Willow-Fic, Part 3 ..
must retype again, or I forget, namely, what are the changes ... * g *
As in the earlier part:!
SPOILER WARNING UP TO 7 AND BTVS ATS 4
btw: Feedback is more than desired, okay;)
"Wi-Willow ... what are you doing here then?"? Cordelia had set out to get rid of another representative, at this hour was funny enough boom. She was expecting any visitors - especially not by a certain red-haired Witch, who stood at her door - and was dressed accordingly loose.
Willow was just as surprised to find the former cheerleader and was in the first few moments unable to say anything. "Sorry ... I-I really wanted ... to your mind ... the-I-am-am yesterday and arrived in London ... and the Hyperion was no more ... There were only vibrations .. .
"Woah, woah, Willow, slowly ..." Cordy had to smile as she began to stammer opposite. It has not changed in this regard. "Come only a look." She stepped aside and waited for Willow from her nervous attack occurred and recovered. However, this
took a moment for the to recognize and actually hesitant to enter. "Oh ... sorry, I'm still surprised a little, you gathered here. I thought your mind could help me on the search. His name is Dennis but, is it?"
A flickering went through the apartment.
"Oh. Hi, Dennis. You are too?"
In response blew the entrants a breeze through his hair.
Cordy closed the door again and joined the living room. "I see that Dennis has already welcomed you ... Dennis, that's Willow, an old school friend."
The lights flickered again.
"Sit down, Willow," Cordy said, pointing to one of the chairs. "Dennis, you were so kind and would be something to drink ? Get "She sat on the sofa-corner next to the chair." Well, there was a London Hexenrat - or how that is with you -? ".
Willow shook her head" and you're on the way back No, we live there. "
" We? You mean Xander and the others? "Willow nodded
." Yeah. "
" And Sunnydale? "
" If a black hole. We are having blown up. "
" Oh. It seems to me as if I once again missed the best. Everything is different now. And not necessarily for the better ... But let's leave that, you wanted me to -. For some reason .... "The drinks came
been hovering
" Thank you, Dennis "Cordy took her glass from the air, while Willow slightly irritated watched her glass down on the table fell. She did not know what more they irritated - the natural treatment of Cordy with Dennis, or that he is carrying out its wishes. After a sip, which seemed to her strangely cool, and this confusion was already gone and she started to relax slowly. "I am looking for Oz"
"Oz?" Cordy saw Willow in surprise. She had expected that they had signed with her ex for a long time. "How and why are you looking for Did Oz? Not ye broken down ... after this incident?" Cordy bit her tongue when she saw Willows embarrassed face. Willow had still not well digested or hung on the memory then after. "And ..."
"And ... I thought you could help me. You and ..."
Cordys smile faded, as Willow wanted to mention the vampire with whom she once worked and within a very short time had betrayed his principles, which they have been followed by he had sold his soul to the evil. Why had he got it for ever, this idiot?
"Sorry," apologized Willow. She had once again managed to pick the biggest blunders and reinzutreten.
Cordy took another sip to swallow the anger again and does not omit to Willow - she could not help it. "So ..." She swallowed empty. "... I'll help you to find Oz. Then I have to do between the audition and what you can at least soothe your conscience."
"Thanks, I know that is not otherwise whom to ask. I also hung over the weather and tired."
"There's nothing like the California sun, huh?"
"you say."
Embarrassed silence followed. The two women looked at in this uncomfortable silence their glasses in some detail, not to have to go to the other. None knew exactly what to say, without the other legally inadvertently stepping on the feet.
"And ... and how are you different? Fight her now over in Swamp Monster England? "Cordy finally broke the silence again.
" Well ... We have much to do - all the new hunters to train, build up the Council of the guard again, and more ... "
" New hunters? ? I thought there was really only a "Cordy asked, confused So far, they knew of Buffy -... And Faith, who still sat in prison as they believed
" Well, we had at the beginning of the house full potential - that hunters before they are hunters. I've just made it dependent on hunters. "
" moment ... You? "
Willow nodded, grinning. She remembered still in the flash as she performed the spell and get their hair colored white had.
