Drabblage: Earth

[beer_good_foamy]

Happy birthday mygothangel and bruisexviolet83!

Also, drabble for open_on_sunday's challenge "Earth":

It's All Connected
Post-"Grave"

Willow leans against a tree half a world from home, feeling the bark, the roots, the earth.

So much life, power, possibility, loneliness.

So easy to reach out all the way to a California graveyard, caress her coffin, tell the worms to stay the hell away, preserve her, fix the unfixable. Maybe even...

So tempting to violate natural order, everything her lover believed in. To tell herself it's for Tara's sake, not her own. To slip into darkness.

Giles keeps finding Willow on paved roads, second floors, in rubber-tyred cars, crying, begging to be disconnected, weakened, unable to hurt anyone.


I'm not really this morbid in real life. Promise.