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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby bouncer73 » Thu Jan 13, 2011 3:43 pm

you are so right...it would be cool if this was made into a movie..wow wow wow
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby Naeryn » Thu Jan 13, 2011 4:08 pm

I'm thinkin' miniseries. It's way too long and in depth for a movie. It'd have to be a two- or three-parter, and parts of it would probably be really slow.

Miniseries. Like the first season of Buffy. That would be a gooooooood 12 episodes.

That's my vote anyway.
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby TinyWillow » Thu Jan 13, 2011 11:06 pm

Dude! You're killing me here with the cliffhangers! I'm glad things are actually happening and moving forward, but this is torture! Please sir, may I have some more!!!
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby Guest » Sat Jan 15, 2011 12:17 pm

There were loads of things going on in my mind and heart after I read your last update especially as it touched upon a few personal chords. But you warmed my heart considerably Heather :) I am appreciative of your excellent writing skills and will sit back and enjoy the rest of the chapters without a single worry in the world now for I know you will dazzle us continually.

I absolutely love how you presented the conflictual emotions within Willow and Tara and it was also interesting to flow along your creation of a life lived on boundaries. That must have been the theme that has most agitated my sensitivity ever since I first fell across this beautiful story. It will be even more beautiful when they both stop "clinging" to their boundaries and instead embrace their unbounded selves. I do believe that in the end this is what matters the most whilst affirming one's sexuality.

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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby KnightlyLove » Mon Jan 24, 2011 8:08 pm

Updates yes!! Please please please!
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby LittleBit » Tue Feb 01, 2011 6:32 am

I love the way you're chronicling this story ... I really don't care how it comes out of you but I certainly appreciate the effort! And any good writer should be worried about character development ... characters are how people connect/relate to your story and I think you've got a large contingent of kittens into your story! :D

Your last update blew me away ... I want to shake both girls and tell them that hiding is not solving the issue! Willow is going to have to realise eventually that maybe she needs to fix things now and not in some computer-like order. People are not programs and there is not just one way to do something. She needs to start multi-tasking otherwise more bad things will happen!

I love that your writing makes me feel so connected to this story. I can see myself in their shoes and I can hear the same thoughts go through my head. I'm not saying that you're writing my story ... just that your characters seem so real, and that is such a rare gift.

Thanks for updating so soon and I hope this means that you're on a roll! :D
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby Jenga » Fri Feb 11, 2011 7:24 am

wow, this story was one of the first FF i read and im so in love with it. you capture the characters so well. and god the angst. i squealed for an embarrassing amount of time when i found out you where updating again.

im so excited!

this story is so close to my heart. please keep writing your style of writing is a film in my mind. truly breath taking.

your writing not my mind =p
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby babyglau » Wed Feb 16, 2011 4:14 am

Hey Heather,

You're doing such a good job with this fic, congratulations!

But I've to say, for God sake, what in the name of Zeus Willow's doing?!
Tara didn't deserved that, she didn't deserved that, we didn't deserved that ... com'on, everybody is waiting for ages for that kiss.

Please, don't torture us any longer. :pray

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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby sadie » Wed Feb 16, 2011 5:48 am

Naeryn wrote:I'm thinkin' miniseries. It's way too long and in depth for a movie. It'd have to be a two- or three-parter, and parts of it would probably be really slow.

Miniseries. Like the first season of Buffy. That would be a gooooooood 12 episodes.

That's my vote anyway.


Mine too! Imagine all the cliffhangers... you'd miss those in the movie!
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby EasierSaid » Sun Feb 20, 2011 10:11 pm

nightmask Thanks so much. Agreed that Willow needs to fix it... but how becomes the big question. I think she didn't break down the door because she was respecting Tara's privacy and desire to be alone. We'll see how that works out for them!

zampsa19752001 Thanks so much. Yes, Willow definitely knew immediately how big of a boo-boo she's made, and the good thing is she's eager to try and fix it by explaining. Now all she needs is a little face-to-face time with Tara.

BeMyDeputy Oof. Regarding Tara walking away, I very strongly need to clarify: She wasn't walking away because Willow didn't try to stop her hard enough, she was walking away because she needed space. She was just noting in that bit you quoted that Willow didn't catch her by the arm like all those romantic scenes in movies. The music didn't swell, Willow didn't plant one on her because their life isn't a movie. It's real life, and those perfect scene-stealing moments don't always happen. That that didn't come across is my fault, and I'm bummed beyond all belief that it could be construed that Tara had your thought, because I don't see her that way, AT ALL. Walking away to try and get someone to follow is manipulative, and that's not Tara. (And, hopefully, most women.) She wanted to be alone because she was mortified by both her behavior and Willow's reaction, so she walked away. That Willow didn't follow and catch her was an observation on Tara's part, not a motivation to flee. She didn't want to be stopped, definitely not.
It's really interesting how people have taken sides with this update, backing Willow or backing Tara. I'm on the backing both of them train myself; I think this situation is unbearable for both of them, and they're both as much at fault as they are victims of the circumstance. But, that said, I suppose I can understand choosing sides. Regarding Tara running away; I think if I had been in her shoes, I would have done the same thing, because it almost feels like she's running away from herself as much as Willow. She's embarrassed because she realizes she made a huge mistake by not listening to her own inner monologue of waiting, being patient, not kissing the straight girl. You mention that she should be understanding of Willow possibly being afraid of coming out (more on that in the next update), but Tara's afraid, too, and I think it's hard, sometimes, in moments of pure panic, to be completely empathetic when your own emotions are flooding you. I just keep imagining the noise in Tara's mind in those moments directly after Willow flinched. How many thoughts and feelings are colliding. How do you make room for Willow's thoughts and feelings, as well? I think that can only come with time and reflection.
I'm sure Tara knows her misery is partially her fault - more on that in the next update - however, I am sympathetic to her for wanting to put off what might be a crushing moment until she's more composed. In that moment after the flinch she is at the most vulnerable she's ever been in her life. Hard to be brave when you feel that exposed and lost.
I agree what you say about coming out being the biggest thing in the world if it's you. However, that doesn't preclude Willow's path of destruction. She's not being destructive intentionally, it's a side effect of the choices she's making with how she's handling her coming out, and I think while it's not completely dire, people are getting hurt with the choices she's making. I think you're right that Buffy probably deserves more credit, but really, Willow's sexuality aside, how do you deal with being lied to at that magnitude? Because your three best friends excluding you from something so fundamental for years has got to hurt. It just has to. Even if you can rationalize it, that's some serious exclusion.
Thanks so much. It's fun reading everyone's opinions. It's always educational seeing what is important to different people, what resonates, etc. I appreciate you sharing your thoughts, truly.

SMGOVAN Thanks very much. I wanted to update quickly after "The Flinch" so that it wouldn't just hang if my life got busy. And wow, those are some emotions! Willow and Tara have gotten themselves into a right mess, and both of their pain is pretty damn heart breaking. Funny that you're "team Tara." In Willow's defense, she realized Tara loved her after Tara had shut her out. It's easy, I think, for us to say she should have beat down the door, but their relationship - and I'm talking friendship - is so new and fragile, that if I were Willow I'd be afraid of violating Tara's trust and space. I just can't imagine Willow in that situation pushing Tara; it's bad enough she's humiliated, but to force her to talk when she clearly doesn't want to... I don't know; it's a mess of boundaries. Hopefully you'll like where things go from here.

edob Thanks for the kind words. Willow is indeed struggling to fix things... but how is the big question.

sabina Thanks so much, both for the well wishes for the new year and for the kind words about the comment replies. I really enjoy doing them - I love that Pens is a dialogue. It certainly makes writing the story more enjoyable, because people have such divergent opinions on each update; it gives me a lot to think about, and helps me see the story in ways I might not of without them. I appreciate each and every comment, and figure if people are taking the time to give me feedback, the least I can do is take time with my replies.
Now for the juicy bits! ;) Thanks re: the fog - it was fun to write. Willow was indeed at her bravest. I think she was just so caught up in the evening she kinda sorta forgot that they weren't actually dating, but rather super duper secret dating. And amen she was begging for a kiss. But, you know, Willow has a plan and taking that first step out of the closet is tough, even if you really, really want to do it. I actually give her credit for letting Tara be. That's tough, though ultimately respectful, especially given their history is tentative, at best. I think Willow is both confident that she can fix this by coming clean and totally terrified that she's ruined things forever. I have faith though. ;)
And backing up Tara - I hear you. I can see all sides; backing Tara, backing Willow, backing them both. It's an ungood situation, that's for sure. I will say this for Willow though - I think she was so shocked by what happened that she couldn't get the right words out when they were face-to-face, even though she knows what she needs to say and wants to say them, and then once Tara was behind her door, Willow was at a complete loss of what to say. I think, for her, the fear of coming out wrong, and doing it to a closed door, was too much to bear. Hope you like where things go, and thanks so much.

LonelyTara If this was an episode of Pee Wee's Playhouse, the secret word would definitely be "angry." (And very funny about not smacking Willow too hard cause she's tiny.) I hear you on the queasy. That was not the funnest paragraph to write. And Tara is definitely ping-ponging between the knowledge in her core, that Willow probably loves her, and the knowledge that she's had for years, which is Willow straight and most likely in love with Xander. It's awful what your mind can do if you let it run wild with doubt and fear. And as for Willow storming to declare her love - I think she's fighting that urge with every fiber of her being, because when she begged Tara to come talk to her, the blonde refused. So, Willow is trying to be respectful and mindful of Tara's feelings in a way she realizes she hasn't been over the last bit of undefined time. Willow wants to do the right thing. That's why she wants to come out to her mom, come out to Buffy, be out when she confesses her feelings to Tara. For Willow, in that moment I think, the right thing is following Tara's lead. I think the thought about Tara sleeping is wishful thinking of a guilty conscience. Thanks so much, I really appreciate the feedback.

WillowRTaraM1 Yeah, sick feelings in the pits of stomachs seems to be the consensus. Oof. In my mind, Willow is shocked by what happened, shocked by the realization that Tara loves her, and is trying, so, so hard to do the right thing by following Tara's lead. She doesn't want to further embarrass or humiliate the girl by violating her privacy. So, she's hanging back even though it is likely killing her. I appreciate the faith - I hope you like where things go from here, and very funny about the stomping. Totally been there my friend!