"And how did you attempt it mean?"
Willow told in their known exuberant way they had defeated the First Evil.
"Wow," was all that Cordy could say then.
"Well, and Xander was expressed by a crazy priest who happens to be * worked * for the First Evil, the eye," said Willow still add a little irrelevant.
"WHAT?" Cordy saw the redhead in horror. She had her ex back then you want some to the neck, but she had never intended that it really happened. "And ... and what he is doing now and how does it deal with that?" she asked, worried and still a little shocked.
"Very good, I think. We try to avoid, in its present awards on eyes ... But he makes all things pertaining to the new house. "
The two smiled sadly. He was always well maintained property.
" But perhaps he does this only to avoid having to think about Anya. He missed. Do you know that they had almost married? And now she has died in the battle against the First Evil ... "
" If it comes, "Willow nodded
.
Cordy put back her empty glass on the table." Equally thick, huh? Are you hungry? Although I'm not expecting guests, but the Chinese can always order. Or would you prefer a pizza? Would be my breakfast. "
"Hmm ... but have had breakfast already, but I'll manage it as tolerated." Willow got up and followed Cordy also in the kitchen. She could not suppress a yawn ever so slightly as she stood in the doorway.
"Long flight time?" Cordy looked out the order forms.
"Yes. And not just really comfortable."
"I can imagine. Tell me, where do you live?"
"In a motel, pretty much on the other side of town."
"Chinese or pizza?" Cordy Willow stretched out the order forms and then looked at the clock. "Oh damn! Even so late?" I'll never make more time ... " She stormed over to Willow from the kitchen in the direction Bedroom to get changed.
Willow saw her completely bewildered by, the Chinese-card in hand.
Shortly after Cordy also rushed from the room again - this time in quite a different dress - Queen C Syle. "Sorry, Willow. I've forgotten my audition today soooo happy. You can find us not just by chance hinz scarce times?"
Willow shook his head, grinning. "What an audition for?" She followed Cordy to the bathroom, where the make-up piece.
"I think today there was a role on a show or something. Or was it an advertisement? Hmm ..." Then rushed Cordy already out of the bathroom and was looking handbag and keys. "Dennis ..." Since the searched terms were already been suspended, what Willow scare again left. "Let's go ..."
Willow just managed it, nachzurennen the addition and hurrying to close the door. "Wait ..."
TBC
Monday, April 12, 2004
Sunday, April 4, 2004
Testicular Torticollis
next part of my Willow-Fic ... :)
next part of my latest idea.
respect BtVS spoilers up to 7 and AtS 4!
(So that no one said he had not been warned ...)
"Here. Keep the rest" Willow gave the taxi driver a note after he had parked their suitcases on the sidewalk and re-entered.
"I wonder what you do in this house. It is deserted and no one dares to enter more. Many say it's cursed." He saw his passenger on a little worried. It could not well be serious, like they would stay ... "Let me worry about his ... I have experience with it," Willow replied
cool.
"As you wish. But I warned you." The driver finally started the engine and drove off. Willow looked after him until he was bent over at the next junction and disappeared from their sight. Then turned the Arrivals and sighed loudly.
"I am now ..." She inhaled deeply to calm her nerves a little. On the way here she had thought about what to say if they should take on the team. But you wanted to think of anything clever, and now she stood there, wondering whether they the right was doing. But she gulped down their concerns and helped clean the case. Inside
joined Willow on a deserted hall. The hotel was empty - as it seemed, had for months. She started when the clicking of her shoes echoed loudly. It was all a bit spooky. She carried the suitcase to the lowest level of the stairs and put it there. She started again when the door slammed behind her, while the windows rattled loudly. For a moment she stared at the door as if there are the ugly monster that she has seen. "Oh great, just what is happening here?" Finally she straightened up and looked around. "The last time was literally hell going on and now it has mutated into a haunted house. "disappointment was felt that no one was here and she could not forget the search well. Well great, then the flight was good for nothing. She went over to the reception desk in order for something to look for that you'd say something where the others had disappeared to. In it, now rose to the concern, in particular the vampire with a soul. He saw the last time not look very stable, as it differs from his adopted to Faith to drive back to Sunnydale.
