Snippet: Thunder Without Sound

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*hug*

Anne-Lise.

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"A...are you sure we should be doing this spell?" Tara asked. "Love 
spells are very d...dangerous if they're miscast."
Willow let her fingers cascade through Tara's hair. "It'd be fun!" 
she justified. "Letting ourselves act as a conduit for pure 
emotion... Well, I think it'd be fun..." She blushed.
"And don't forget the great sex." Tara pointed out.
"That too." Willow's grin belied any concerns.
Tara weakened. "Okay, let's do it!"


*

"Where're you going?" Dawn stared at her sister with grief-stricken 
eyes.
"To church," Buffy replied as she shrugged into her coat. "I need 
to..."
Dawn nodded. "Its okay. Say a prayer for me too?"
"I will."

*

"Encha nossos corpos com o mais puro o amor," the two naked wiccas 
chanted as their love spell gathered pace. Tara's eyes glowed briefly 
and she broke off her chant to stare with hungry eyes at Willow's 
nude body.
Willow frowned. Why was this girl staring at her this way? Where 
was her love... Her thoughts fell away, stripped of form. She could 
only see one face in her mind, remember one name in her thoughts, 
feel only for one person... Her true love...
"Buffy," she whispered.
Tara leaped at her and she screamed.

*

In the still gloom of the church Buffy sat on a vacant pew, her 
soul aching for her mother's loss. Suddenly her head snapped back as 
a strange power whipped through her body. Her eyes glowed briefly 
with ethereal light and energy whipped out from her in all directions 
like a peal of silent thunder.
The surrounding pews scattered outwards in concentric circles from 
where she'd been sitting, and the stained-glass windows shattered in 
unison. Whatever memories she'd been thinking about or feeling were 
lost to be replaced with a single, pure, focused need.
"Willow," she whispered.

*

In the room they shared, Willow fought off Tara with magic, blunt 
instruments and fingernails.
"Pode você cair no amor com uma vaca!" Willow cried as Tara tried to 
force her mouth against hers. The spell had no effect. Tara still 
seemed crazed. She needed the Slayer... Needed her so badly...
"Buffy!" Willow cried out.

*

End.