Willow Rosenberg (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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regret_tomorrow2013-02-14 07:39 pm
chalky) wrote in regret_tomorrow2013-02-14 07:39 pm
mystic falls | you're an island and my ship has run aground
Willow changes her grip on the steering wheel. She can feel the energy. Big mojo has gone down. And it isn't the first time. What she knows is that months back, before the summer even started something happened. The balance was upset. Something that happened shouldn't have happened and ever since, the spirits have been restless. Her network of witches kept her informed. It's hard not to monitor something like that when she can feel the shifts in energy in her bones.
Everything connects.
Outside of the crackle of energy, Willow is trying very hard not to ask Buffy about what might not even be a relationship. Slayers talk. The big hoop-la lately is whether or not Buffy and Riley are really Buffy and Riley. They might just be Buffy - and - Riley. Separate entities brought back into each other's orbits. Should Buffy want to talk about it, Willow is there.
"Welcome to Mystic Falls," Willow says, reading the sign they pass. "The sign is friendly," she says, glancing to Buffy. It doesn't give away anything. To the outside world, Mystic Falls is a small town in Virginia with a passionate historical society. Their website rivals other small towns. But, there's an underbelly. A big, honkin underbelly of vampire activity. There's a powerful witch somewhere in this town and she did something big.
"The town is big on celebrations. Very into its history. They have founding families and everything." Sunnydale had never been this into itself. No, Sunnydale did not have school or town spirit.
She glances over at Buffy again as they drive into what looks like the town square.
"Where to?" She slows down, taking note of the restaurant, the bench, the small shops. It's a very quaint small town. Truth be told, she doesn't exactly know where to start. She knows that the sun won't set for hours so they should be good on vampires. She pulls up to the curb so they can get their bearings. Putting the car into park, she gives their surroundings another look.
Everything connects.
Outside of the crackle of energy, Willow is trying very hard not to ask Buffy about what might not even be a relationship. Slayers talk. The big hoop-la lately is whether or not Buffy and Riley are really Buffy and Riley. They might just be Buffy - and - Riley. Separate entities brought back into each other's orbits. Should Buffy want to talk about it, Willow is there.
"Welcome to Mystic Falls," Willow says, reading the sign they pass. "The sign is friendly," she says, glancing to Buffy. It doesn't give away anything. To the outside world, Mystic Falls is a small town in Virginia with a passionate historical society. Their website rivals other small towns. But, there's an underbelly. A big, honkin underbelly of vampire activity. There's a powerful witch somewhere in this town and she did something big.
"The town is big on celebrations. Very into its history. They have founding families and everything." Sunnydale had never been this into itself. No, Sunnydale did not have school or town spirit.
She glances over at Buffy again as they drive into what looks like the town square.
"Where to?" She slows down, taking note of the restaurant, the bench, the small shops. It's a very quaint small town. Truth be told, she doesn't exactly know where to start. She knows that the sun won't set for hours so they should be good on vampires. She pulls up to the curb so they can get their bearings. Putting the car into park, she gives their surroundings another look.
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"Like that ever stops me," he jokes, half interested, really. "They're not together, are they?" Considering the lesbian information he'd overheard.
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They should really be focusing on the Alaric problem.
He'll finish his glass in front him.
"Good for her," he replies, unsurprised. Riley, he'd guess is the name of said guy. "Well, this was fun. I don't suppose you've seen my brother today?"
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Either way, even though the answer is no, he stands up and puts down a twenty.
"See you around, Anna."
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