Savannah Thank you so much. And so sorry about the physically ill! Oof, that's just no fun. Thank you for sharing your own story. Coming out and falling in love when you're gay are so hard, and doing it at the same time can be terrifying. I think you completely nailed it with Willow's mountain - that, pretty much. (And no lurkdom - stay, play! :) ) Hope you like where this goes from here, and of course, the eventual smoochies.

bouncer73 Evil nightmare, you say? (More on that in the next update.) Heartbreaking for both of them pretty much sums it up for me, too. And another vote for a movie version - so silly. :) Thanks so much.

SylverMaki Thanks so much. I tried to make it fast because I didn't want the flinch to be where every one was stuck if life got busy and I wasn't able to update for a while. Interesting that you say it was all Willow's fault. I think some disagree with that assumption! :) I think it's both their fault, personally, but I certainly understand how you might see differently. Thanks again - hope you like the next update.

Gaga01 Yup, Willow's fear is definitely messing her up. I think realizing Tara loves her is a double edged sword. On the one hand, it's all she's ever really wanted, and that has to give her hope about the future. On the other hand, it means she's really hurt Tara by not realizing the depths of her feelings earlier. That'll be hard to deal with, regardless of the outcome (which we know will be happy - yay Pens!) Thanks very much!

Kajun Yeah, the skeeter route just wouldn't have worked because of the fact that I don't think mosquitos do fog at night in SF. Just too chilly! ;) Far more realistic would have been a black widow bite, but even I'm not that harsh. Seriously, have you seen the black widow antidote administered? They have like 10 specialist doctors in the room because of potential multiple organ failure. You Kittens think this is angsty, try black widow bite interruptus!
At the start of this next update, Sheila and Willow's dinner date is T-minus 12 hours. So, later-that-day soon. I'm guessing Willow is not going to be the most well-rested she's ever been when seeing her mom. And I agree, regardless of clearing things up with Tara, you have to think Willow is all resolve now. She has to be. She's put it off forever and the one person she loves most in the world has gotten hurt because of her fear... can't keep on with that.
Funny that you hate when Willow gets hurt, but extra hate when Tara gets hurt. I bet that's a widely held feeling amongst Kittens, largely because canon-Tara was constantly getting hurt (literally and figuratively) while canon-Willow was often hurt because of her own stupid actions. I'd actually be very curious about knowing if that's the case!

writerfreak I only wish I could continue with the fast updates. The only reason I was able to this last time is because I wrote ahead, mindful of how the flinching would probably not go down well. Not sure this one went down any easier though.. Anywhoo, hope you like where things go from here, and thanks very much.

BuffyFan4ever Yeah, thank goodness for the update thread. I remember when I was new to the board I used to stalk, waiting for updates because I didn't realize that there was an update thread. Um. D'oh. Then, once I figured that out I just stalked the update thread. :) Poor Tara and poor Willow indeed. Thanks for the idea, but hopefully you'll like where I go instead. Thanks so much!

ssc1980 Hey, if feedback needs caps-lock, feedback needs caps-lock. Lord knows I've wanted to sometimes in my own replies to stories. And thanks for the very kind words. I'm really glad the story has resonated with you, and I can totally relate to your story! Who hasn't been in that situation? I hear you on the last update being hard to read; it was hard to write, but I just keep reminding myself that this is where they are in their lives and even though it's hard, thanks to Pens, we know they'll be together in the end. Thanks again, and please enjoy the next update.

Mrs. Pineapple Thank you so much. I'm so glad you thought it was great. I was really nervous, again, that people would totally hate it. I'm glad you thought Willow's 'fix it' reaction was a good reaction. Also glad you thought Tara hiding was human. I think fleeing embarrassing moments is completely human, especially if you think your heart is going to be broken. Life is so hard to navigate; in the moment, people rarely make the right decision. They make the decision that protects their hearts, etc. Willow is fully in the know now about Tara's feelings - more on that in the next update. And Sheila shows up later than night, so it's something like 12 hours or so from the start of this next update until they meet up for dinner. Whether Willow and Tara have time to talk... more on that in the next few updates.
And confession; I wrote ahead a bit so I could update so quickly, because I knew people would be upset with the flinch and I didn't want to leave it hanging for months if my life got busy. The flinch-a-roo was just not the place I wanted Pens to be stuck with if I needed an unexpected break! Thanks again, very much appreciated.

inspiron That's awesome that you like to read everyone else's opinions and points of view; I do that too with stories that I love. I'm glad the last update was sufficiently speedy. As I told others, I didn't want the flinch to linger before there was some movement, even if the movement was not toward an immediate smooch. I understand wanting Willow to just open the door, but I think it's best that she didn't. I can't imagine how she could explain that violation of Tara's space. As for the camping out - more on that in the next update. Willow is indeed resolute on fixing things; she just needs to get Tara face-to-face. And as for Tara... have faith. (If not in her, then me!) Thanks so much!

TinyAnt Ha! Not sure what good writers get; perhaps the ire of readers who want to just get on with it already! ;) Since you agreed with BeMyDeputy's be sure to read my reply to her - it goes to you too, then! :) Thanks for posting - as I've mentioned, it's very interesting to see what people think. I really do appreciate it.

wimpy0729 Dude, the prescription didn't mention anything about the content of the update, just that it had to be done quickly! :P Sorry about the broken heart; just keep repeating, "it's Pens, it's Pens, it's Pens!" Goodness will prevail, I promise. And wow, thanks very much for the super kind words. I am totally flattered and humbled. I have been such a nervous wreck about these updates - the last two and the upcoming however many - so it's hard to "smell the roses" as they say. I can't help but think of athletes who are asked about records or accomplishments, and how they always reply, "that's something I'll think about when I retire. For now I'm just concentrating on the next game." So true! Maybe once the story is done I'll be able to let go of that deep-seeded fear that the next thing I'll write will be absolutely horrible and I'll see the story differently. For now, I just keep writing and hoping that I stay true to the story and the characters.
I'm in your camp - the heartbroken for both of them camp. Mind if I make myself comfortable? S'mores? I think your thought on both girls is right on, but I think Willow is all in on chucking the plan if she can get face-to-face with Tara. More on it in the next update, but there's just no way she could see Tara that torn up and not spill her guts. Thanks again, so much Wimpy. I really appreciate it. Hope you enjoy the next update.

Naeryn I hear you on the heartbreaking. It's not fun. Glad that you pointed out that Willow felt she couldn't be with someone until she was out, because she didn't want her mom to accuse the person of turning her. She also wanted to be out for Tara, so Tara didn't have to deal with dating someone in the closet. (Oops, too late, Willow.) However, I suspect that all of that is out the window now; I just don't know how she could ever hold back now that she a) knows that Tara loves her and b) knows that Tara's been suffering because of it. Willow is not a sadist, that's for sure; she genuinely wants to fix this mess, plan be damned.
Thank you for thinking that what happened in the last update was human. I just couldn't picture anything else, especially with these characters. It is how they are hardwired, you know? The question - how will they sort it all out - really is the crux of the issue, right? I suspect they'll get through whatever is to come in the same way that they've gotten to this point; by being the good people they are at their cores, trying to do the right thing. Hopefully, of course, that will lead to more success than it has to this point. ;) And a miniseries version of Neverland? It'd lose all the viewers around episode 5 or 6 when all of the massive, heavy introspection started. ;)
And as for the "New Fic" in the title - at first, it was because I didn't know how to change it (and thought I couldn't once it was ported from the EZBoard), but then I thought, this is a work-in-progress. Every time I update it's new, even though the fic itself started seven (GASP!) years ago. My favoritist fics of all time, the Tempus Fugit fics, still says New Fic too (or at least S7 does) and it's been complete forever and a day. And who knows, maybe the fic's power is in the "New" a la Samson and his hair! :P

DaddyCatALSO I can see what you mean about the word "fix." It's not like she can rewind time and get a do-over; whatever come next is an evolution, so even if she manages to "fix" it, they'll still have the memory of what happened. Willow was stunned; I bet dollars to donuts she wishes she could have spit out "I'm sorry" when she had the chance. Thanks very much.

WillowRulez Boo to the spoiled. I can't remember which story I was reading where I had something similar happen... I want to say tarawhipped's Island of Death. Totally not fun when you're all excited and eager for the update. Willow and her crazy plan - I know. The girl has been stubborn, that's for sure. And yes, nuggets of good things are in there - Tara is considering that the flinching was a mistake, and Willow knows Tara loves her. I hear you on the impulsive wish, but I think Willow felt that would have been crossing the line, and that she should respect Tara's privacy more than anything. And Willow camping outside of Tara's door - more on that in the next update. Thanks!

wayland Thank you very much for the kind words. Thanks also on the use of language. The bit you quoted was the only thing that came to my head when I tried to picture what Willow saw. It seemed important to not embellish too much. I'm glad you thought Willow's reasoning over the flinch made sense. One of the things that I really wanted to cover in this story was the physical aspect of being closeted. I mean, I've done it a little with Willow consciously trying to open up, but I also wanted to look at the other side, too, the side that represses and pulls back. I think it's important when thinking about coming out that there is a lot of different aspects to deal with. Mental, emotional and yes, physical. I agree with the insult to injury thought; she just couldn't barge in after her. I think maybe, maybe, she could get away with it if they had been together for a long time, but their relationship is just so fragile and boundary-filled... it would have been the worst thing she could have done, I think.
You're right that both are to blame, just like both are suffering. They're so afraid that it has gotten them into a situation where all of their fears are thrust to the front. At least they're not falling all the way into despair, though. Tara is keeping an open mind, and Willow knows Tara loves her. And amen, neither deserves the amount of guilt they'll try to carry around. Once all is said and done, and the "I love yous" have been spoken, I foresee a lot of soothing, just trying to take the burden of the past off of each other. Thank so much for the considered thoughts. I really appreciate it.