Behind the counter the whole content of the desks lay on the floor and the writing surfaces distributed. It seemed as if someone had searched for a particular item or here were broken piece of the tents been. probably both had been. Willow picked up a book that lay open on the floor and flipped around a bit inside. It was one of those books that Wesley was probably used for research. And all the leaves seemed well records of cases to be the Angel Investigations had once worked. But nothing that could really help her further.
you straightened up and turned to the office. There were on the same disorder as in the lobby - papers scattered all over, books on the shelf, at the bottom on the table, broken Wesley tea service and the pictures hung askew. Willow realized that someone here probably had devastated the area in anger. So nothing special - yet there was this wave. A feeling that told her that something different was in order and not in this room. That something happened that everything had changed.
The witch felt this feeling it the air and cutting it to its knees. She closed her eyes as she was quite taken by this sense of possession. Countless pictures began to penetrate to them - without any logical sequence. She saw Cordy presented her pregnant belly as she lay in bed and sleep seemed like people came from a deity to worship. She heard the name "Jasmine" and she ran out shivers down my spine. She felt the despair of Angel, when he realized that he would lose the people most important to him were: Cordy and Connor. And they saw what happened here. Angel had accepted the offer. He had sold his soul to the evil. With a deep breath
proposed Willow irritated and upset her eyes again. Her breathing was fast and they had trouble calming her heart again. It has never been as severe as this time
Not like the last time since they went through the first time. Back then they were only a few days in London and Giles was worried what would happen. It turned out that she could imagine with what had happened. However, they could not control these newfound ability - yet.
The witch got up and smoothed their clothes. Her head is still haunted by the image around, as Angel took the desperate decision to kill Connor. But mostly they disturbed the idea that Angel gave up the fight and the temptations of evil had surrendered. Her head swam with the experienced emotions - despair, helplessness and hatred.
you hastily left the office and grabbed the suitcase escape from this place of destiny can be. How the hell could this happen? How could anyone allow this?
was only when they are out on the street, stood up, again reassured Willow slowly. The taxi driver had been right - this place is cursed. Her heart slowed down and came back to a normal pace. And her breathing calmed down. The feeling of suffocation was gone and the images haunted no longer in her head around. She sat down for a few minutes and looked at the hotel. There was much has happened - perhaps too much.
After a few minutes she made her way to look for another one. The case was hovering behind her to ground level, he was too heavy for her.
*****
Willow had no idea what to do with the newfound insights. Her head was still been a little confused when she had finally found a room. Therefore, they had postponed any consideration of this matter until the next day.
tried over breakfast at the nearby Cafe Willow figure out how did they proceed further. Angel was not a good idea of who knew what he would be on it. Probably the others had followed him. All - except Cordy. Willow knew of her only that she was in a coma. Maybe Angel had taken her and left her now treated by the doctors at this company. Great prospects to progress. Wait, had not even Cordy that spirit in her apartment? But it would still have other people there live long ... How do you explain those that you want to talk to a ghost? Willow sighed and dipped her croissant into the coffee. Actually, yes I want to look
Oz - a little out of boredom and a bit of concern - but now I'm looking for the others.
She bit off of her croissant and looked around a little. Think helped too failed. It was still morning, the sun slowly, however, already contributed their zenith. The cafe was empty accordingly. Except for a few people she was the only other guest. The waitress took a little bored impression as they refill the coffee and wiped the counter. You probably also belonged to those people who probably had other dreams and yet ended up here, because they had to support a family. The decor was somewhat kept cool, the seats along the walls looked ready to eat and durchgesäubert.
But the coffee was good. Willow smiled when she came to this realization and took another sip from her cup before she continued her reinkrümelte croissant.
