drabble post: "Sleepy"
First, a question. Am I the only one who has a s00per!sekrit memories category for recs to my fic? I feel so utterly shameless.
[Willow/Wesley/Fred, sort of. For Cady, just 'cos. Set during "Orpheus," I suppose.]
Sleepy
Willow loves watching girls sleep. Tara looked unearthly, angelic when she slept; Kennedy looks even younger than she is, and her face softens into a less petulant version of its daytime self. Willow finds it easy to be in love with Kennedy when the lights are off.
Fred sleeps at the foot of the bed, curled into a ball. Her face is pressed against the book she was reading before sleep claimed her, and she's smiling slightly, as if the book has followed her into her dreams.
"She's lovely, isn't she?"
Willow gives Wesley a weak smile. "Beautiful," she whispers.
[Willow/Wesley/Fred, sort of. For Cady, just 'cos. Set during "Orpheus," I suppose.]
Sleepy
Willow loves watching girls sleep. Tara looked unearthly, angelic when she slept; Kennedy looks even younger than she is, and her face softens into a less petulant version of its daytime self. Willow finds it easy to be in love with Kennedy when the lights are off.
Fred sleeps at the foot of the bed, curled into a ball. Her face is pressed against the book she was reading before sleep claimed her, and she's smiling slightly, as if the book has followed her into her dreams.
"She's lovely, isn't she?"
Willow gives Wesley a weak smile. "Beautiful," she whispers.