a pot that she had
collected from the rack ten minutes previous. She vaguely remembered Tara
telling her the pot couldn't get any drier, but continued nonetheless. Her
mind preoccupied with a phone call she was expecting that very evening, from
what little she had been told about the job, she figured it was one of utmost
secrecy, and therefore, quite difficult.

Sighing, Willow set the pot in its place in the cupboard. Pierre… Mr.
LaManch had said he would call at ten thirty, which was just a minute away.
So why was she feeling so damn unsettled? And how was it that her new boss
knew so much about her when she knows squat about him?

Christian sat with his feet on his desk, lazily contemplating the ceiling. He
was internalizing the information in the file folder that lay open on his
desk; he'd just finished rereading it for the third or fourth time. A smile
tugged at his lips as he raised his head and picked up the phone. Deftly he
dialed the number that was printed on the first page.

"Yes. Willow Rosenberg, please. Pierre LaManch calling." He subtly altered
his voice; not overdone enough to be suspect, but with just a tinge of the
accent he'd heard daily during the summer he'd spent in the South of France as
a university student.

Oh, well… points for punctuality? Willow sighed and made a mad dash for the phone, picking it up almost directly after its first ring (but not before Dawn could answer it first). "Thanks, Dawn. I got it!" She called out, in her excitement forgetting to place her hand over the reciever and inadvertently yelling into it. "Sorry!" She yelled in an equally excited tone.

The fact was, Willow had been fretting about the reason behind Mr. LaManch calling. She was getting fired. Sacked. Given the boot. Going missing for months without notice was strictly the easiest way of getting fired. Heck, she didn't really want to keep the job in the first place and if it weren't for the mounting bills, she'd seriously consider quitting. And yet, she hadn't been fired. She had been paid actively since her disappearance.

…Something which Willow found to be deeply unsettling. "Hi, Mr. LaManch, uh, um, how are you? How was your trip?"

Christian smiled. It was not a very nice smile. He leaned back farther, testing the extent which his desk chair could reach. When he spoke, however, his voice was calm and subtly, impeccably francophile. "Tres bien, Ms. Rosenberg. I might ask you the same thing? You seem to have been unreachable for a short while." He twisted the phone cord between two fingers, concentrating on playing his chosen persona to the fullest.

"Oh, uh, yeah, sorry 'bout that. Time sorta got away from me." Literally. And he doesn't need to know about that. "So imagine my surprise when I discover I'm still on the payroll," Willow began busying herself by looking through the freezer, a little disheartened by the fact that the last popsicle was gone. She decided immediately that Dawn was the culprit. Or Buffy, she had trouble deciding. "Which makes me think that you're a.) Evil or b.) In desperate need of something done on my part?"

It was a test on Willow's part to see how her boss would react to her calling him evil, but with no evidence to back her up, it was merely speculation. So what if he seemed to know more about her than he should? It wasn't a secret that she was a witch and currently not-so-ex-geek, but there still lied the nagging suspicion that there was more behind her new employer. Something about him… she couldn't be sure. The fact that she was still employed keyed her off straight away. Who would need her that desperately when there are far better people out there capable of doing the job? Then again, with the bills left for months, she couldn't exactly be picky, either. And this job paid extremely well.

Christian knew precisely where Willow had been during her absence; he made it his business to know things of that sort. However, he didn't see the need to tip his hand. "Evil? My, my, Ms. Rosenberg. Not the most politically correct thing to say to one's boss, n'est-ce pas?" He chuckled.
"What I would like to discuss with you is the set-up and implementation of a mystical security system. Is that something of which you would be capable?" He made his voice very crisp and precise as befit a possibly evil French boss.

Willow laughed despite herself -I'd almost forgotten how charming he could be- and frowned at the sudden chill, realizing she was still standing in front of the freezer, she shut the door and walked into the living room. Such was modern technology that she was able to use a wireless phone and carry it with her wherever she went. She walked into the living room, a slight frown on her features as she kissed her wife on the forehead and moved off again down the hall, "Very," she said finally, "it could take a while though. I'd have to ask what kind of measurements you'd need, room size. I don't want the system to cover an entire block—Unless that's what you want?" Heck, this could be fun.

"Do you have a facsimile, or shall I send the information via post?" Christian asked. "I have precise measurements and other instructions, as well."

"Uh, post would probably be best," 'Cause I don't exactly want a fax sent to the magic box where anyone could read it, Willow thought.

"Very well," Christian said, swinging his feet off of the desk and sitting up. "I'll send it to you immediately, and I trust you will inform me if you have questions." He doodled on his desk blotter, anxious to finish up the conversation.