Samcat Heartbreaking indeed. I think you're right that neither deserves the blame; it's just the situation they've fallen into, you know? You're right that some of this is on Willow's cleverness. She does think she can plan her way out of emotional turmoil, without realizing that she's done the exact opposite. And a vote for a Xander call. Somehow I think that big lug is going to get involved, no matter how embarrassed Willow is. Thanks so much Anne!

smileintheether Congratulations on coming out of lurkdom! Hope you stay a spell. There are a lot of really awesome writers and stories on the board; I hope you check them out. (And yay Maine! Love Maine.) And wow. Thank you so much for the very kind and flattering words. I'm so happy that the story resonates, even if it's because of similar life experiences. I think anyone who has come out can relate to something here. It's so hard, there are so many thing to juggle, feelings and expectations. Add in falling in love... oof, it can be rough. And I hear you about wanting them to get together soon - it's been a long haul! Hopefully you'll like where the next few updates take things. I really appreciate the thoughts, and please know that barring some real life disaster I definitely plan on finishing this fic. (I need to for my own sanity!)

angieb86 Aw, I don't think Willow is being a "cooch," she's just scared. I don't know if I'd handle the situation any better if I had been in her shoes. Rest assured though that Willow is not evil; she truly wants to fix what happened and cares for Tara more than life itself. Thanks Angela.

what_we_do_is_secret Oh, I've been where you are with the, "hey, I think I remember this story!" It's always so much fun when there is a new update to those because I get to go back and reread and remember. (I will likely do that again when/if Doppleganger Redux is updated again.) And honest, not trying to tease! Just trying to record for posterity how these two got together. I'm more like, a stenographer than a writer. ;) The gallery show is one week from the last few updates - so, Friday upcoming, I suppose. (Six days from this next update.) And yes, I think everyone has at least unrequited love story, even if it's from the third grade. Such a hard part of being open to love. I think you summed up how it feels quite nicely. Thanks very much for the very kind words, and please enjoy the next bit.

morningstar Yay for weekend breaks from the army! I'm glad the fog facts came in handy! See, Willow thought she was being nerdy and instead she was providing wisdom for the masses. And yeah, Willow is opting for the respectful path of maximum fear instead of the headstrong, hope-she-doesn't-hate-me-but-I'm-going-in impulsiveness. I think ultimately she probably made the right decision, even though we all know thar lies smoochies on the other side of that door. Thanks very much; hope you have all the internet access you desire soon!

dragonfly Hi Clau! Intense, sad and heartbreaking - yup, that's pretty much it in a nutshell, right? I'm glad you thought Willow and Tara's reactions were natural; it felt like that's what would happen in that situation for them, given their previous histories. Your morning scenario for them sounds delightful. I think Willow is definitely off plan at this point. She cares too much about Tara, more than she does about her mom's feelings, I'm sure, to stick to plan when fixing this mess means admitting her true feelings. Thanks very much for the kind words - I'm really glad the story is resonating with you, and hope that you like where the story goes from here, even if there are no pancakes in the next update! Also, good luck with work - hope it straightens out some soon.

JustSkipIt Yeah, I actually wrote the last two updates close together because I didn't want to get stuck for a long break with Willow flinching... and instead, we get bogged down with them in different rooms fretting, stewing and crying. Oy! You know, I thought about writing it with only Willow saying "Tara," but then I thought, she'd definitely say more at the door. This is Willow, after all, and she has never been described as a woman of too few words. It would have been a fun exercise, but didn't fit the story or the characters so went with the more words. And yeah, this was probably pretty telegraphed, but it felt like how it would be for them. More on Tara's path in this next update. You are right that she did avoid home by hanging out with Morgan lo those many moons ago. I keep thinking about S4 when she left Giles' house after Oz showed up, or when she left Willow's room after seeing Oz. It's not that she's about hiding out, per se, but at least this version of Tara is not keen on sticking around for confrontation when she could be someplace else reflecting on why she is where she is while she composes herself for whatever will eventually be said. (That reads weird; hopefully you get what I mean.) I think she'd like nothing better than to slip into her studio and think, but Willow's there in her home, her safe space, and Willow being around is not conducive to her thinking (as we've seen). Tough sitch for Tara. And yes, she needs to paint. Fingers crossed that she gets the chance. Thanks so much Debra - as always, very much appreciated!

histchic Holy massive feedback! Wow. I am so in awe and not deserving. I am also very thankful - thank you for sharing all of your very kind thoughts. And sequel! Oh man, let me just get through the end of this one without completely botching the story first before there is any sequel talk. Still plenty of time for me to take this sucker off the rails! Mentioning anachronisms, I was careful this last update, haha. I even had to do some research because my old brain couldn't remember when the DeYoung opened. Was a fun march down memory lane, that's for sure. Very flattered you think the story is like the show sans mystical element; that's pretty much the highest compliment ever. When people say that writing W/T without magick etc. is hard, I just think that so much of the show was not about magick but their insecurities, loves, etc. It almost seems like it should be easier, you know? I'm glad you like the canon lines included. It's fun for me to touch back to the show.
I agree that Willow can't live up to Tara's pedestal, and I think that's okay, because I think that Tara is going to ultimately find that she prefers the flawed version better, partially because it's accessible. Pedestal Willow is unattainable, you know? And Tara has been very at odds with who she has told everyone she is. Willow is the exception to her every rule, and it's only because she knows in her heart of hearts that Willow loves her that she can take that risk. And yes, they overthink everything. I think it's a byproduct of sharing living space, or at least, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. They're so immeshed and intertwined, it's difficult for them to see beyond each other and that obviously has gotten them into a load of trouble. I'm glad you found the date authentic, and that you liked the Giles mention. I love Giles; of course he needed to be included!
I don't think you're wrong to read sexual tension into the "I can be patient" line. It's definitely there. She's patient for Willow's heart, but along with that is her body. Tara wants Willow, she loves her and lusts for her, so it's only natural that that subtext would be there. And Anya and Xander - Willow's poor head would explode! I'm really glad you think Buffy is more than a one-note character, and that her friendship with Willow comes through. I try to remember when I write Buffy that she has her own life and her own concerns; she's not Willow's plot device, you know? And I love the difficulties their friendship had on the show. I really wanted to try and get some of that here. And Willow is definitely protective of Tara and their budding relationship - she doesn't want it anywhere near Sheila, hence the not wanting to be dating before coming out. And a mock up of Tara's pantings... I always think of her style as being like the artist Jean-Paul Riopelle - in my mind, her painting over her fireplace looks a bit like his work "Pavane."
Agreed that the fog date sped things up way too fast. They forgot themselves the second they got on the roof. They just slipped into the comfort of what it could be, as a couple and forgot all of the barriers they had placed between them. And very flattered with your words on the flinch. As I mentioned to another, I really wanted to get down to the heart of Willow as a closeted gay woman, which includes the physical repression. What would Dream Tara say to Willow... definitely need to read the next update! And turn them straight! Not in this lifetime (or any other!), but thank you, and wow.
And so funny about it being a movie. What an overwhelming thought! Howie Day, huh. It's funny, because for the longest time I've thought, when I finish with this story I'm going to write THE END in like 72 point and have it hyperlink to a song I love that would be perfect as a kind of, closing credits tune. Maybe I still will. Thank you for coming out of lurkdom for that fantastic feedback. Lots to think about - very much appreciated.

sadie Another fan of feedback - that's very cool. I like reading feedback for stories that are long finished; it's kind of fun to see the familiarity and the insights. And I totally get you on the eloquence front! Before I delurked I thought, "what could I possibly say" that hasn't been said. Was a huge hurdle for me to get over before I felt like I could leave my own take. I figure, even if it's not the most eloquent, or the most original, it's something, you know, and I'm sure the author would appreciate it. Thanks so much!

jackie2007 Have no fear - she will! Such is the glory of Pens. :)

beautiful_love Wow. Thanks for both the very kind words and for sticking with the story since the beginning! I'm really glad you feel like they're real; that means a lot. Hope you enjoy the next bit.

ilove_julius The p.s. cracked me up - thanks, so much, and welcome, delurker! Hope you like where the story goes from here.

_Zure_ Yay, another de-lurker! Welcome. That's fantastic that you've rediscovered the Kitten board. Hopefully you're enjoying some of the other stories and authors. Thanks very much for the very kind words - they are very much appreciated. Hope you like what comes next, and thanks again.

love_2003 I know, awful place to leave things, but a sad necessity. I like your idea of another power outage. Nothing brings out the honesty in these girls like a lack of electricity. Thanks very much!

TinyWillow "Sir?!!?" I see what you did there. ;) And no torture, just you know, um, slow-baked goodness? Promise, one day, these two will be together. Thanks very much!

nimloth Yeah, these last couple of updates have seemed to resonate with people in a way I didn't fully expect. I guess it's really true that we've all been there, in one way or another! Thanks very much for the high praise, it's very appreciated. And yes, this story really is about boundaries when you come down to it. Setting them, abiding by them, knocking them down. It'll be interesting, once the story is over, to see how far they've all come. Thanks so much.

KnightlyLove Okay! :)

LittleBit Thanks so much for the very kind words. I agree that character development is key; I try to remember that as I write. Completely agree about Willow needing to snap out of her plan, and I think she's on board with that. I think she's starting to understand that you can't plan love, and she's all about fixing things with Tara. Thanks again, so much. I hope you enjoy the next update.

Jenga Wow about one of the first FFs. Hope you're finding some other fics to get lost in here - there are so many great stories and authors on Pens. I really appreciate the kind words, and totally get you on the writing/mind bit! ;) Please enjoy the next bit.

babyglau Welcome to Pens! And thank you for the congrats - hopefully you'll enjoy where the story goes from here. And what in the name of Zeus exactly. Good thing is Willow realized she's goofed and wants to make it up to the blonde. That can only mean good things, right? Thanks again.
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby EasierSaid » Sun Feb 20, 2011 10:12 pm

Title: Neverland
Author: EasierSaid
Feedback: Yes, please.
Spoilers: None.
Setting: AU. There is no Hellmouth, there is no slayer and no magic of the wicca variety. Just our girls and the rest of the Buffy characters living and loving in that great city by the bay, San Francisco.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Please don't sue me Mutant Enemy.
Notes: Ask me about this one again when the story is finished.


Thoughts in italics

PART 61

Featherlight.

It was supposed to have been featherlight.

Willow watched in horror as Tara brushed past her. They were supposed to have kissed, a featherlight brush of the lips that would have lead to something more. Everything more. She quickly followed the retreating blonde into the apartment. "Tara, wait, I can explain."

The blonde turned, tears waiting to fall and Willow's heart lurched. "It's o-okay," Tara said, a pained smile on her face.

"It's okay?" Willow thought confused, panic rising in her throat. "No– It's not what you think–"

"It's late," the blonde interrupted, her eyes falling to the floor. "And w-we're tired." Tara closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening her eyes and bringing her head up with a forced smile. "We s-should p-probably get t-to bed."

