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House Full Of Women by wiseacress (PG)
Fandom: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
Pairing: Tara/Buffy
Length: 1,906 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
witling
Author Website: Witlingville
Why this must be read: This fic is simply about Tara coming back to the house on Revello to pick up a few belongings, and running into Buffy while doing so. This is a very quiet piece; its strength lies in delicate, graceful character work and interaction. The voices are strong, and there are deft insights and turns of phrase scattered like tiny gems throughout the story. There's something very human and real and elegant about this story that lingers with me.
"Tara-God." Buffy put her hand to her chest, stopped just short of axeing herself in the face, and put the axe head carefully down on the mail table. "I'm sorry, I forgot you were coming over." She pulled the key out of the lock, and Tara walked down to the bottom of the stairs. Buffy had circles under her eyes, she noticed. Her hair looked kind of scraggly.
"Just picking up," Tara said again, redundantly, and they stood for a second or two in the foyer, smiling apologetically at each other like strangers whose seat arrangements had been mixed up. "Your axe...?"
"Busted," Buffy said glumly, hefting the bottom part of the handle and frowning at it. "Four-dynasty warranty, my aunt."
"Do you have another one?"
"Thanks to Giles's alarming new ebay habit, I've got plenty." Buffy dropped the handle next to the head and started for the weapons chest. "You're here alone?"
"I'm not-" She was blushing, stupidly. There was nothing to blush about, but sometimes it was like the old her just took over, and this was one of those times. Buffy was looking back over her shoulder, a little perplexed. "I'm not seeing anyone, Buffy. It's only been three weeks-"
"I meant, you walked here alone?" Sometimes Buffy had a new gentleness to her voice. Tara blushed harder. She was so stupid sometimes.
House Full Of Women
Pairing: Tara/Buffy
Length: 1,906 words
Author on LJ:
witlingAuthor Website: Witlingville
Why this must be read: This fic is simply about Tara coming back to the house on Revello to pick up a few belongings, and running into Buffy while doing so. This is a very quiet piece; its strength lies in delicate, graceful character work and interaction. The voices are strong, and there are deft insights and turns of phrase scattered like tiny gems throughout the story. There's something very human and real and elegant about this story that lingers with me.
"Tara-God." Buffy put her hand to her chest, stopped just short of axeing herself in the face, and put the axe head carefully down on the mail table. "I'm sorry, I forgot you were coming over." She pulled the key out of the lock, and Tara walked down to the bottom of the stairs. Buffy had circles under her eyes, she noticed. Her hair looked kind of scraggly.
"Just picking up," Tara said again, redundantly, and they stood for a second or two in the foyer, smiling apologetically at each other like strangers whose seat arrangements had been mixed up. "Your axe...?"
"Busted," Buffy said glumly, hefting the bottom part of the handle and frowning at it. "Four-dynasty warranty, my aunt."
"Do you have another one?"
"Thanks to Giles's alarming new ebay habit, I've got plenty." Buffy dropped the handle next to the head and started for the weapons chest. "You're here alone?"
"I'm not-" She was blushing, stupidly. There was nothing to blush about, but sometimes it was like the old her just took over, and this was one of those times. Buffy was looking back over her shoulder, a little perplexed. "I'm not seeing anyone, Buffy. It's only been three weeks-"
"I meant, you walked here alone?" Sometimes Buffy had a new gentleness to her voice. Tara blushed harder. She was so stupid sometimes.
House Full Of Women