BtVS fic: Feather Moon
Title: Feather Moon
Rating: PG13
Characters/parings: Willow/Tara
Setting: Season six, varied times (blue shirt warning applies)
Authors note: I heard a line in my mind and I followed it. 235 words, freeform.
Feather moon
Scarlet sky
Dead of night
How bright you glow
Breathe in breathe out
Exhale and inhale
Feather moon
Scarlet sky
I love you endlessly
Vienna Teng, Feather Moon
Willow tumbled out of bed, banging kneecaps and elbows as she hit the floor screaming, bedsheets tangled around her. Tara sat upright, awareness jolting through her, exploding hot in her stomach, "Willow!" She scrambled to her keening partner. Willow was clawing at her sleepshirt, doubled over, cheeks streaked with tears. "It hurts, oh god! Tara---!" she gasped heavily, clutching her heart.
"Oh no... What hurts, Willow? Your heart?" Tara caught Willow's face with her hand and pressed the fingertips of her other hand against Willow's neck, finding her pulse-point. Staccato beats thudded strongly against Tara's fingertips as the witch sent a questioning stream of magic into her lover. She brushed Willow's hands away and held her palm over Willow's heart. Willow moaned, clutching at her, "There's blood, Tara! So much blood... my hands..."
"Willow, there's nothing!" Her hand tingled, her magics fading. "There's nothing, you were dreaming." She gathered the trembling red head in her arms, smoothing her clothes, "It was just a dream. There's no blood. You're safe. I've got you, baby. I'll always find you."
~*~
Sunlight blazes behind Tara when the glass window shatters, surrounding her in a halo of shimmering diamonds. For a long moment Tara blinks, god touched, illuminated in gold, an incandescent goddess exhaling a fleeting question as Willow's face is splashed with crimson, drops of red run like bloody tears, her forgotten nightmare coalescing into reality.
~fin~
Rating: PG13
Characters/parings: Willow/Tara
Setting: Season six, varied times (blue shirt warning applies)
Authors note: I heard a line in my mind and I followed it. 235 words, freeform.
Feather moon
Scarlet sky
Dead of night
How bright you glow
Breathe in breathe out
Exhale and inhale
Feather moon
Scarlet sky
I love you endlessly
Vienna Teng, Feather Moon
Willow tumbled out of bed, banging kneecaps and elbows as she hit the floor screaming, bedsheets tangled around her. Tara sat upright, awareness jolting through her, exploding hot in her stomach, "Willow!" She scrambled to her keening partner. Willow was clawing at her sleepshirt, doubled over, cheeks streaked with tears. "It hurts, oh god! Tara---!" she gasped heavily, clutching her heart.
"Oh no... What hurts, Willow? Your heart?" Tara caught Willow's face with her hand and pressed the fingertips of her other hand against Willow's neck, finding her pulse-point. Staccato beats thudded strongly against Tara's fingertips as the witch sent a questioning stream of magic into her lover. She brushed Willow's hands away and held her palm over Willow's heart. Willow moaned, clutching at her, "There's blood, Tara! So much blood... my hands..."
"Willow, there's nothing!" Her hand tingled, her magics fading. "There's nothing, you were dreaming." She gathered the trembling red head in her arms, smoothing her clothes, "It was just a dream. There's no blood. You're safe. I've got you, baby. I'll always find you."
~*~
Sunlight blazes behind Tara when the glass window shatters, surrounding her in a halo of shimmering diamonds. For a long moment Tara blinks, god touched, illuminated in gold, an incandescent goddess exhaling a fleeting question as Willow's face is splashed with crimson, drops of red run like bloody tears, her forgotten nightmare coalescing into reality.
~fin~