The stutter. Willow pushed her astonished voice past ice cold lips. "Bed? No, Tara, I need to explain–" The blonde shook her head, the movement silencing Willow, apologetic words jackknifing in her throat. Tara brought her hand to rest on her stomach and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The redhead took a halting step forward. "Tara, please–"

The blonde shook her head again and smiled, tight and bashful before turning and quickly ascending the stairs. Willow stood shocked for a split second. "Wait!" She rushed after the blonde, following her up the stairs quickly, gaining on her until the blonde entered her room and closed the door.

The redhead heard the click of the door closing and felt herself rock back, her eyes downcast. She knew before looking up what she'd see. "No," she muttered through gritted teeth. She felt the blonde brush past her. The redhead looked up, saw the landing outside the front door, wet blankets and thermos discarded haphazardly around her feet and her brow furrowed. She panicked, quickly turning and rushing into the apartment.

"Tara, please, stop, this is a mistake."

"It's o-okay," the blonde said, a pained smile on her face.

"No," Willow replied, shaking her head. "No, it's not okay, it's as far from okay as–"

"It's late," the blonde interrupted, her eyes falling to the floor. "And w-we're tired."

"I'm not tired; Tara–"

"We s-should p-probably get t-to bed."

"No, we need to talk, Tara, please. Just listen to me, please."

Willow watched as the blonde shook her head, put her hand to rest on her stomach and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She backed up a couple of steps, shook her head again and smiled, tight and bashful.

Willow lunged forward. "No." The blonde was going to leave. "Tara." The artist turned and quickly ascended the stairs. The redhead stood shocked, alone in the great room as the girl she loved more than anything fled from her presence. She heard the door click above and felt herself rock back, her eyes downcast.

She felt the blonde brush past her. The redhead looked up, saw the landing outside the front door, wet blankets and thermos discarded haphazardly around her feet and her face fell. She panicked, quickly turning and rushing into the apartment.

"Tara–"

"It's o-okay," the blonde said, a pained smile on her face.

"I love you," the redhead blurted, tears stinging her eyes. "I love you more than anything in the world."

"It's late," the blonde interrupted, her eyes falling to the floor. "And w-we're tired."

"I love you," Willow said again, her voice almost unrecognizably desperate as she frantically moved to the blonde's side.

"We s-should p-probably get t-to bed."

"Tara, please–" The words came out wheezy and raw. The blonde brought her hand to rest on her stomach and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "Tara." Willow almost choked on the precious word, tears streaming down her face. The blonde backed up a couple of steps, and the redhead again followed to her side. "No. Tara, please, just let me explain." The blonde smiled, tight and bashful and Willow lunged forward; she put her hands on the blonde's arms and squeezed. "I can fix this. Just, please let me fix this."

And like that the blonde took a step back, slipping through the redhead's grasp and Willow gasped as she tried to grab the elusive girl again. Tara turned and took to the stairs, the redhead pleading as she followed a half step behind her. "Tara. Please, please don't shut the door. Just listen—I can explain!" The blonde entered her room and closed the door like the redhead wasn't even there.

Willow heard the door click, louder than before and she woke up with a start, disoriented as she tried to place herself in the dim light. She was in her room, sprawled on the floor by her door, her comforter tangled around her legs and waist. The kiss that wasn't was just a dream. Her brow furrowed deeply. But that wasn't right. She pushed back the covers with urgency as she realized it had happened. All of it. She'd flinched and hurt Tara terribly. She scrambled to her feet and quickly opened the door, the comforter pushed to the side in a messy lump. She turned her head right and saw Tara's closed door. She took a few steps out into the hallway, noticing the bathroom was dark and cold, and that no light shone up from the stairwell. She dipped her head and listened, but didn't hear the familiar sound of the blonde moving in her studio.

The redhead turned her head again and stared at Tara's closed bedroom door. Either the blonde was still in there or she had left. But I would have heard her walk past... Willow thought with a quirk in her brow. She took a couple of steps toward the blonde's bedroom door and then stuttered stop, uncertain. What was the right thing to do? She straightened and softly shook her head. Why didn't she know the right thing to do? After a long moment she took a tentative step backward, and then another, until she stood even with her door, her eyes never leaving the blonde's door. After what felt like an eternity she returned to her room, her eyes immediately seeking out her bedside clock. 6:48. She looked to the window and realized how dark it was. Rain fell from the gray sky, the muted glow of dawn no doubt pressing the clouds against the wet glass.

She's probably not up yet, Willow thought solemnly, before wondering if the blonde would have been able to sleep at all. The redhead hadn't, not really, just stops and starts. Only long enough to have nightmares. She furrowed her brow as she scanned the floor for her phone. Finding it by the foot of the bed, she bent at the knee and picked it up, cradling it to her chest as she stepped back and closed her door behind her. She returned to the cocoon she had built on the floor, sinking slowly against the door till she sat, nestled in folds of the rumpled comforter. She'd wait, wait until she could hear Tara and then she'd explain. She'd fix this.

The redhead closed her eyes. She felt it building. The vitriol and blame. She'd spent a large part of the night angry. Angry with her mom, angry with Buffy. The anger threatened to consume her. But eventually Willow had to remind herself that she wasn't really angry with her mom, and she wasn't really angry with Buffy. She was angry with herself. She had failed Tara. She had the power to be out a long time ago, was responsible for flirting with the blonde, leading her on and then ultimately pulling away. It was her fault. All of this pain, that horrific look on Tara's face as she tried to assure her that all was well despite the tears stinging her beautiful blue eyes... It wasn't her mom's fault, it wasn't Buffy's. It was all her.

And the worst thing, worse than her cowardice, worse than her clueless stupidity, was that the blonde thought she wasn't wanted. The thought burned Willow, a searing pain that coursed through her veins, throbbed behind her eyes and brought tears to her lashes. Tara, the sweet girl the redhead had pined after for three years, thought that she didn't love her. That she didn't want her. The thought killed Willow, stole her breath and she gulped in air as she shuddered away another crying jag.

The redhead leaned against the door and took a slow, steady breath, her anger momentarily receding, her shame ebbing, and she turned her attention to the other thought that had kept her up all night: Exactly how long has Tara had feelings for her? Did she love her at The Fillmore? The redhead swallowed hard. At Morgan's party, was the blonde thinking about her on the roof? Had they talk about the blonde possibly dating Morgan over cake because Tara thought her feelings for the redhead were unrequited? A thousand moments flashed before Willow's eyes, little smiles, soft touches and she thought about how long they had probably been circling each other, each in love with the other. Days, definitely. Weeks, probably. She let out a shaky sigh, and tightened her grip on her phone. She'd fix this. She'd fix it and spend the rest of her life making it up to the blonde.

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Tara felt the blush cover her cheeks before she was even fully awake. God, she was embarrassed. She buried her scarlet face into the cool edge of her pillow and sighed, small and soft into the cotton stitching.

She had slept fitfully, a few stolen moments here and there between silent tears and a over-active mind. She had used the bathroom around 5:30, her bladder otherwise threatening to burst, and had been relieved when Willow didn't pop out of her room and engage her in a babbling conversation in the dark. Not that the redhead would, but the promise of their eventual discussion had terrified Tara into inventing wild scenarios and scenes about what might happen. What might be said.

She sighed and angled her neck as she looked at the ceiling above. She hadn't been able to go back to sleep after the trip to the bathroom. How could she when closing her eyes brought back snapshots of the previous night. Willow's radiant smile at dinner. The feel of the redhead curled against her on the roof. The sickening sight of the girl's tight, embarrassed smile as she took that rocking step away from her after she'd flinched. The blonde sighed again, her exhale shaky. It was early. She wasn't sure how early, she had unplugged her bedside clock, the red glow irritating her and taunting her as she lay awake in the early morning hours. But it was early.

Tara squeezed her eyes shut, a hot flash of shame flooding her body. What had she expected? That Willow would fall into her arms on the landing, kiss her senseless, admit that she had been pining for her for years too? The heat settled on her face like a mask.

It's just, the last few days had deceived her. The blonde blinked her eyes open. The redhead had been so touchy, so open to touch. It was like that day in the park three years ago, the redhead's hands quick to caress, her body available. Willow never flinched that day. The flinches, the standoffishness came later. Tara had given up expecting anything from Willow after their first week together in the apartment. Little touches were subtly avoided, and never, ever reciprocated. But that night they went to get coffee, Willow had slipped her arms into hers. And when they went for Thai, she had placed her hand on the small of her back. Tara sighed. She could list every touch Willow had offered over the last two weeks, each catalogued, analyzed and appreciated. It was the one touch that the redhead had avoided, however, that destroyed her.

The blonde sighed, and her mind began to whirl again, the familiar thoughts from hours before spinning into her current consciousness. Willow could be scared. The redhead could be in love with her, but scared of life changing, of their relationship changing. The thought nearly choked the blonde because of its familiarity. She was afraid too. Eager. So, so eager for more, but afraid as well. She had never consciously thought about it in the kind of detail that flooded her now. What it would be like to live with her brand new girlfriend who she had loved for years. How it would change things with Buffy. Tara wanted Willow, wanted her more than anything in the world, but that didn't mean that the reality of their relationship evolving wasn't terrifying all the same. And for Willow, as newly gay? Tara's heart ached over how confused and scared the redhead might be.

And then Tara felt it. Felt a minute kernel of hope popping into her consciousness and her mind violently lurched. Like the heavy arm of an ever-moving pendulum, her thoughts oscillated 180 degrees away from that small speck of optimism and toward a darker, more familiar place.

Willow could be straight, in love with Xander and just an affectionate friend, unaware that her actions and words were leading the lovestruck lesbian on. A frown contorted Tara's face in the dim light. Willow loves Xander. Her frown deepened. Willow, loves, Xander. The blonde was shocked at how odd it sounded given how quickly the old standard had defined Willow's actions in her mind just seconds after the redhead flinched away. Like a phrase from some old timey movie that once upon a time had meaning but now was nothing but gibberish. Willow. And Xander. It was the most likely scenario... but it fit about as well as a pair of cast iron pants.

