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Title: A Wiccan Rhapsody
Authoress: _cryinginside_
Rating: PG (13, considering Lesbian content, but ah hell, who's counting?)
The town of Sunnydale seemed peaceful. Vamps were at an all-time low, demon activity was pretty much nil.
Willow was happily in love with Tara. It was spring, birds were singing, the sun was shining… ahh yes, sweet bliss.
The two girls were holding hands and walking down the street. Just a stroll, enjoying tranquility. They’d been together a year now, and Willow’s mind was racing with Matrimonial ideas. ‘I mean, we’ve been together a year, we’ve got the dating out of the way, and I can’t imagine the rest of my life without her. So, why not?’ she thought to herself, thinking that telling Tara how she REALLY felt was a good idea.
She gripped Tara’s hand firmly at the thought. ‘And we can invite Buffy and everyone… or maybe have a private wedding? I really don’t think my Mom would like to show up to Lesbian nuptials..and I don’t even know Tara’s parents..’
She worried constantly that Tara wouldn’t be pleased with anything she planned, so she just tried harder to make everything perfect. Thus began the vicious cycle of “This should be good…wait, what if she doesn’t like it? Okay, what about this…”, bringing herself near hysteria.
Angel found her in distress and asked what was up. She showed him the rather NICE ring she’d saved up for and purchased for Tara.
He examined it closely. “Wow.. you didn’t kill anyone I know to get this, did you..?”
But Willow didn’t catch his attempt at humor, still being rather distraught.
“Well, no, but I mean, I don’t know if that’s good enough, and I don’t have everything planned out yet, and I’m worried that she won’t like anything I do, and what about her parents? I haven’t even met them yet, maybe she thinks I’m not good enough to be introduced to them, oh NO, what if they don’t want her to marry a girl? What’m I gonna do….they’ll probably hate me..”
She sat down on a headstone and put her face in her hands.
‘Wow,’ he thought, ‘She’s really thought this out…’
He thought to himself for a moment, then said, “Being human makes it hard for things to be perfect. Even with money, something’ll go wrong.”
Muffled by her hands, “Yes, but WHAT?” was heard from the distressed Willow.
“Don’t try to make it perfect. Take it one step at a time, as it comes and deal with it then.”
“But…”
“Planning ahead doesn’t really do much good. Too many variables.”
“Still..I want-“
He grabbed her gently by the shoulders. “Look at me. No, look.”
She begrudgingly lifted her head.
“Beating yourself up over something that--even it did work out right--is only a fleeting thing will do nobody any good. Understand?”
Willow slowly shook her head.
He sighed and took a different approach, one that was really unlike him.
“You KNOW something will go wrong, and if you use magick to fix it, what price will you have to pay? You don’t want to lose Tara completely over something that was originally intended to keep you together. Am I right?”
Willow nodded.
“Don’t TRY to do anything perfect, ever. It won’t work, except in the rarest occasions. This is one of those things where perfection may make things crumble to pieces. Look at it differently. If it’s something you’ll like, nine times out of ten, she will too. You don’t like perfection, do you? Perfection is usually the farthest thing from your mind.”
She nodded again.
“So, what makes you think that Tara will like perfection? She will, because you did it for her, sure. But, to make it something that she’ll REALLY like, completely and totally, just make it beatiful. Get where I’m going with all this?”
“Yeah…kinda.”
‘Well,’ Angel thought to himself, ‘At least you’re getting somewhere.’
“Inner beauty is one of those things that’s ‘flawless’ whether you think it’s ‘perfect’ or not. It could have a little kink in it, but that’s what makes it pretty. Okay so far?”
Willow nodded again.
Angel pursued slowly, trying not to make anything confusing.
“Inner beauty is one of the things that attracted you two together, right?”
Willow nodded, a smile coming to her face this time.
“Okay, so try and do that with this. Find the inner beauty in something you BOTH like. Make a lasting memory, and make it a good one that she can’t, and won’t want to, forget.”
Willow sighed, her mind made up. It was more of a sigh of relief as well as decision.
She stood up.
“Thanks Angel…I really needed that…”
“Welcome.”
She did something then, that he didn’t expect. He soon found himself being hugged with tremendous force.