"Sure", Willow rounded back into the kitchen, sitting back where she began. Her mind running a mile a minute, but eager to do something that would put recent events behind her. "If that's all, I think I'm gonna bid you goodnight, Mr. LaManch. It's been a long day." I can be formal too, Willow thought smugly.

Christian smiled, a cynical upturn of his lips, and said, "Bon soir, Ms. Rosenberg." Always a fan of having the last word, he gently set the receiver down and tapped his fingers on his desk's shiny surface, deep in thought.

Frazzle rest

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 15:11:14 GMT

Tara's been a little frazzled since I got back, worried something else might come along and steal the time we have. So I kinda decided to pamper her a little tonight. Nothing fancy, just dinner.

After which, there was some snuggling...

They're back!

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 15:04:19 GMT

They’re back! They’re all back! Well, not all. We’re still missin’ a few, but the more important ones in my mind are back –I didn’t mean it to sound as though the other’s aren’t important, because they are!--Tara figured that since Dawnie was made outta Buffy’s blood that she could use it to bring Buffy back, and sure enough there was Anya and Buffy!

We’re a little lost as to what happened to Cordelia, however, since she was with them at the time.

Xand’s back, too. He gave me the biggest hug when he saw me –a hug that surpassed one by Giles’ several years ago when he thought I was my evil-vamp-alternate-universe-self—this is good news, it means we’re that much closer to getting the others back.

Also, I got to callin’ Mr. LaManch and it turns out he’s been out of town for a while (who wouldda thunk it?), and even though he was busy at the time, he’d call me back with a new assignment. I thought for sure I was fired or something, but he assures me I’m still an employee. Heck, I’m still getting paid on a regular basis.

Just think of all the bills I can pay (which incidentally have been piled up since I left), so it looks like I’m paying 'em tomorrow. Well, it sure as heck beats being separated from my wife. Goddess, I can’t believe how much I missed her.

Busy little witch

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 14:26:56 GMT

I’ve been really unfocused lately, what with the others still bein’ missing an’ all. Fred says she might have an idea as to how to get the others back, so she’s gonna get one of Wes’ books to see what she can do. I know she an’ Tara have been workin’ really hard to get everyone back, I just hope this isn’t another dead end ‘cause morale’s low enough, you know?

I--uh, kinda went out the other day to do a goodbye to Charles, I mean, I know we weren’t the best of friends to begin with, but we grew on each other, ya know? He was sweet an’… okay, a little like Xand, to be honest, but he took care of me. I hope he got my message, anyway. I haven’t really given much thought to catchin’ up with the others. Mostly because a.) that way leads to uncomfortableness, and b.) I’m still majorly hunting down my boss to see if I’m still on the payroll. Just because you’re in an alternate time-line doesn’t mean you can’t hand in your work on time (well, okay, it does mean that but I can’t exactly tell my boss I went back in time. Even if he knows a lot more than he’s lettin’ on).

Okay, I know this is probably gonna sound weird an’ all, but I kinda miss bein’ in Prussia. Being surrounded by so much power and unity. I mean, I get that here too with Tara! It’s just… magically fulfilling. If that makes sense. I did more magic there than I have done in the last five months and even though I’ve been busy, it just seems wrong somehow.

I don’t know.... it's just a very weird thing to realize, is all.

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 14:04:01 GMT

Willow sat at the waters edge, the ripples of water flowing over small rocks and sand, creating a constant sound which she could only think of as serenity. She wore her hair tied back for the occasion, and a white cotton dress which flowed down to her knees. She could feel the sand between her toes. Tears begin to well in her eyes, though she kept to her task, creating a small raft with an offering of Juniper, Basil, Bay, Yew, Alyssum and Parsley, all of which were centered inside rose petals and rosemary sprigs.

"The wheel of life turns,
The cycle of rebirth continues.
Those beyond life,
You are remembered today.
Gifts of love and hope,
Are offered whole heartedly,
To those we remember
to those we do not,
to all of those we have lost.
Dark Lady and Dark Lord,
In your gentle embrace,
Our dead you have taken.
All thread of life are cut,
All threads are woven anew.
May the wheel turn,
And begin the cycle again.
We give freely
Juniper for love
Yew for rebirth
Bay for strength
parsley for cleansing
Alyssum for happiness
Basil for peace.
May our blessings be received.
You are remembered."

Willow lowered her head in silent contemplation, she picked up her offering, took a few steps into the ocean and cast it into the sea.

Bein' back

Sun, 17 Jul 2005 07:46:19 GMT

I… I don’t understand what happened. It was just so fast. Angelus had Gunn and snapped his neck, snapped it like a twig. Like it was nothing. He was enjoying himself.

I jus’… I don’t understand why. I could’ve done something to help, I could have… and now he’s dead and I don’t know what to think. It’s my fault. He should be here.