The blonde tried to clear her mind but other thoughts slipped in unbidden. Willow could be clueless, not realize how she had been acting, not realize that maybe she was attracted to the blonde. Not realize that she was gay. But then why so nervous about seeing her mother, and Buffy? Or was Willow only just coming to terms with being gay, still not fully sure, afraid those closest to her would be able to tell her biggest, most terrifying secret? Tara sighed. She remembered feeling that way, before she came out. Like a spotlight was on her, a neon sign above her head that said, "So totally gay!" Her heart reached out to the redhead. Being that awkward, that afraid was no way to live.

Willow could be interested in women, but not her, just trying on the feeling of flirting with a woman on for size. The blonde rolled her eyes. Not Willow. She didn't have a devious bone in her body and manipulative behavior like that was evil.

Tara rubbed a hand over her face, the thoughts spinning in her mind making her dizzy. Willow had flinched. Some reason had caused her to rock away, and if Tara had just listened as the redhead tried to speak last night she'd know what that reason was. It may not be the whole truth, because there was a possibility that even Willow didn't know the whole truth, but it would be Willow's reason all the same. And it was something that Tara would need to hear, eventually. But if she could only figure it out first, prepare herself mentally to soften the blow... Tara sighed. It hurt her brain to be thinking all of these disparate thoughts all at once. She was a shiny silver ball, pinballing here and there, battering into obstacles and in motion, always. She couldn't stop, and she desperately, desperately needed to stop.

The one scenario that was definitely true was that she had overreacted last night. The searing heat returned to her cheeks and she again squeezed her eyes closed. She ran away when Willow wanted to talk, she hid in her room when the redhead begged her to open the door. Tara lightly shook her head and opened her eyes, tears again threatening to fall. For the rest of her life she'd be ashamed of her reaction, even though at the time it was the only thing she could do.

She needed to get up and talk to the redhead. It was probably going to hurt, probably going to make her stutter and ashamed, but it needed to happen. She owed Willow that, owed herself that. And if it was one of the bad reasons, or the really awful incomprehensible one with Xander—anything other than the redhead being in love with her—she'd nod her head and calmly suggest that the girl move out as soon as possible. Because after last night, there was no way she could keep doing this. It was either all in, or nothing. Or at least, nothing for a while.

Tara felt the blood in her veins turn ice cold at this new thought. Because the truth of the matter was she would always be Willow's friend. If the girl needed her she'd be there for her but this torture, these unanswered questions about unrequited love had to stop. She couldn't be this emotionally available, she couldn't live with the girl she loved if she didn't love her back. Not any more. There had to be some boundaries, because if there weren't, she was going to breakdown once and for all.

She slowly rose and quietly dressed. She barely payed attention to what she was wearing, though some part of her absently told her she should. She didn't want to look desperate. Despondent. She pulled on a long sleeve shirt and cargo pants, the exact colors a mystery in the dark. A shiver ran through her and she didn't know if it was because she was cold or upset, so she grabbed a sweater and thick wool socks.

She needed to talk to Willow. Needed to listen to whatever spilled out of her beautiful mouth, but for now, right now, all she wanted was a few minutes alone in her studio to think. Maybe a few moments to herself, a brush in her hand, would give her a moment of peace before everything changed. Because when they talked, every thing would change.

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"Hello?" The man croaked, his voice thick with sleep.

"Xander?"

"Willow? It's," there was a pause and rustling. "It's so, so early."

"It's not that early," Willow replied contritely, her voice small.

"It feels, so, so early," Xander repeated, exhaustion lacing his words.

"I waited to call," she offered. The redhead held onto the phone tightly, her limbs cold despite being covered by the fluffy comforter and she watched through her window as sunlight tried to break through yet another foreboding cloud.

"I'd probably appreciate that more if it wasn't so, so early," the man said with a sigh.

Willow nodded, a lump in her throat. "Something awful happened."

"What?" the man asked, his voice instantly serious. "Willow, are you okay?"

"Tara tried to kiss me last night, and I moved away." The flinch flashed through her mind and the redhead winced, briefly squeezing her eyes shut, her face exploding crimson.

"You." There was a pause on the other end of the line and Willow again heard a faint rustle. "Please say that part again because it sounded like you said you moved away from Tara trying to kiss you."

"I did," Willow replied, her voice raw and anxious. "Say it. And I did it. I moved away and, oh god, the look on her face." She squeezed her lips tight, her eyes filling with tears.

"You–" Xander sighed. "Okay, I'd ask what happened but I kind of have a feeling you're going to tell me even if I–"

"We went out to dinner last night," the redhead quickly interjected, brushing her free hand across her face and the few stray tears that had fallen down her cheeks. "It was a date although neither one of us said it was. But it totally was."

"Okay," the dark haired man said.

"And it was great. We talked and it was just, perfect. And on the way back I asked her if she wanted to go up on the roof and watch the fog and she said yes."

"Watch the fog–"

"I made cider, we took up blankets–"

"How do you watch fog?" Xander asked.

"We talked for what felt like hours and I got sleepy and fell asleep on her shoulder." Willow pursed her lips. "We woke up and it was starting to rain, so we ran inside..." She swallowed hard. "And it was just perfect. She looked so beautiful, really beautiful, and she leaned in to kiss me and I don't know what happened, I just, froze a-and stepped back. And oh god, the look on her face."

"Will–"

"She wouldn't let me explain," the redhead continued, her eyes dropping to her lap. "I wanted to explain but she said we were tired and needed to go to sleep and then she went to her room."

"Ouch."

Willow nodded at her friend's one word analysis, and when she spoke her voice was tight and small. "Xander, this is the worst thing I've ever done."

"I'm sure it's not that ba–"

"It is," Willow said with another nod of her head. "It's the worst thing ever, by far."

"Okay," the man allowed. "Have you talked since?"

"No," the redhead glumly replied. "She's still in her room." She briefly paused. "I slept on the floor in my bedroom by the door last night, to hear if she got up. I haven't heard her this morning, so..." Willow again squeezed her eyes closed tight. "Xander, she tried to kiss me and I ruined it."

"Willow, you didn't ruin anything," the man said with a gentle sigh. "I mean, maybe a little, and I know it stinks right now, but try and be happy."

"Happy?" Willow said disgusted, her eyes snapping open, her brow furrowed. "How could seeing her in pain make me happy?"

"She has feelings for you," Xander explained. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"No," the redhead heatedly replied. She shook her head confused. "I mean, yes, but, not this way."

"It's a misunderstanding. Just one day in your life when things are confused; you'll explain and everything will be fine." The redhead didn't reply. "Willow?"

"Yeah," she said, a quirk in her brow, her mind vacantly replaying the kiss that never was.

"I know that it feels bigger than that," Xander said gently. "But in a few days, this is just going to be an awkward memory and you two will probably be big with the smoochies."

"I hope so," the redhead replied, her voice barely audible.

"I know so," the man said confidently. "Will, for two years I've listened to you talk about how much you love her, how worried you were that she wouldn't ever love you and she does. Or at least, she likes you enough to want to kiss you, which is a good thing in my big book of really great things. So this, all this, stuff, it's just an apology away from being nothing."

Willow pressed her lips into a thin line, the man's reassuring words dancing around the guilt and shame in her brain.

"Willow?"

"Yeah," she said, her brow furrowing.

"It's going to be okay," the man said, his voice soft and warm.

"How can you be so sure?" The redhead asked.

"I can't," he admitted.

Willow nodded her head. After a long moment of silence, she spoke. "I've been having a lot of dreams lately." She looked down at her free hand, her fingers picking at her comforter's piping. "Dreams about Tara. And me. Together." She paused. "I'd rather be there than awake sometimes because they're better than real. I've even been snoozing to stay in them."

"Ah..." Xander said wisely. "Tinkerbell."

"What?" The redhead asked, confused by the apparent tangent.

"Tinkerbell," the man repeated. "Peter Pan?" When the redhead didn't reply, the dark haired man continued. "The place between sleep and awake where you can still remember dreaming is where Tinkerbell will always love Peter Pan. Where she waits for him. Presumably in a nicely-appointed lantern-shaped fairy apartment in Neverland." There was silence on the line. "I watched 'Hook' on Encore last night. Even waxed, Robin Williams is a very hairy man."

The redhead ducked her head as the information drifted into her mind. "The dreams are always so happy, but last night I had a dream that I couldn't wait to leave. It was awful."

"Madame Butterfly awful, or–"

"It's not a joke, Xander," the redhead snapped.

"Sorry," he said. "But it was just a dream."

"It felt awful," Willow said, leaning back and resting her head against the door. "It was like, Groundhog Day—the movie not the holiday," she quickly clarified. "I just kept messing up the kiss over and over again." She winced in embarrassment.

"That is bad, but still, just a dream." The man paused. "Will–"

"Please drive up today," the redhead interrupted urgently as she sat up straighter.

"Ahh..." The man hedged, a long sigh drifting across the line.

"I know you have the day off," Willow said. "You can stay at Buffy's tonight."

"Don't you think you have enough on your plate?"

"Xander, please–"

"Willow–"

"Buffy's going to want to talk to you about this, too, you know..." the redhead said. "I mean, it's not just me, and my stuff. It's you too, it's us, two, our stuff, together, and we've hid things long enough. Please."

"Will–"

"I need you, here, please." She sighed, obviously frustrated. "Things, things are just so tense, and now with Tara... It's just so awkward." Willow shook her head. "I don't know what to say to her. How to explain everything."

"Just be honest," Xander replied.

"it's not that easy," the redhead said contritely, her brow furrowing deeply.

"Yes, it is," the man insisted.

"I've been totally thoughtless," Willow said.

"Yes, all with the thoughtless," Xander sighed, his own frustration mounting. "But Willow– Don't you think you're being a little too hard on yourself?" The dark haired man said. "You love her. You want to be with her. So you got a little ahead of yourself, got scared, made a mistake; it's not the end of the world. Just explain."

"Explain," Willow repeated. She frowned. "Please come up."

"Willow," the man said firmly.

"I need you, please."

"Will–"

"Please–"

"I can't come out for you."

The truth silenced her. There was a long pause before the redhead spoke, her voice quiet and naked. "I know."

"You have to do this alone," the man said. "And when you do, we'll be there for you. I'll be there for you, and Tara will be there for you."

There was a long pause. "If she forgives me," the redhead replied insecurely.

"She'll forgive you," Xander said patiently. "How could she not?"

Willow could only nod her hope that he was right. After another long pause, she spoke. "Buffy's going to hate me."

"Maybe," the dark haired man admitted. "But I don't think so."