“Uh…”
Willow was actually happy this time, genuinely pleased.
“This is gonna be great…”
“Okaaayyy…” Angel was still taken aback.
Willow looked at him.
“D’you know where I can get rose petals, cheap? I kinda blew the pot on the ring..”
Angel smiled. “Don’t worry about it. Where d’you need them?”
Willow bounced with definite glee.
Angel had the boxes delivered about two hours before Tara was due to get off work. Willow had checked beforehand to see if she was staying after, to which she said no.
“Oooh… I am SUCH a schemer..” Willow giggled to herself, with a touch of impishness in her voice as she laid out her plan and set it to work.
“Willow?” Tara said, her voice full of question. Willow usually greeted her at the door, but she may be busy with something. She walked in the door and her foot stepped on something that made a soft crunching noise beneath her feet.
‘Huh? What is this? A…rose petal?’ Tara thought to herself.
She noticed a definite trail made from petals of dark red roses, leading down the hallway. She followed them, half-scared, half-eager.
“W-willow?” she said, her voice soft.
She continued to follow the petals, until they seemingly stopped in front of the bedroom she shared with Willow.
‘What is going on? This is really confusing..’
She opened the door precariously.
The room was unusually dark. She could see the faintest hint of red on the floor.
“Will-oh!” she called out, but something stopped her short.
Willow lit a match and proceeded to light three candles spread about the room.
She took a deep breath and picked up the box.
Tara asked, almost angrily. “Willow, what’s going on?”
Turning around, she lifted the lid on the box and smiled.
“Umm.. Tara? I know this may seem kinda soon, but..” she knelt on one knee and looked hopefully into Tara’s eyes.
Tara was speechless, her eyes filling with tears.
“Would you hold onto this for me..forever?”
Xander examined his Tuxedo in the mirror. ‘Not bad, if I do say so myself.’
Giles popped his head into the room. “Xander, are you almost finished? It’s almost time.”
Xander took a deep breath and said, “Yeah. Shall we?”
He joking offered his arm, to which Giles politely declined.
“Hey, it’s not every day you get this kinda offer from a best man.”
Giles smiled.
Buffy was in Willow’s dressing room. Willow had chosen quite an elegant gown, that was floorlength, but not too long.
Her hair hung about her shoulders and Buffy was about in tears.
“Buffy? Are you okay?”
She quickly straigtened and ordered her voice not to quiver.
“Yep, fine. Maid of Honor’s..honor.” she nodded.
Willow hugged her. “You’re the best Buffy.”
Tears unwillingly flowed from her eyes. “Yeah, I know.”
Dawn Summers had agreed to help Tara. Not that she minded, of course. She was actually very happy that Tara and Willow were getting together.
Dawn fastened the snaps on the back of Tara’s dress. “There! That should do it.”
Tara turned around, taking a few experimental steps in her dress. There wasn’t a real long train to it, just about 7 or 8 inches.
Dawn straightened her veil carefully and pulled it over Tara’s face.
She nodded. “’Kay. All set.”
“D-do.. do I look okay?”
Dawn smiled wide. “Oh yeah. Definitely. What about me? I’m all over the bridesmaid thing.”
Tara smiled. “Y-yeah. That color is definitely good on you.”
Dawn shrugged. “I never thought I’d look good in Periwinkle. The dress was Buffy’s idea.”
Willow took her place at the altar. Xander stood adjacent to her, on her right. Buffy stood on her left.
Dawn rushed up to take her place at the front of the row of Bridesmaids. There was a very few, but that didn’t really matter.
It was pretty much Dawn, Joyce, Cordelia (Yes! Cordy!) Amy and Ms. Calendar.
It was almost sundown. ‘Good,’ Willow thought, ‘Angel should be able to show up for the reception, like he wanted.’
People started standing. As the doors opened and Tara started walking down the aisle, Willow realized, ‘This is it. No turning back.’
She also realized. ‘Good. ‘Cause I’m not going anywhere.’
After that, it was just a blur. They said their “I do”’s, and all Willow really listened to was, “You may now kiss the bride.”
Willow delicately lifted back the veil, and paused for only a second before giving Tara her first kiss as Mrs. Tara Rosenburg.