A few minutes later she was sitting in a taxi and was on his way to Cordys former apartment. She stared out the window while driving, and discovered how the city had changed and how the people were on the streets. She herself still felt tired, despite the strong and good coffee. It probably had to be due to the time difference.
"oppression they what, Miss?"
"Huh, what?" Willow looked forward to the driver, which they carefully was screened during a stop at a red traffic light.
"You look like you would be something on your mind ..."
"Oh, yes this Well, it has changed much -. The city, the people and other things"
"Yes, the city is always changing - and I stand so constantly stuck in traffic." The traffic light changed to green again and the driver drove on. "Where are you from then, if I may ask?"
Willow saw a moment out the window. "Sunnydale," she finally said, remembering the many beautiful moments they had experienced there. "But now I live in England."
"Is Sunnydale. Which is now not a huge hole? You Television showed it to him. Creepy ... "
Willow nodded.
" They seem to have a few memories. I'm sorry if I hit a sore spot. "
" That's okay, could you really do not know. "Willow took the apology with a smile on the front. Only now she realized that the driver is not much older than she even could be. But the way they behaved, showed that they had some idea how people tick.
"I think we're there." The driver stopped and pointed to the residential complex on the other side .
Willow looked around, then again for the driver and finally she opened the door to rise. But before she got out, rummaged her for her purse. "Here. You can keep the rest." She handed the driver the money.
"Thanks."
Willow got out and shut the door.
"Hey, and if you ever need a taxi - ask for Renee, okay?" The driver said the offer quite honest. She has had many guests, but this woman was special, it just did not know why. Then she went on.
Willow looked after her with a certain nervousness. She had absolutely no idea how to explain to people that they wanted to talk to the spirit. After a moment she
had found the right house number, and knocked. Inwardly, she cursed herself know that she had gone as far as strangers to mind. "Willow, you've once again attempt it well ... And what we say now?" Nor was time to just go without attracting attention. But something prevented her, it was the idea that Cordy was living, and above all awake. Maybe they could help with this spirit find out where she could find them. In the meantime, she would have long since Oz ... But here there was more, something more true and she wanted to help bring the back in order.
The rising crack the door in his thoughts back to reality. "Good day. I did not want to bother you ... But I have an urgent request ... My name is Ros-Cordelia?"
TBC
next part of my latest idea.
respect BtVS spoilers up to 7 and AtS 4!
(So that no one said he had not been warned ...)
"Here. Keep the rest" Willow gave the taxi driver a note after he had parked their suitcases on the sidewalk and re-entered.
"I wonder what you do in this house. It is deserted and no one dares to enter more. Many say it's cursed." He saw his passenger on a little worried. It could not well be serious, like they would stay ... "Let me worry about his ... I have experience with it," Willow replied
cool.
"As you wish. But I warned you." The driver finally started the engine and drove off. Willow looked after him until he was bent over at the next junction and disappeared from their sight. Then turned the Arrivals and sighed loudly.
"I am now ..." She inhaled deeply to calm her nerves a little. On the way here she had thought about what to say if they should take on the team. But you wanted to think of anything clever, and now she stood there, wondering whether they the right was doing. But she gulped down their concerns and helped clean the case. Inside
joined Willow on a deserted hall. The hotel was empty - as it seemed, had for months. She started when the clicking of her shoes echoed loudly. It was all a bit spooky. She carried the suitcase to the lowest level of the stairs and put it there. She started again when the door slammed behind her, while the windows rattled loudly. For a moment she stared at the door as if there are the ugly monster that she has seen. "Oh great, just what is happening here?" Finally she straightened up and looked around. "The last time was literally hell going on and now it has mutated into a haunted house. "disappointment was felt that no one was here and she could not forget the search well. Well great, then the flight was good for nothing. She went over to the reception desk in order for something to look for that you'd say something where the others had disappeared to. In it, now rose to the concern, in particular the vampire with a soul. He saw the last time not look very stable, as it differs from his adopted to Faith to drive back to Sunnydale.