"Xander–"

"Color me extremely naive, but I don't think you're giving her enough credit."

"We lied to her," she replied, her brow furrowing.

"And she lied to us."

Willow frowned. She knew what he was talking about. "Her mom had just died."

"And coming out is hard," Xander said, now obviously frustrated. "Willow, you're a good person. Could you have done things differently, absolutely, but you didn't lie to hurt Buffy. And you didn't flinch to hurt Tara."

"I know, but–"

"No, no buts."

"But–"

"Willow," the man warned.

"But–"

"If ifs and buts were candy and nuts, it would be a very Merry Christmas."

Willow pulled a face. "What does that even mean?"

"Call me a simple man, but I truly believe that Buffy's going to surprise you. And Tara— You love her. She has kissy feelings for you. You tell her what happened and everything'll be fine."

"It's not that simple," the redhead said with a shake of her head.

"But it also doesn't have to be so hard," Xander said.

"I just want to take it all back."

"Will," the man replied, frustration encasing her name. "I know, I know you want a do over, but unless you build a time machine—which, lets face it, you probably could—you can't."

"Xander, what if things don't work out?" The redhead asked, her voice shaky. "What if they both hate me?"

Before the man could answer a loud buzz shattered the silence.

"I feel like I just answered wrong on a game show," Xander said.

"It's the intercom," Willow said, standing abruptly and pushing the comforter away from her body with her free hand.

"Okay, Will–"

"'I've got to go," she said, straightening her clothes. The buzz would definitely wake Tara up, and she'd come out of her room– "Xander I'll call you back." Before he could reply she hung up and opened the door, dropping the phone onto the crumpled comforter as she exited into the hallway.

The buzz sounded again, and Willow's brow furrowed as she turned to see Tara's door still closed, the apartment still and silent. She stretched her hearing and heard nothing. No rustle of a waking form, no quiet steps toward a closed door. The buzz sounded again and Willow snapped her head to the stairs. She descended the steps quickly and started to head to the intercom by the front door when out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of a note on the bar. She faltered, stumbling as she stepped, and she continued confused to the intercom only when it buzzed twice in close succession again. "Yes?" She asked as she pressed the talk button, worry lines creasing her face, her eyes never leaving the note.

"Delivery for Ms. Maclay," came the gruff reply.

"What?" Willow asked, her voice strained. A note...

"Frames, for Ms. Maclay," the annoyed voice crackled through the intercom. "Delivery from Anya's Accessories."

"O-Okay," Willow said. She pressed the button for the downstairs door and then opened the apartment door. She almost ran to the counter, picking up the note with a trembling hand. She read it quickly, then read it again, her brow deepening into a furrow as her eyes frantically followed the words written on the page.

************************************

She never meant to run away. In fact, she hadn't even intended to leave. When she went down the stairs and into her studio, she was merely going to try and settle down. Kill time before Willow awoke and the future changed forever.

But then it hit her square in the heart as she stood in her studio, her mind finally overloading as she tried to fight back tears and the urge to scream, every feeling she'd ever felt for Willow surging inside of her and suffocating her. The painting of Willow's eye color stared at her from the floor. The redhead's hair shone from a painting to her left. And the silent sound, pressing against her from every angle, that quiet sound of someone sleeping in another part of the house, both far away and impossibly near... Willow was everywhere, and the blonde choked on it.

Tara's fingers twitched and her mind shifted. She had felt this way before. It was like a nuclear reaction gone very, very wrong, emotions building and colliding inside of her, begging to be let out. She was too full, her skin practically bursting and splitting with it, and she needed it out, needed every swirling thought and confusing, conflicting emotion out of her. She glanced to the backpack sitting under her desk, and to the case of paints against the wall. In a calm rush she moved toward both, grabbing one and then the other. She shoved her shoes on and then started to the studio door before freezing. She turned back around and went to her stereo; she fumbled as she freed Willow's CD from the tray, and dropped it into her backpack with a worried frown.

It just wasn't her safe space anymore. Willow was everywhere. Upstairs. Waiting to talk to her and she just couldn't do it. Not when she was about to burst. Once upon a time, maybe, maybe, she would have sat on a chair and waited, stared at the moon or the clouds and waited, her emotions bottled up, her fear sitting in her throat, constricting her voice, sparking her stutter, but not now. She needed some time, an outlet, and she needed to be someplace, any place, other than that room, that apartment, that close to Willow. The blonde exited the studio and headed toward the front door.

Marissa.

Hadn't she offered her studio on Post? Tara nodded to herself, remembering the frizzy haired woman's invitation at Morgan's party. The blonde could go, paint, think, try and find some catharsis for this... what? Broken heart? Expectant heart? She didn't even know where or what she was anymore. Was she the girl waiting to be let down easy or swept off her feet? She just knew that she felt dizzy and it scared her. It scared her how fast her heart beat, how red hot her cheeks felt and how ice cold her blood felt. And how simultaneously slow and fast every single second of time seemed to move. Because last night she had done the second scariest thing she could think of, and it blew up in her face.

She'd be gone for a few hours. Back before Willow went to see her mom. She'd have the night to deal, alone, with whatever Willow was going to tell her as the redhead visited with her mother. And she'd deal with it. Whatever it was going to be. The end of something, the beginning of something... She'd take it. Own it. And figure out the life that was hers on the other side then. But now, now she just needed to be someplace else.

She didn't even notice the rain as she stepped out onto the street. Not really, though it fell to the ground around her in sheets as she walked, the sidewalk and streets swollen with water rippling in divergent directions. The hem of her pants was quickly soaked, splashing water up into her socks and she didn't even notice. She moved briskly, her face burning hot with embarrassment and shame and a whole host of other mixed and muddled emotions. She looked up just long enough to orient herself and then her head dropped again. Her arms tightened around her case of paints, hugged close to her chest, and her shoulders hunched high, the straps from her backpack digging into her neck through her coat. The umbrella she held in her hand teetered above her, wind whipping it to and fro. She walked as quickly as she could to the BART station, her mind spinning faster and faster with each wet step.

But it was still early. When she emerged from underground at the Embarcadero St. station the rain had abated, and she could tell from the dull glow peaking from behind the clouds that it was still too early. Too early to go to the gallery, too early to ask for the keys to her possible oasis. So she bought coffee from a kiosk and walked down to the water's edge. She sat on a wet cement bench next to Cupid's Span, the huge bow and arrow sculpture that split art lovers in the city when installed years ago, and she wondered at the irony of her location. Cars buzzed behind her, commuters headed to their jobs, and the sun occasionally, valiantly, tried to shine from behind both clouds and the gray Bay Bridge. Tara sat there in the shadow of the Span and doubted leaving, doubted the case full of paints by her side. She was swarmed by indecision. She should go home. She should go paint. The shoulds pounded at her relentlessly and she felt weak.

By the time she got to the gallery, it was open, but just barely. Lucy sat behind the desk going through her morning routine and Tara felt guilty interrupting her as she approached.

"Tara," Lucy said with a smile as she looked up at the unexpected figure walking toward her. "How's it going?"

"Hi, Lucy," the blonde said with a polite smile. "Is M-Marissa here?"

The assistant shook her head. "She's heading to an early meeting for her restaurant project."

"Oh," Tara said and her heart sank, her oasis seemingly fading before her parched eyes.

"Can I do something for you?" The assistant asked helpfully, her brown eyes seeing in slump of the artist's shoulders that something not to be asked about was wrong.

"I w-was hoping to use the Post street space today," the blonde softly explained.

"Oh, gosh."

The assistant's apologetic tone caused Tara to dip her head, her damp hair falling forward around her face. "M-Marissa offered–"

"No, I know," Lucy interrupted. "She mentioned a couple of days ago. We just have it booked tomorrow, and I don't know how she feels about using it the day before." The assistant smiled sheepishly. "Never really come up before."

"It's okay," Tara said with an embarrassed shake of her head. "M-Maybe an-nother time." She sighed at her stutter.

Lucy winced. The poor blonde was obviously burdened. "Let me call her and ask. Couldn't hurt, right?" Tara nodded politely and Lucy smiled. "Hold on one sec."

The blonde again nodded before turning to look around the gallery as the assistant picked the phone handset up from it's cradle. A new exhibit was installed on the white walls, but Tara found she couldn't focus enough to discern the work's subject, much less its medium. The blonde absently rubbed her wrist as she waited. She wasn't wearing a watch and it felt odd. She barely ever left the house without one, and her paint-splattered plastic watch had been her constant companion all week. But this morning, when she reached for the watch, her fingers stumbled across the glass bead bracelet Willow had given her and she had recoiled as if she had caressed a poisonous snake. A million flashes of the redhead exploded before her eyes and when the blonde came to she had forgotten about the watch entirely, leaving it lonely and unused on top of her dresser.

"Marissa." Lucy's voice echoed in the near empty space. "Tara Maclay is here and she'd like the keys to the Post St. space." Tara's attention was pulled back to the assistant before her and Lucy glanced up. "Of course, it's just we have it booked for Aaron Bellows tomorrow afternoon."

Aaron Bellows. Tara knew him, or rather, knew of him. Of what a coup it was for Marissa to be able to say such a famous artist was using her studio. The blonde's heart fell further at the thought of not being able to use the space.

Lucy listened for a minute, her eyes never leaving the defeated artist. "Of course." She pressed a button on the phone and replaced the handset into the cradle; a hiss emerged from the phone's speaker.

"Tara?" Marissa's disembodied, crackly voice poured out of the small speaker.

"Y-Yes," the blonde said, stepping closer to the assistant's desk and phone.

"Do you have your own supplies?"

"Some," Tara said, subconsciously fingering the modest case of paints in her hand. "I'd probably need the closet though."

"Can you replace what you use by tomorrow afternoon?"

The question surprised the blonde. "Yes," Tara said confidently, nodding her head for only Lucy to see.

"Okay. Lucy, go ahead and give her the keys. Tara are you going to be there long?"

"I don't know," she admitted guiltily. "A few hours, probably." A line formed on her brow.

"Okay, just drop the keys by the gallery later."

"Okay. Marissa—thank you," Tara said, her acknowledgment grateful and sincere.

"No problem. Thanks Luce."

"Bye," Lucy said, pressing the end button with a slight smile. She opened a locked drawer in her desk and pulled out a ring of keys. "Do you know the code for the lower door?"

