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Famous Last Words
Apr. 17th, 2007 09:37 am| Your Famous Last Words Will Be: |
 "I dunno, press the button and find out." |
*dies laughing* Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have touched the button.
Apr. 17th, 2007
*dies laughing* Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have touched the button.
Talking Muses - April Prompt 3B Postcard
Apr. 17th, 2007 09:54 ampostcard
Willow stared at the picture of the quaint English village on the front of the postcard. She'd thought a small little postcard to Buffy and the others would be a good first step in communication. Willow had thought wrong. What could she say? 'Hey, England is great and Giles is doing the Dumbledore thing and teaching me how to control magic. Oh by the way sorry about the whole trying to kill you thing. See ya. Willow'
She placed the postcard back on the blanket before stretching out on her stomach, tapping her tennis shoes together. Willow knew that a postcard wouldn't solve everything; she'd hoped it would be a first step. Her only problem was that she hadn't thought about what she was going to write. God, how could they not hate her? She'd tried to kill them. Okay, maybe not Warren hunt them down tried to kill them, but she had tried to end the world. A postcard wouldn't even begin to make up for that.
Her fingertip traced along the cardboard picture as she thought of her friends back in California. Did they even think about her or wonder what she was doing? Beyond wondering if she was going Darth Vader all over again. Did they think of Willow their friend, or Willow the person that tried to kill them. Buffy was right when she told Dawn the hardest thing in this world was living in it. It hurt.
Muse: Willow Rosenberg
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Word Count: 242
Willow stared at the picture of the quaint English village on the front of the postcard. She'd thought a small little postcard to Buffy and the others would be a good first step in communication. Willow had thought wrong. What could she say? 'Hey, England is great and Giles is doing the Dumbledore thing and teaching me how to control magic. Oh by the way sorry about the whole trying to kill you thing. See ya. Willow'
She placed the postcard back on the blanket before stretching out on her stomach, tapping her tennis shoes together. Willow knew that a postcard wouldn't solve everything; she'd hoped it would be a first step. Her only problem was that she hadn't thought about what she was going to write. God, how could they not hate her? She'd tried to kill them. Okay, maybe not Warren hunt them down tried to kill them, but she had tried to end the world. A postcard wouldn't even begin to make up for that.
Her fingertip traced along the cardboard picture as she thought of her friends back in California. Did they even think about her or wonder what she was doing? Beyond wondering if she was going Darth Vader all over again. Did they think of Willow their friend, or Willow the person that tried to kill them. Buffy was right when she told Dawn the hardest thing in this world was living in it. It hurt.
Muse: Willow Rosenberg
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Word Count: 242