Behind the counter the whole content of the desks lay on the floor and the writing surfaces distributed. It seemed as if someone had searched for a particular item or here were broken piece of the tents been. probably both had been. Willow picked up a book that lay open on the floor and flipped around a bit inside. It was one of those books that Wesley was probably used for research. And all the leaves seemed well records of cases to be the Angel Investigations had once worked. But nothing that could really help her further.
you straightened up and turned to the office. There were on the same disorder as in the lobby - papers scattered all over, books on the shelf, at the bottom on the table, broken Wesley tea service and the pictures hung askew. Willow realized that someone here probably had devastated the area in anger. So nothing special - yet there was this wave. A feeling that told her that something different was in order and not in this room. That something happened that everything had changed.
The witch felt this feeling it the air and cutting it to its knees. She closed her eyes as she was quite taken by this sense of possession. Countless pictures began to penetrate to them - without any logical sequence. She saw Cordy presented her pregnant belly as she lay in bed and sleep seemed like people came from a deity to worship. She heard the name "Jasmine" and she ran out shivers down my spine. She felt the despair of Angel, when he realized that he would lose the people most important to him were: Cordy and Connor. And they saw what happened here. Angel had accepted the offer. He had sold his soul to the evil. With a deep breath
proposed Willow irritated and upset her eyes again. Her breathing was fast and they had trouble calming her heart again. It has never been as severe as this time
Not like the last time since they went through the first time. Back then they were only a few days in London and Giles was worried what would happen. It turned out that she could imagine with what had happened. However, they could not control these newfound ability - yet.
The witch got up and smoothed their clothes. Her head is still haunted by the image around, as Angel took the desperate decision to kill Connor. But mostly they disturbed the idea that Angel gave up the fight and the temptations of evil had surrendered. Her head swam with the experienced emotions - despair, helplessness and hatred.
you hastily left the office and grabbed the suitcase escape from this place of destiny can be. How the hell could this happen? How could anyone allow this?
was only when they are out on the street, stood up, again reassured Willow slowly. The taxi driver had been right - this place is cursed. Her heart slowed down and came back to a normal pace. And her breathing calmed down. The feeling of suffocation was gone and the images haunted no longer in her head around. She sat down for a few minutes and looked at the hotel. There was much has happened - perhaps too much.
After a few minutes she made her way to look for another one. The case was hovering behind her to ground level, he was too heavy for her.
*****
Willow had no idea what to do with the newfound insights. Her head was still been a little confused when she had finally found a room. Therefore, they had postponed any consideration of this matter until the next day.
tried over breakfast at the nearby Cafe Willow figure out how did they proceed further. Angel was not a good idea of who knew what he would be on it. Probably the others had followed him. All - except Cordy. Willow knew of her only that she was in a coma. Maybe Angel had taken her and left her now treated by the doctors at this company. Great prospects to progress. Wait, had not even Cordy that spirit in her apartment? But it would still have other people there live long ... How do you explain those that you want to talk to a ghost? Willow sighed and dipped her croissant into the coffee. Actually, yes I want to look
Oz - a little out of boredom and a bit of concern - but now I'm looking for the others.
She bit off of her croissant and looked around a little. Think helped too failed. It was still morning, the sun slowly, however, already contributed their zenith. The cafe was empty accordingly. Except for a few people she was the only other guest. The waitress took a little bored impression as they refill the coffee and wiped the counter. You probably also belonged to those people who probably had other dreams and yet ended up here, because they had to support a family. The decor was somewhat kept cool, the seats along the walls looked ready to eat and durchgesäubert.
But the coffee was good. Willow smiled when she came to this realization and took another sip from her cup before she continued her reinkrümelte croissant.
A few minutes later she was sitting in a taxi and was on his way to Cordys former apartment. She stared out the window while driving, and discovered how the city had changed and how the people were on the streets. She herself still felt tired, despite the strong and good coffee. It probably had to be due to the time difference.
"oppression they what, Miss?"