"Yes," Tara said with a nod, not believing her luck. Not believing her cowardice.

"Okay. Closet key is the small silver one. Call if you have any questions."

"Thank you, Lucy." The blonde was surprised by how small her voice sounded as she took the keys from the girl in front of her.

"Happy to help." The girl smiled wide and Tara smiled in return, the warmth of the gesture never reaching her dull blue eyes.

************************************

The knock on the open door startled her. She had completely forgotten about the delivery, though she had buzzed the mover in not a full minute ago.

"Ms. Maclay?" A man's head popped into the room around the open apartment door.

Ms. Maclay. Tara. "She's not here," Willow said, her voice surprised, her face shocked. Her fingers felt numb where they touched the note.

"Can you sign?" The man asked, peeved. "Or should I come back."

"I." Willow looked down at the note and then back up. She shook her head, trying to bring herself back to the moment. "They're, frames?"

"From Anya's Accessories," the man repeated. "Ms. Maclay ordered them Wednesday for Saturday delivery."

"Right," the redhead said, remembering their trip to the store. Remembering the little doodle hearts drawn around Tara's name that were probably still in her pants' pockets. "I'll sign," Willow said. She stepped forward and the man waved to men behind him.

The man and Willow stepped to the side as a large cardboard box was brought through the door by two stout men. "Where do you want it?" The first man asked.

"Over there." Willow waved her free hand to the area by the couch, the note pinched tightly in her other. Or should it be in the studio? "Wait," the redhead said, her head spinning. No, the studio is Tara's space. Only, Tara's space. "Right there's fine," she amended, nodding her head to the originally indicated space.

The first man beckoned to Willow and nodded toward the clipboard in his hands. "Print your name here, sign, date and then initial here." She signed, robotically, and the man nodded his head to the delivery men to leave.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a tip," the redhead said, absently patting her pajama bottoms for pockets they didn't have. "I didn't know I'd be signing..."

"S'okay," the man said obviously displeased, his face a tight line. "Have a good day, Miss."

"You too," Willow replied automatically. The man left and Willow followed him to the door; she closed it softly and locked the deadbolt. She looked down to the note in her hand. After a long moment she crossed the space and gently placed it back on the bar. She walked toward the stairs without a look back, and up to her room with lead feet. She entered her room and pulled her comforter from its place on the floor onto her bed. She crawled up into the blanket's warmth and the bed's inviting softness, and rested her head on the crook of her arm. Her brow furrowed, she turned and looked to the ceiling and sighed.

************************************

The hardest part had been the note.

Tara looked around the studio, and gently set her case of paints on the floor next to her after flicking on the lights. It was an old ballet studio, converted by Marissa for use by her artist friends and potential clients. The honey colored hardwood floors were nicked and scratched and covered in drops of paint. The full-length mirrors had been removed long ago, revealing rough brick beneath that Marissa had left unaltered and unadorned. The only natural light in the room came from a bank of large factory windows that ran the length of the room. A simple wood table sat on the far wall, and on it sat a combo lamp, a wood manikin and small stereo. There were two doors toward the back; one led to a simple bathroom and the other to a large dressing room Marissa called, "the closet." It was a misnomer, really. Closet. More like a small art supply store. It was filled top to bottom with everything an artist in resident might need. Tara sighed and picked up her case before moving more fully into the room. She put the case down near the closet door and turned to face the windows.

The note.

The blonde closed her eyes and winced. She had hesitated. Not about leaving the note. Of course she would leave a note. But what to say? She pulled the cap off the pen and froze, hovering over the small scrap of paper on her kitchen bar, totally bereft of words. After a long moment she scribbled 'painting at Post St studio' in bright blue ink. It felt impersonal and exposing, like too little information and too much at the same time. She didn't add when she would return because at that moment she wasn't sure she'd even go through with it. And how to sign it. For a long moment her hand was still. And then in a loop, the pen glided across the paper. First an L, and then an O. She finished the word, added a comma, and with a quick stroke signed her name below.

It felt wrong to write. Naked and trite. It was the first time she had ever used that term of endearment with Willow, and it was on a note she was leaving on the counter after a horrific, embarrassing encounter, one which she fled from, avoiding the girl after she practically begged her to talk. It felt both wrong and completely right. Natural, even. She looked at the paper, thought about discarding and starting again, writing her name alone, but that felt sparse. Cold and almost cruel. She looked at the note again, the valediction again, and after a long moment, took a step back. The space distanced herself from the emotion, took her out of the moment and it all seemed so trivial. She picked up her case and quietly left, the key turning in the lock seemingly amplified in opposition to the stealth she wished to keep. Her eye caught the microwave clock just before she secreted out. 6:46.

The blonde opened her eyes, noise from the bustling city street below filtering up into Marissa's studio, and the girl clumsily sloughed off her backpack, a strap catching on her wrist, the bag dangling feet off of the ground. She untangled it from her arm and dropped it the short distance to the floor with a soft thud. She removed her jacket and laid it on the floor next to the wall, then knelt and unzipped the zipper to her bag. She reached in and picked out Willow's CD from where it sat unprotected and seductive on top of a pair of yoga pants the blonde had only worn once. She didn't know what possessed her to bring the CD. Here she was, fleeing from Willow and she brings the most personal gift the girl had ever given her. After a long moment spent waffling, staring at the circular disc for answers she knew it didn't have, she crossed to the sparse table, put the disc in the small stereo and forwarded to the final song on the CD. She paused, for a long moment just paused before starting the music, the city's busy sounds the only in the room and she let the reality of what she was about to do sink in. She held her breath, and with the mess of emotions that pushed her from her home bubbling just beneath her skin, she pressed play.
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby WillowRTaraM1 » Sun Feb 20, 2011 10:19 pm

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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby smileintheether » Sun Feb 20, 2011 10:22 pm

Yayayayayayay! My night just got a whole lot more interesting :) WIll comment after reading!

Man, this update made me smile even as Tara was leaving and thus prolonging the agony, because it was so true to the character. It's possible this fic is making me somewhat of a masochist :P but seriously, you are capturing some moments that are often forgotten in fiction writing, such as the moment where you need nothing to happen but to be alone with yourself, not analyzing or bathing in drama, but just clearing out your head. It makes me love Tara more, and I thank you for making them people who could exist even outside of the story. That said, aughhhhh! I want them to talk and be together and, sure, deal with all the craziness that comes with them being together, but finally be able to stop second-guessing themselves! It's devastatingly realistic :)

Also, I almost screamed at Xander's mention of "Neverland." I cannot think of a more perfect way to have the title of this fic explained. There are so many layers to it, and I have to congratulate you on your continuing ability to surprise and impress, even as we all think we know what's going to happen :) Thank you, as always, for treating our Willow and Tara so truly, and here's hoping another update comes really really really soon! :-D
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby WR/TM » Sun Feb 20, 2011 10:36 pm

YAY an update!!! I loved it! Can't wait to see what happens next...thanks for writing! :pinky
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby lavenderangel » Sun Feb 20, 2011 11:03 pm

I really wasn't expecting an update, I just looked at this thread out of habit. what an awesome surprise.

But oh god, this update. I only recently read the last couple chapters, and I'm selfishly so glad I didn't have to wait long.

I'm so proud of the progress both girls have made. Weeks ago this kind of incident would have taken days to resolve. Tara is being so brave, and I literally screamed in delight at her signature. For a second I tried to think of other closing phrases that started with l-o, in case I was mistaken. But I'm so proud of her. Don't mind me, I get really invested in fictional characters.

I also really enjoyed Willow's conversations with Xander, which I didn't expect because I usually haven't in this fic. I just think she's almost codependent on him at times, and I'm so glad he was firm with her. the "I can't come out for you" line was perfect. I feel like I need to reread this from start to finish again, because I forget if Xander is coming up on Saturday or not. HIm meeting Tara would be interesting.

But first, I need to go work on my paper, because this update energized me.
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby BeMyDeputy » Mon Feb 21, 2011 1:17 am

Wow.

Okay, I have a presentation in . . . too few hours, so here's my filler feedback.


******

[blockquote]As Willow walked into the kitchen to get a drink, her eyes spotted something on the floor. The frames must have knocked the slip of paper off the counter. Willow reached down, picked it up, and turned it over.

There were perhaps two dozen words on the paper, maybe fewer. But Willow only saw one.

Unable to read or think or breathe, Willow ran upstairs to her phone. Hands shaking, she pulled up Tara's number and typed a quick note. Tara wrote it. So can I.

"I love you too. Please come home."

She pressed send.[/blockquote]

*****

Okay, now that I've reread this with a THINKING brain (well, thinking about something other than Ebola), the above filler event totally makes zero sense. Heh heh. Oops.

Here's my real feedback:

Re: Feedback response:

I’m really glad to hear that Tara didn’t want to be stopped, not that she was walking away to be stopped. I’ve met a lot of girls that were definitely socialized to do the manipulative, “I want you to stop me” thing, and to not say what they mean in general. The guys I know were socialized to just say what they mean, though avoiding topics like feelings and shit (as opposed to the older stereotype of not really talking at all). Then again, maybe lesbians don’t pull that crap—most of the queer peeps I know are guys.

As a corollary to that, I like that you’re writing a more realistic situation, where there are misunderstandings and missteps. It makes the story so much more relatable. I mean, the comments on the previous section seemed entirely aimed at the character’s you’ve written, which underscores how great your writing is. These feel like real people, people we can take issue with, people we can love, people we can want in our beds. You continue to do a fant—wait, did I just say that?

I felt really bad for both Willow and Tara, but I felt particularly motivated to take Willow’s side because everyone seemed to be taking Tara’s side. Well, that and 90% of the time I identify with Willow.

My point with the coming out is the biggest deal in the world when it’s you was actually more the flip side: it’s not so much a big deal when it isn’t you. Maybe my friends are weird, but I don’t really think any of them would be that upset by finding out a close friend hadn’t disclosed her sexuality for a long time. It just doesn’t feel like a big lie to me. Buffy and Willow aren’t sleeping together, so she isn’t compelled to disclose in my book. I’m personally open and honest about my sexuality, but I don’t expect anyone else to be. Yes, she told Xander and not Buffy, but it isn’t like she’s told other people, either. But I’m heavily steeped in nerd culture, and other than “boobs=pretty,” we don’t talk much about sexuality. This is pretty accurate.


