Re: The Willow and Buffy Song 3/?

[Deanna <pride272001@xxxxxxxxx>]

More please, I love it!!

--- batoutofhell25 <acepilot87@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
> And here we have Chapter 3. Whaddya think? Any good?
> 
> "The Willow and Buffy Song"
> Acepilot87
> 
> Disclaimers: The mighty Joss Whedon created these
> wonderful
> characters...I'm just re-writing his work so it
> comes out like it was
> meant to. The music is, once again, by Nick Cave -
> this time we have
> "The Ship Song" from the album "The Good Son".
> Pairing: Buffy and Willow (for real this time)
> Rating: PG-15 (Is that a real rating?) for angst.
> Nothing major.
> Feedback: Gotta have it. Post a review, or hit me
> with an e-mail
> (batoutofhell25@xxxxxxxxx and
> acepilot87@xxxxxxxxxxx)
> Distribution: Just tell me where - I don't care.
> (That wasn't meant to
> rhyme) Can be found on "I Kind Of Love You"...
> Setting/Spoilers: Follows on immediately from "An
> Interventionist
> God", so all setting/spoilers warnings for that
> still apply...
> Authors Notes: Well, here's the third
> chapter...sorry that the last
> one was kind of lousy, I just wanted to get the base
> for this settled.
> Right, here we go.
> Dedication: To Kylie and Amanda...because they
> remind me of Buffy and
> Willow. They really should get together, but other
> people are too busy
> running their lives...
> 
> Chapter 3
> Come Sail Your Ships Around Me
> Acepilot87
> 
> Buffy stepped into the darkened auditorium. It was
> indeed music. She
> could see the musician on stage...and she was
> completely shocked at
> who it was that was playing the piano. Her fingers
> worked effortlessly
> on the keys, her red mane flowing around her head.
> The song was
> beautiful, and Buffy was instantly caught in it's
> flow, but she
> couldn't quite pick what it was.
> It didn't really matter though. As captivated as she
> was by the music,
> it in no way compared to the way she was captivated
> by the pianist.
> Slowly, cautiously, she walked down the aisle, in
> between the chairs,
> towards the stage.
> 
> ---
> 
> Willow was semi-concious of the fact that there may
> have been someone
> in the hall with her. She quietly told her
> subconcious that it was
> being ridiculous, and that there was no-one in there
> with her. No-one
> could have broken her lock...
> Which was when her subconcious looked at the clock
> on the wall.
> It had been more than an hour...meaning her spell
> would have worn off.
> She whipped her head around, hands falling from the
> suddenly forgotten
> piano to grope for the bag beside her on the floor,
> which contained
> her vampire fighting supplies.
> She then focussed on who was standing in the aisle.
> "Don't stop." The blonde slayer said.
> 
> ---
> 
> "Buffy?" Willow breathed quietly, somewhat
> disbelieving. "What are you
> doing here?"
> Buffy shrugged. "There was a vamp busting in. I
> dusted him, and I
> thought I heard music." She grinned slightly, and
> Willow realised how
> long it had been since Buffy genuinely smiled.
> Around her, anyway. "It
> turns out I did."
> Willow wasn't sure how to respond, so she just
> settled on an, "Oh, uh,
> yeah." She found it decidedly strange that she,
> Willow Rosenberg, the
> most legendary babbler in Sunnydale history, was at
> a complete loss
> for words - whether they made sense or otherwise.
> "Do you do this often?" Buffy asked, indicating the
> piano.
> Willow looked at the piano as if wondering what
> Buffy was talking
> about, then it struck her. "Oh, play. Uh, every now
> and then."
> Buffy nodded. "Why haven't you played for me
> before?" the slayer asked.
> 'I wasn't aware I was playing for you now.' Willow
> thought, but didn't
> voice it. "I don't like to play in front of other
> people."
> "Do you sing too?" Buffy asked.
> Willow shrugged, for a moment forgetting the tense
> state that she and
> Buffy were in. "Occasionaly. I'm no good." Her face
> flushed red as she
> realised that she'd just admitted to singing.
> Buffy looked up shyly. "I don't suppose..."
> Willow shook her head with a little bit of fear in
> her eyes. "No, no,
> no, no...I really, really don't sing in front of
> other people."
> Buffy's shoulders slumped...she really wanted to
> hear Willow sing. She
> didn't know why...maybe it just had to do with the
> revelation she'd
> had tonight - the revelation that, though she
> valiantly tried to deny,
> was completely correct and in existence - or maybe
> it was just in an
> effort towards rebuilding their friendship. She
> didn't care.
> "Oh well..." Buffy said. "I guess I'll just let you
> get back to it
> then." She turned to leave.
> Willow suddenly felt pain grab at her chest. "Wait,
> Buffy..." She
> called out to the Slayer's retreating back.
> Buffy turned around, putting on her puppy-dog eyes,
> hoping they still
> effected Willow.
> "I won't sing." Willow said.
> Buffy shrugged. "That's okay." She said, suddenly
> completely upbeat.
> She took a seat in the front row.
> 
> ---
> 
> Willow took a deep breath and turned back to the
> keyboard. She hadn't
> played for anyone in...well, she hadn't really
> played for anyone since
> she learned how to play, and that someone was her
> instructor.
> But, this was Buffy. And the fact that Buffy hadn't
> just checked she
> was alright and left at least suggested that she was
> willing to work
> on their friendship. At least, that was what Willow
> hoped it meant.
> 'Right, stop thinking Rosenberg. Just play.'
> And with that, she gave herself over to her
> escape...but this time,
> she brought the person who might still be her best
> friend along.
> 
> /Come sail your ships around me
> And burn your bridges down
> We make a little history baby
> Every time you come around
> Come loose your doves upon me
> And let your hair hang down
> You are a little mystery too me
> Every time you call around\
> 
> Buffy was completely entranced. She watched Willow
> move and wondered
> vaguely if the redhead had any idea how beautiful
> she looked when she
> was doing this. There was a strange fluidity and
> grace that leant
> itself naturally to the wicca, no matter how much
> Will herself tried
> to deny it - and it all seemed to come out as she
> played.
> 
> /We've talked about it all night long
> We define our moral ground
> But when I crawl into your arms
> Then everything - it comes tumbling down\
> 
> 'No-one is watching, no-one is watching. Just
> pretend no-one is
> watching...'
> 
> /Come sail your ships around me
> And burn your bridges down
> We make a little history, baby
> Every time you call around\
> 
> 
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