"Huh, what?" Willow looked forward to the driver, which they carefully was screened during a stop at a red traffic light.
"You look like you would be something on your mind ..."
"Oh, yes this Well, it has changed much -. The city, the people and other things"
"Yes, the city is always changing - and I stand so constantly stuck in traffic." The traffic light changed to green again and the driver drove on. "Where are you from then, if I may ask?"
Willow saw a moment out the window. "Sunnydale," she finally said, remembering the many beautiful moments they had experienced there. "But now I live in England."
"Is Sunnydale. Which is now not a huge hole? You Television showed it to him. Creepy ... "
Willow nodded.
" They seem to have a few memories. I'm sorry if I hit a sore spot. "
" That's okay, could you really do not know. "Willow took the apology with a smile on the front. Only now she realized that the driver is not much older than she even could be. But the way they behaved, showed that they had some idea how people tick.
"I think we're there." The driver stopped and pointed to the residential complex on the other side .
Willow looked around, then again for the driver and finally she opened the door to rise. But before she got out, rummaged her for her purse. "Here. You can keep the rest." She handed the driver the money.
"Thanks."
Willow got out and shut the door.
"Hey, and if you ever need a taxi - ask for Renee, okay?" The driver said the offer quite honest. She has had many guests, but this woman was special, it just did not know why. Then she went on.
Willow looked after her with a certain nervousness. She had absolutely no idea how to explain to people that they wanted to talk to the spirit. After a moment she
had found the right house number, and knocked. Inwardly, she cursed herself know that she had gone as far as strangers to mind. "Willow, you've once again attempt it well ... And what we say now?" Nor was time to just go without attracting attention. But something prevented her, it was the idea that Cordy was living, and above all awake. Maybe they could help with this spirit find out where she could find them. In the meantime, she would have long since Oz ... But here there was more, something more true and she wanted to help bring the back in order.
The rising crack the door in his thoughts back to reality. "Good day. I did not want to bother you ... But I have an urgent request ... My name is Ros-Cordelia?"
TBC
Thursday, April 1, 2004
Bluetooth Rfcomm From Toshiba
Yes, yes, I'm starting again, far too many ideas at one time. * G *
I recently for some reason - most likely come a dream or an observed scene onto a FF idea where Willow opens to search for Oz. * G * ... It will not let go of the feeling that something with it no longer is in order.
Looking helping yet another couple to find their way again.
"At last the sun again," a red-haired young woman breathed a sigh of relief as they stepped off the plane on the top step of the exit stairs. "The rain was so slow to me at the clock." So she went down the stairs and lifted - reached the bottom - the head lifted to the light of the slowly declining Sun to enjoy. She was back again. Back in California and back to Los Angeles.
When she realized that she wanted to get behind other people, the Willow was on his way to collecting luggage that was loaded straight onto a small wagon train. The air smelled of kerosene and heated tar from a sunny and warm, if not the father even hot day. Not like in London, where they never could quite get used to the cold and where it rained constantly and there was fog. She missed the sun.
Willow watched from the baggage hall, as the shadow of the building moved slowly into the horizon at length by the sinking sun. Soon they would be quite set and the vampires are on the move.
The other people who were waiting for their bags and pockets, seemed more concerned with himself. Some tapped impatiently on the brought racks, others had their arms crossed and were bored before the conveyor belt. But they had something in common - they were exhausted by the long flight and wanted nothing more than a shower or to bed.
Willow began rumzuzupfen at her skirt to deal with. It offered not much to talk about and it was somehow not great then.
After a while, began to move the conveyor belt and the first cases and bags emerged from the hatch. Their owners were getting ready to lift the car next to it and to get through customs.
"With my fabulous luck my luggage back in Rio or anywhere else to be," murmured as she waited for Willow.
"Rio?" asked a woman next to her, which also seemed still to wait.
Willow looked up in surprise, she had not expected that they would listen to someone. She nodded. "Yes, my suitcase has been to Rio - and I in Hawaii."