-End
Authoress: _cryinginside_
Rating: PG (13, considering Lesbian content, but ah hell, who's counting?)
The town of Sunnydale seemed peaceful. Vamps were at an all-time low, demon activity was pretty much nil.
Willow was happily in love with Tara. It was spring, birds were singing, the sun was shining… ahh yes, sweet bliss.
The two girls were holding hands and walking down the street. Just a stroll, enjoying tranquility. They’d been together a year now, and Willow’s mind was racing with Matrimonial ideas. ‘I mean, we’ve been together a year, we’ve got the dating out of the way, and I can’t imagine the rest of my life without her. So, why not?’ she thought to herself, thinking that telling Tara how she REALLY felt was a good idea.
She gripped Tara’s hand firmly at the thought. ‘And we can invite Buffy and everyone… or maybe have a private wedding? I really don’t think my Mom would like to show up to Lesbian nuptials..and I don’t even know Tara’s parents..’
She worried constantly that Tara wouldn’t be pleased with anything she planned, so she just tried harder to make everything perfect. Thus began the vicious cycle of “This should be good…wait, what if she doesn’t like it? Okay, what about this…”, bringing herself near hysteria.
Angel found her in distress and asked what was up. She showed him the rather NICE ring she’d saved up for and purchased for Tara.
He examined it closely. “Wow.. you didn’t kill anyone I know to get this, did you..?”
But Willow didn’t catch his attempt at humor, still being rather distraught.
“Well, no, but I mean, I don’t know if that’s good enough, and I don’t have everything planned out yet, and I’m worried that she won’t like anything I do, and what about her parents? I haven’t even met them yet, maybe she thinks I’m not good enough to be introduced to them, oh NO, what if they don’t want her to marry a girl? What’m I gonna do….they’ll probably hate me..”
She sat down on a headstone and put her face in her hands.
‘Wow,’ he thought, ‘She’s really thought this out…’
He thought to himself for a moment, then said, “Being human makes it hard for things to be perfect. Even with money, something’ll go wrong.”
Muffled by her hands, “Yes, but WHAT?” was heard from the distressed Willow.
“Don’t try to make it perfect. Take it one step at a time, as it comes and deal with it then.”
“But…”
“Planning ahead doesn’t really do much good. Too many variables.”
“Still..I want-“
He grabbed her gently by the shoulders. “Look at me. No, look.”
She begrudgingly lifted her head.
“Beating yourself up over something that--even it did work out right--is only a fleeting thing will do nobody any good. Understand?”
Willow slowly shook her head.
He sighed and took a different approach, one that was really unlike him.
“You KNOW something will go wrong, and if you use magick to fix it, what price will you have to pay? You don’t want to lose Tara completely over something that was originally intended to keep you together. Am I right?”
Willow nodded.
“Don’t TRY to do anything perfect, ever. It won’t work, except in the rarest occasions. This is one of those things where perfection may make things crumble to pieces. Look at it differently. If it’s something you’ll like, nine times out of ten, she will too. You don’t like perfection, do you? Perfection is usually the farthest thing from your mind.”
She nodded again.
“So, what makes you think that Tara will like perfection? She will, because you did it for her, sure. But, to make it something that she’ll REALLY like, completely and totally, just make it beatiful. Get where I’m going with all this?”
“Yeah…kinda.”
‘Well,’ Angel thought to himself, ‘At least you’re getting somewhere.’
“Inner beauty is one of those things that’s ‘flawless’ whether you think it’s ‘perfect’ or not. It could have a little kink in it, but that’s what makes it pretty. Okay so far?”
Willow nodded again.
Angel pursued slowly, trying not to make anything confusing.
“Inner beauty is one of the things that attracted you two together, right?”
Willow nodded, a smile coming to her face this time.
“Okay, so try and do that with this. Find the inner beauty in something you BOTH like. Make a lasting memory, and make it a good one that she can’t, and won’t want to, forget.”
Willow sighed, her mind made up. It was more of a sigh of relief as well as decision.
She stood up.
“Thanks Angel…I really needed that…”
“Welcome.”
She did something then, that he didn’t expect. He soon found himself being hugged with tremendous force.