No one should die like that.

…And at the hands of Angelus.

Tara’s been real supportive, nursing me to good health. I’ve been all avoidy, not really wantin’ to tell her what happened, but there’s only so much until she asks, you know? Not to mention the fact that she hasn’t let me out of her sight since I got back, so it’s even more uncomfortable.

I’ve been given the basic run-down, ‘parrently Buffy, Giles, Angel, Cordelia, Harmony, Wes an’ Anya are still all missin’ –I was sorta hopin’ I wouldn’t be the first back-- . Spike and Xand went to L.A. to do the superhero thing, leaving Fred, Faith an’ Oz here (and boy haven’t I been avoiding him?) to help out as best they could.

An’ that leaves Riley, my baby an’ Dawnie (who seems different somehow) to worry like crazy, but seenin’ me back has made them more hopeful.

…I just wish I had better news.

Almost home.

Tue, 22 Mar 2005 11:49:22 GMT

Freya came back to camp last night, she looked a little worse for wear --and who wouldn't after being alone out in the middle of nowhere (although I guess it isn't nowhere for her) for a week?-- but otherwise, she's healthy.

An', you know, to be honest, I'm not sure why she left in the first place. The Svean sisters had to spell it out for me. Apparently Freya went to consult with Higher Powers, or Spirits (my translations a little rusty), about how to proceed with Gunn, Angelus an' myself.

For starters, she wouldn't look at us. I mean, after how we came here and everything she was always nice enough to... the younger sister always blamed us, I think. You know, for what happened. But Freya always said 'what must be must be'. (I'm hoping I got the translation right, anyway. She could have said 'you'll get yours' and I wouldn't know the difference. I'm more magically inclined. Giles was good with translations. Giles. I miss Giles).

Setting my suspicions aside, Freya was able to retrieve all the ingredients for our spell. Which, come to think of it, were really herbs for protective purposes (Agrimony, Aloes powder, etc). Just to make sure things to smoothly and a specter doesn't latch on for the ride ('cause that's always fun).

The next mystical alignment is almost here, we'll know for certain when there's a green circle around the next full moon (that's the prime time to do the spell). If we do the spell too early, then... nothing'll happen. Too late. Same thing.

There's somethin' else I sorta neglected to tell Gunn until last night. There's a chance, a very minute chance that if the spell isn't performed exactly, or is stopped at any point in the proceedings, time itself could unravel. Time and space.

We could very well destroy all existence as we know it. Not something I wanna do, but it's a possibility, so I've been workin' extra hard to not screw up. Gunn's even helpin' out makin' talismans to set around the stone alter. So, we're ready (or as ready as we'll ever be). We're just waiting on the moon.

Goddess, I hope this works.

We walk alone

Sat, 12 Mar 2005 01:07:13 GMT

The last six days...
* Freya left us to speak to the ånder. She hasn't be seen or heard of since.
* We've moved camp, sometimes twice in the same day. Inga's become paranoid that kreatur uten sjel is nearby, most days it's all she talks about. She's worried that the kreat-- Angelus--she's worried he's done something to Freya.
* We've met several other Svean priestesses (you know, we could have used their help a few days ago), whom also haven't heard news of Freya, but have offered us shelter and food for the time being.

...I've been having the dream again. Brief flashes and instances of what happened, memories.

Tara and I are snuggling in bed, completely content. She cuddles close to me and looks up, she can see the worry lines on my face and leans close to me, brushing her nose across my cheek. "Hey ... is there some kinda ... I mean, when you're gay lesbian girlfriend lovers, is there a special ring you buy or something? To show you're going steady?" I don't remember where it came from, or why it was so important, but she said: 'You don't have to get me anything, Willow. I just want you, and to make you happy.'

Flash into a cellar, Angelus stalks around me in a dominating stance. 'Need to get you a collar...if you're mine, you need to be marked as such, so others know not to touch you.' It seemed like such a natural thing to say, and the way he stood over me, the tone in his voice. I couldn't move, couldn't argue with him. More importantly, I didn't want to. I felt so numb inside, it was all I could do from dying. But hadn't I already? Loosing everything I knew and loved? "Don't the scars show your ownership?" He leans down beside me, stroking my face in what would normally be considered an affectionate manner. "That they do..."

Flash.

"Whose are you?" He's got his fingers wrapped around her neck, his fangs are bared. He wants an answer now but I can't give it to him. I can't. Tara, please, stop crying. It'll be okay. I won't let anything happen to you. He pulls her closer to him, his thumb playing dangerously across her neck, "Whose are you?!"

"Tara!" I scream. I always scream her name when I wake up. I wonder what my answer would be for a minute, who would I choose? But the answer is always the same. Tara...