The woman smiled. "In my time was in Nice," she said with a foreign accent. "And I in Tunisia."
"Did you get it back?" Willow asked, more out of politeness, because of real interest. She hoped her case would come soon and they could go out in the fresh evening breeze. Or at least get out of this stuffy hall.
"Yes, I was 3 days late, the case brought into the room ... Hey, is not this yours?" The woman pointed to a beautiful leather case, which seemed to be stuffed.
"Yes, that's me," confirmed Willow and reached for him, only to be knocked down shortly thereafter of his weight fast. "Ouf." She balanced on her car.
"Well then, I wish you a good time," said goodbye to the woman.
Willow nodded. "I also wish you a good time. Hopefully their luggage will come soon."
"Yes, hopefully." Then turned the Woman returned to the conveyor belt, not to miss her suitcase.
herstossend the car in front of him left, Willow the baggage hall towards customs. She was not quite comfortable about it and she was afraid of the exact baggage. Had she not brought a lot of herbs and other magical paraphernalia. to explain this would be a bit difficult, without being looked at an angle. The utensils were confiscated either way and the whole effort would have been for nothing.
But the fear was unfounded, the customs officer saw only the pass exactly as he would try to decipher anything. "Miss Rosenberg, you are moving to London?"
Willow nodded.
"I suppose, yet they have endured over there any longer, am I right?"
In principle he was right. "Well, I'm just visiting here - a couple of old friends."
"I understand. Have you anything to declare? Alcohol, cigarettes, or other dutiable content? "The official asked, with fingers pointing at the suitcase.
Willow shook her head truthfully.
"Okay. You can happen." He handed the Willow Pass off.
"Thanks." With the passport in hand and a relieved grin on his face Willow came into the lobby, where people had already gathered, who wanted to pick up their relatives. She went past them, it waited for nobody to them. It did not even someone that she was back in Los Angeles.
"Welcome Back ..." Willow stepped out of the hall to the taxi stand outside and breathed in the now slightly cooler evening air. The air was filled with a variety of odors - flowers, food, cars, summer, and much more. It was this smell that she missed as well. It smelled of life - and a little home.
pushed after a last deep breath Willow their vans to the nearest taxi. "Available?"
"Sure, sweetness."
Willow looked at the driver briefly, but said nothing. He seemed to belong to the type of man, the shaving and showers for not very deemed necessary. Or at least a certain amount of uncleanliness considered as male.
"Wait, let me help." The driver immediately came and opened the trunk when he noticed how much effort Willow with their luggage had. He picked him up and laid him in the trunk.
Na is only ...
While the driver still had closed the lid, got in Willow, she preferred the back seat of the passenger seat. This distance had to be.
"So, where to go, then?" The driver looked at Willow seemed a little closer and his lips an ambiguous smile, which apparently means that he liked her.
Willow acted as if she had not seen this and looked hard out of the window, as he drove off. Hotel Hyperion. "
"Address?"
Willow gave him the address. And then said during the entire ride to the hotel no more.
sometime TBC * g *
because I just tried to be a little more detail. No idea, obs is well under way. :)
I recently for some reason - most likely come a dream or an observed scene onto a FF idea where Willow opens to search for Oz. * G * ... It will not let go of the feeling that something with it no longer is in order.
Looking helping yet another couple to find their way again.
"At last the sun again," a red-haired young woman breathed a sigh of relief as they stepped off the plane on the top step of the exit stairs. "The rain was so slow to me at the clock." So she went down the stairs and lifted - reached the bottom - the head lifted to the light of the slowly declining Sun to enjoy. She was back again. Back in California and back to Los Angeles.
When she realized that she wanted to get behind other people, the Willow was on his way to collecting luggage that was loaded straight onto a small wagon train. The air smelled of kerosene and heated tar from a sunny and warm, if not the father even hot day. Not like in London, where they never could quite get used to the cold and where it rained constantly and there was fog. She missed the sun.