Actual feedback:
I really loved these interwoven tales of regret and remorse. There was so much going on that when I read it in a hurry while putting together a presentation, I missed a lot. Like, I didn’t encode that Willow found a note, just that Tara wrote one. I totally missed the explanation of the title.

I love that Tara took Willow’s cd with her, even though she fled the apartment to get away from Willow. The things she fled were all things filtered through Tara, i.e. Willow seen through Tara’s eyes. But the cd is Willow as seen by herself. At the same time, the cd feels like a parallel to the note. Maybe this is me being an overzealous pattern matcher (sorry, fiancé’s a cognitive psychologist), but it feels like the cd is going to tell Tara that Willow loves her, just like the note told Willow Tara loves her.

The talk with Xander was just wonderful. He could see that Willow should be glad of the event, even if she regretted the flinch. I’ve always loved Xander, and it’s great to read him as helpful and insightful. He’s a much simpler person than Willow, and is therefore a great balance to Willow.

A few details that particularly stood out to me were the way you used clocks to finally orient the reader to when these events occurred relative to one another, and how it took thinking to put it all together. Another was the phrase “cast iron pants.” Because that’s just hilarious.

Thanks for another delightful read.

Kate
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby nightmask » Mon Feb 21, 2011 2:04 am

Ok that was amazing, I totally agree Tara does need time to be alone and have a personal catharsis before facing Willow. She needs to let loose everything that's bothering her and just get it out on to the canvas. I think she brought Willow's CD because she felt like a part of her needed to face Willow and Willow's music will help draw all of her emotions out to the surface so she can get them out of herself and harness it into a painting.

So it's 3:00 AM where I am right now and I couldn't sleep so I woke up, made some tea and then checked the kitten board and to my surprise Neverland was updated!!! :D I'm loving the new chapter !!!!!
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby taranwillow4ever » Mon Feb 21, 2011 5:09 am

Wow, you capture their feelings perfectly. I think we all can relate to what is going on with both of the women. Maybe not the exact situation, but those feelings of doing something "wrong" and wanting to fix it immediately, and not being able too or just needing to escape and get some perspective. I wish Willow had really yelled she loved Tara in the situation, rather than the dream. That may have changed. I could see Tara not hearing it in the moment, but it hitting later. Love the Neverland explanation.

Looking forward to reading more.
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby Mrs. Pineapple » Mon Feb 21, 2011 5:35 am

Okay, so I woke up this morning, checked the KB and I found this. I only could read half of it, I had to catch a train, but what I did get: Tara ran away.

Goddamnit! #@é&ç%*§!!!

Sorry, I usually don't swear, let alone on paper, but this was really frustrating. I was afraid that it might happen, but I had never thought it was a really valid fear.

Luckily, when I came home, I read the rest of it and it started making sense again, like it always does.

I loved how you discribed Willow's dreams/nightmares and yay! for the Xander-call. Also, goody on the Peter Pan reference. I believe I read somewhere that you would put it there sometime, and I wondered when it would happen.

And the note... Did I apologise for my angry outburst? Because the note pretty much made it alright again, and I trust that Willow's as-of-yet-anonymous song will clear some things out for Tara too. Or it will just leave her with more questions. Whatever.

Thanks for writing some in advance: you're right about us kittens being impatient, especially after the 'flinch-incident'.

Great job

P.S.: Go Tara! Fortune favours the brave
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby zampsa19752001 » Mon Feb 21, 2011 5:58 am

Yay for great update-y goodness... I really liked Willow's talk with Xander... Tara really needs to talk with Willow as soon as possible, hopefully before Willow meets Sheila...
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby beautiful_love » Mon Feb 21, 2011 7:33 am

The next installment of my favorite story... yay!

And wow. What can I even say? Well great update for starters, as usual. Your attention to detail is insane. Like I felt like I was standing on the hardwood floors of the Post St. studio. It's phenomenal.

I was expecting a more angsty update because after reading this for so long, I know it's not just going to end all tied up in a neat little package so suddenly, but it wasn't and I think it all had to do with Tara's note. I expected Tara would run but I honestly thought she'd leave no clue as to her whereabouts. So that was a nice surprise.

I also liked Willow's talk with Xander. I genuinely adore his character in this because, while those other than Willow may not get to see his good intentions, he really is a great, supportive friend.

Looking forward to the next, and most likely fabulous, update.
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby The Best Name On The Site » Mon Feb 21, 2011 8:55 am

Don't ask me what possessed me to check the kb today but I did and I am so happy. You almost broke me when Tara left Willow standing there last chapter, so I'm glad you almost fixed me with this. I say almost because the only way you could fix me completely would be to finish the story. (Not like that's incentive or anything. :smug) So, I'm now eagerly awaiting the next chapter. Here's hope that smoochies are involved. :)

And Deputy, great filler. Knowing how those two are, though, Tara probably left her phone.
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby ceridwen » Mon Feb 21, 2011 10:54 am

I was so sure Tara would hear Willow begging Xander to come... hear her saying "I need you" and totally misinterpret the whole thing again... like at Morgan's party.

I'm so happy things didn't go that way.

So tonight's the big night huh? Willow's finally gonna come outta the closet.

I can now start to see the light at the end of the very dark, very long tunnel.

I hope you have the time and inspiration to have the next update soon.

Thank you for sharing your incredible talent with us.
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby wimpy0729 » Mon Feb 21, 2011 10:54 am

Oh Heather, you have such an amazing gift of torturously dragging out even a few hours, but giving us so much. These poor girls can analyze, re-analyze and over-analyze more than anyone I know. Tara pretty much had it right at one point, and I wish so much she would've stopped there, about Willow really caring for her and was just scared about coming out and all the changes that would happen along with it. Sooo close, but no cigar. Not yet anyway. And the flinch just keeps haunting them both. You have no idea how many times I groan and yell out loud every time they take one step forward and two steps back. Thus, the luscious agony of Neverland.

I actually like your Xander. I often found him annoying on the show, getting into everyone's business and sometimes just being a jerk, but you have totally changed my opinion of him here. He is a devoted and supportive friend to Willow, so I'm curious whether he'll end up caving in and coming as Willow asked, although he has a point that she has to do this for herself.

I was afraid Tara would do the running thing, but I totally get how she was overwhelmed and had to get out for a while. I'm guessing she'll crank out a masterpiece with wild abandon, and she'll feel much better. Or I could, of course, be totally wrong.

Then there's The Note. Wow, it said so little but so much. What a huge, brave step to write the L word after that tumultuous night.

So okay, in my fantasy, Willow shows up outside the studio in a raincoat, holding a radio, ala John Cusack, with 3 signs, showing them in sequence. One says "I'M SORRY, one says "I'M GAY and one says "I LOVE YOU", or something like that. Well, at least I can dream.

So today is the day Willow's mom is coming. Wow, can't wait to see what happens with that on top of everything else. Can't wait for all the drama that this one day brings. I'm surprised these girls don't have ulcers with everything they've gone through. I probably already have one myself, but it's totally worth it!

Really can't wait to see what happens next for them. Hope the family's well.


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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby LonelyTara » Mon Feb 21, 2011 9:34 pm

Wow...I am overwhelmed, best word for it. I was so tense reading this chapter, when Willow asked Xander to come I thought I would be sick because she was actually finding a way to make things worse than they already are. Thank goodness he had the sense, the tough love and good boundaries, to say no. I hope that Xander is a prophet in this fic, not merely a comforter. Bring on the coming out, and the making up!
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby KnightlyLove » Mon Feb 21, 2011 10:36 pm

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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby Kajun » Mon Feb 21, 2011 11:48 pm

Heather: Serious WOW. Willow replays the scene over and over, each time with subtle differences but the end is always the same.. she fucked up. So true to life and it made me cry. Kudos for blending dream-click from hours earlier and the click from the door as Tara left the apartment together so seamlessly. At least.. I hope I read that right.

Hilarious imagery:

“It was the most likely scenario... but it fit about as well as a pair of cast iron pants.”


Interesting that Willow is so totally focused while Tara’s thoughts are running the gamut of the meaning of things.. of everything. Every look, touch, smile etc. shared between them. She finally let herself believe Willow loves her only to have her heart ripped out. It’s understandable Tara would need to leave the house and put some distance between herself and Willow. I hope Willow tells her the truth before she asks her to move out. That would crush the red-head.

Good Gosh you have made me totally admire Xander.. again. He is the voice of reason reminding Willow, repeatedly, that Tara WANTS to kiss her. And this is a great line:

“So this, all this, stuff, it's just an apology away from being nothing."


Xander is such a good friend and I love that he is being positive and supportive without whitewashing the reality of the situation. Willow has a tough road ahead, one that she must face alone, but only for a short time. I almost expected him to say, “This too shall pass.” And it will. I know how she feels, unintentionally hurting someone and convincing yourself everything is ruined forever. My heart aches for both of them.

Did Tara really write LOVE on the note? The power of Willow compels her. :D I like the parallel with Tara writing the endearment on the note and Willow remembering her heart doodles. Also with Willow being mindful of keeping Tara’s space “safe” when the frames are delivered while Tara leaves feeling like her entire home isn’t “safe”. These little things.. these bits and pieces are inserted into the story so completely naturally. It’s like reading a ballad.. quiet lovely.

Gotta give props to Marissa for not grilling Tara about why she wanted to use the studio. I’m sure she caught the distraught tone of Tara’s voice. I hope M doesn’t talk to M and mention that Tara is there and possibly upset. Tara needs to paint, just paint, without interruption. Between the previous evening’s events and finally listening to the last song of Willow’s CD, I think this will turn out to be Tara’s most passionate, revealing and beautiful work yet. I’m anxious for the title reveal.. for the song and the painting.

Seriously? This just keeps getting better --Really top notch writing. I can’t say it often enough. Thank you for sharing your amazing gift with us.
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby KnightlyLove » Tue Feb 22, 2011 12:22 am

Also, I always wondered why you called it Neverland. I can see how it might be for many different reasons, but that was an interesting level to the title that I'd never even considered... plus, super cute!
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby what_we_do_is_secret » Tue Feb 22, 2011 12:22 pm

Woo!
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Re: New Fic - Neverland

Postby love_2003 » Tue Feb 22, 2011 1:16 pm

I just knew Tara was going to leave early in the morning so she wouldn't have to face Willow. I'm glad Willow at least has Xander to talk to about what happened. I hope Tara confides in someone soon.
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