[Location: Where the Bronze used to be/Accidental visual] You can sit beside me when the world comes

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In the days after Willow had found out that Xander had been taken from the city of Taxon, she had gone through a myriad of emotions. None of them positive. Anger, fear, depression, all that angsty goodness. She took no comfort in the memories she had of him, knowing that he was gone. There was the off-chance that he'd return, like Dean's mother and Sam, but if he did, would he remember being here? Would he be from a world that didn't have her? This questioned weighed heavily on Willow's mind, which sent her spiraling downward. Deeper into her depression.

Finally, after two days of milling about in her pajamas, not caring, not turning on her tablet, Willow sprung into action. She didn't bother dressing, staying in her purple bunny pajamas, her feet bare. She made her way downstairs to the library, grabbing one of the more advanced witchcraft books, and a satchel full of ingredients. Several of them were intended to help with the restoring of Xander's eye, but they wouldn't be much use now, would they?

Willow made her way through the streets to where the Bronze used to be, looking at the empty, nondescript building that had taken its place. Willow's chin trembled and she grit her teeth. She hated this place. It was all a lie. Xander had his mind, Tara was alive. It was all just temporary. Entering the building, Willow crossed the floor to the middle of the large, open space, dropping the satchel. Within a few minutes, she had a large, archaic symbol drawn on the floor. Stepping into the center, several small candles placed at key points, Willow closed her eyes, summoning up the energy swirling inside her, begging to be freed.

Opening her eyes, her pupils seemed to expand, covering most of her eye, leaving a little white at the edges.

"Götter der Dunkelheit
Dreher der Wirklichkeit
Ich flehe Sie an

Schaffen Sie für mich, ein Loch
Dringen Sie durch den Raum ein
Hören Sie Zeit auf

Bringen Sie mir, worum ich bitte.
Ich flehe Sie an."

Purple-blue lights began to swirl around the witch as she began the incantation, spinning and dipping faster as her voice rose. "Ich flehe Sie an!" She cried and the lights seemed to freeze in the air in front of her, before shattering outwards, breaking the windows in the room.

Willow had winced a little, closing her eyes when the lights exploded. After a few moments, she opened them, to find nothing but broken windows and blown out, knocked over candles. And the satchel had scooted a few feet away in the small explosion.

But there was no Xander. Willow's eyes flooded once more with tears and her chin trembled. "Shit...."



((ooc: Crappy German translation for crappy fake!spell: "Gods of the dark
Turners of reality
I implore you
Create for me, a hole
Pierce through space
Stop time
Bring me what I request.
I implore you.
I implore you."))

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[location: ex-Bronze]

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"But I don't need protecting," Willow protested.

"I'm a big girl and I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Sure, I would have been upset and possibly depressed about what could happen to me, but I wouldn't have been mad at you for keeping such a huge secret from me," Willow replied, her bottom lip trembling.

"You start at the beginning. And we go from there," Willow sniffled, lifting her hand to wipe at her cheek.

[location: ex-Bronze]

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"I'm sorry." Buffy said quietly, but in earnest. "I'm sorry for hiding this from you. If you had any idea how hard it's been, not to be able to talk to you about this stuff..." It was true, it had been hard-- she loved Xander dearly, but there were some things she would always instinctively turn to Willow for, and not being able to do that was a constant effort on her part.

"Okay." She nodded, before gesturing at their crappy surroundings. "Now?"

[location: ex-Bronze]

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Willow nodded slowly, sniffling. She lifted a hand to her neck, scratching it gently before knocking a few small bits of plaster that had fallen from the ceiling, to the floor.

"Now's probably not the best time," Willow said, finally starting to move in the positive direction of actually getting up.