Willow watched from the baggage hall, as the shadow of the building moved slowly into the horizon at length by the sinking sun. Soon they would be quite set and the vampires are on the move.
The other people who were waiting for their bags and pockets, seemed more concerned with himself. Some tapped impatiently on the brought racks, others had their arms crossed and were bored before the conveyor belt. But they had something in common - they were exhausted by the long flight and wanted nothing more than a shower or to bed.
Willow began rumzuzupfen at her skirt to deal with. It offered not much to talk about and it was somehow not great then.
After a while, began to move the conveyor belt and the first cases and bags emerged from the hatch. Their owners were getting ready to lift the car next to it and to get through customs.
"With my fabulous luck my luggage back in Rio or anywhere else to be," murmured as she waited for Willow.
"Rio?" asked a woman next to her, which also seemed still to wait.
Willow looked up in surprise, she had not expected that they would listen to someone. She nodded. "Yes, my suitcase has been to Rio - and I in Hawaii."
The woman smiled. "In my time was in Nice," she said with a foreign accent. "And I in Tunisia."
"Did you get it back?" Willow asked, more out of politeness, because of real interest. She hoped her case would come soon and they could go out in the fresh evening breeze. Or at least get out of this stuffy hall.
"Yes, I was 3 days late, the case brought into the room ... Hey, is not this yours?" The woman pointed to a beautiful leather case, which seemed to be stuffed.
"Yes, that's me," confirmed Willow and reached for him, only to be knocked down shortly thereafter of his weight fast. "Ouf." She balanced on her car.
"Well then, I wish you a good time," said goodbye to the woman.
Willow nodded. "I also wish you a good time. Hopefully their luggage will come soon."
"Yes, hopefully." Then turned the Woman returned to the conveyor belt, not to miss her suitcase.
herstossend the car in front of him left, Willow the baggage hall towards customs. She was not quite comfortable about it and she was afraid of the exact baggage. Had she not brought a lot of herbs and other magical paraphernalia. to explain this would be a bit difficult, without being looked at an angle. The utensils were confiscated either way and the whole effort would have been for nothing.
But the fear was unfounded, the customs officer saw only the pass exactly as he would try to decipher anything. "Miss Rosenberg, you are moving to London?"
Willow nodded.
"I suppose, yet they have endured over there any longer, am I right?"
In principle he was right. "Well, I'm just visiting here - a couple of old friends."
"I understand. Have you anything to declare? Alcohol, cigarettes, or other dutiable content? "The official asked, with fingers pointing at the suitcase.
Willow shook her head truthfully.
"Okay. You can happen." He handed the Willow Pass off.
"Thanks." With the passport in hand and a relieved grin on his face Willow came into the lobby, where people had already gathered, who wanted to pick up their relatives. She went past them, it waited for nobody to them. It did not even someone that she was back in Los Angeles.
"Welcome Back ..." Willow stepped out of the hall to the taxi stand outside and breathed in the now slightly cooler evening air. The air was filled with a variety of odors - flowers, food, cars, summer, and much more. It was this smell that she missed as well. It smelled of life - and a little home.
pushed after a last deep breath Willow their vans to the nearest taxi. "Available?"
"Sure, sweetness."
Willow looked at the driver briefly, but said nothing. He seemed to belong to the type of man, the shaving and showers for not very deemed necessary. Or at least a certain amount of uncleanliness considered as male.
"Wait, let me help." The driver immediately came and opened the trunk when he noticed how much effort Willow with their luggage had. He picked him up and laid him in the trunk.
Na is only ...
While the driver still had closed the lid, got in Willow, she preferred the back seat of the passenger seat. This distance had to be.
"So, where to go, then?" The driver looked at Willow seemed a little closer and his lips an ambiguous smile, which apparently means that he liked her.
Willow acted as if she had not seen this and looked hard out of the window, as he drove off. Hotel Hyperion. "
"Address?"
Willow gave him the address. And then said during the entire ride to the hotel no more.
sometime TBC * g *
because I just tried to be a little more detail. No idea, obs is well under way. :)
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