“Uh…”
Willow was actually happy this time, genuinely pleased.
“This is gonna be great…”
“Okaaayyy…” Angel was still taken aback.
Willow looked at him.
“D’you know where I can get rose petals, cheap? I kinda blew the pot on the ring..”
Angel smiled. “Don’t worry about it. Where d’you need them?”
Willow bounced with definite glee.
Angel had the boxes delivered about two hours before Tara was due to get off work. Willow had checked beforehand to see if she was staying after, to which she said no.
“Oooh… I am SUCH a schemer..” Willow giggled to herself, with a touch of impishness in her voice as she laid out her plan and set it to work.
“Willow?” Tara said, her voice full of question. Willow usually greeted her at the door, but she may be busy with something. She walked in the door and her foot stepped on something that made a soft crunching noise beneath her feet.
‘Huh? What is this? A…rose petal?’ Tara thought to herself.
She noticed a definite trail made from petals of dark red roses, leading down the hallway. She followed them, half-scared, half-eager.
“W-willow?” she said, her voice soft.
She continued to follow the petals, until they seemingly stopped in front of the bedroom she shared with Willow.
‘What is going on? This is really confusing..’
She opened the door precariously.
The room was unusually dark. She could see the faintest hint of red on the floor.
“Will-oh!” she called out, but something stopped her short.
Willow lit a match and proceeded to light three candles spread about the room.
She took a deep breath and picked up the box.
Tara asked, almost angrily. “Willow, what’s going on?”
Turning around, she lifted the lid on the box and smiled.
“Umm.. Tara? I know this may seem kinda soon, but..” she knelt on one knee and looked hopefully into Tara’s eyes.
Tara was speechless, her eyes filling with tears.
“Would you hold onto this for me..forever?”
Xander examined his Tuxedo in the mirror. ‘Not bad, if I do say so myself.’
Giles popped his head into the room. “Xander, are you almost finished? It’s almost time.”
Xander took a deep breath and said, “Yeah. Shall we?”
He joking offered his arm, to which Giles politely declined.
“Hey, it’s not every day you get this kinda offer from a best man.”
Giles smiled.
Buffy was in Willow’s dressing room. Willow had chosen quite an elegant gown, that was floorlength, but not too long.
Her hair hung about her shoulders and Buffy was about in tears.
“Buffy? Are you okay?”
She quickly straigtened and ordered her voice not to quiver.
“Yep, fine. Maid of Honor’s..honor.” she nodded.
Willow hugged her. “You’re the best Buffy.”
Tears unwillingly flowed from her eyes. “Yeah, I know.”
Dawn Summers had agreed to help Tara. Not that she minded, of course. She was actually very happy that Tara and Willow were getting together.
Dawn fastened the snaps on the back of Tara’s dress. “There! That should do it.”
Tara turned around, taking a few experimental steps in her dress. There wasn’t a real long train to it, just about 7 or 8 inches.
Dawn straightened her veil carefully and pulled it over Tara’s face.
She nodded. “’Kay. All set.”
“D-do.. do I look okay?”
Dawn smiled wide. “Oh yeah. Definitely. What about me? I’m all over the bridesmaid thing.”
Tara smiled. “Y-yeah. That color is definitely good on you.”
Dawn shrugged. “I never thought I’d look good in Periwinkle. The dress was Buffy’s idea.”
Willow took her place at the altar. Xander stood adjacent to her, on her right. Buffy stood on her left.
Dawn rushed up to take her place at the front of the row of Bridesmaids. There was a very few, but that didn’t really matter.
It was pretty much Dawn, Joyce, Cordelia (Yes! Cordy!) Amy and Ms. Calendar.
It was almost sundown. ‘Good,’ Willow thought, ‘Angel should be able to show up for the reception, like he wanted.’
People started standing. As the doors opened and Tara started walking down the aisle, Willow realized, ‘This is it. No turning back.’
She also realized. ‘Good. ‘Cause I’m not going anywhere.’
After that, it was just a blur. They said their “I do”’s, and all Willow really listened to was, “You may now kiss the bride.”
Willow delicately lifted back the veil, and paused for only a second before giving Tara her first kiss as Mrs. Tara Rosenburg.
-End