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Title: No Books Needed
Character: Willow
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Prompt: My Favorite Weapon at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Word Count: 467
They tell me it's wrong to use my power. Saying that to me is like saying I can't breath or eat... or think. They ask too much. I would rather cut off a limb than stop using the only weapon I truly have at my disposal. If I can use magick to help, I should. Shouldn't I?
I've searched every book I've come across, looking for even the tiniest spell to add to my repertoire. They're all here, safe in my memory where I can access them at any moment. It's always good to be prepared for anything that might happen - and just about everything does happens when Buffy's around. I love her like a sister but she's always finding the absolute worst place to be at any given time. A graveyard should be a peaceful place, not a constant scene of carnage and destruction. If vampires didn't turn into dust, we'd spend most of the time disposing of bodies.
And Sunnydale High was never so entertaining until Buffy came along. I doubt there's another school with our problems. Most of the time, teachers and administraters have to deal with low class attendance and keeping graffiti off the walls. My teachers encouraged me to learn, urging me to use my brain for something more than keeping my skull from caving in on itself. I repay them for their gift every time I lay out the circle and set up my candles. This is what real education is - absorbing information, perfecting each aspect and then utilizing it.
Giles would rather I keep the information to myself, perhaps dispensing it in bits and pieces when the Scoobies are in need but never fully realizing my power. "Read the books, Willow," he requests each time a new mission crops up. "Find us the information we need to defeat our foe." I gladly do what he asks but I wish he would let me do more... be more than just the library grunt.
There have been times when I've known I could do more than just sit back and let Buffy deal with the situation. She can kick high and stab with the best of them but each kill does something to her soul. If she'd just let me help, I could do the killing just as effectively. A few quick spells and it would be taken care of. Instead, I stand in the background and pretend I know how to use a stake as well as she does.
I'm not a Slayer. I never will be. I'm Willow Rosenberg. I'm a witch. I'm very good at what I do.. when I'm allowed to actually do it. Every day the magick bows a little more willing to my command. Someday they'll understand just how powerful this weapon of mine really is.
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Character: Willow
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Prompt: My Favorite Weapon at
wlwolframhart/whedonlandWord Count: 467
They tell me it's wrong to use my power. Saying that to me is like saying I can't breath or eat... or think. They ask too much. I would rather cut off a limb than stop using the only weapon I truly have at my disposal. If I can use magick to help, I should. Shouldn't I?
I've searched every book I've come across, looking for even the tiniest spell to add to my repertoire. They're all here, safe in my memory where I can access them at any moment. It's always good to be prepared for anything that might happen - and just about everything does happens when Buffy's around. I love her like a sister but she's always finding the absolute worst place to be at any given time. A graveyard should be a peaceful place, not a constant scene of carnage and destruction. If vampires didn't turn into dust, we'd spend most of the time disposing of bodies.
And Sunnydale High was never so entertaining until Buffy came along. I doubt there's another school with our problems. Most of the time, teachers and administraters have to deal with low class attendance and keeping graffiti off the walls. My teachers encouraged me to learn, urging me to use my brain for something more than keeping my skull from caving in on itself. I repay them for their gift every time I lay out the circle and set up my candles. This is what real education is - absorbing information, perfecting each aspect and then utilizing it.
Giles would rather I keep the information to myself, perhaps dispensing it in bits and pieces when the Scoobies are in need but never fully realizing my power. "Read the books, Willow," he requests each time a new mission crops up. "Find us the information we need to defeat our foe." I gladly do what he asks but I wish he would let me do more... be more than just the library grunt.
There have been times when I've known I could do more than just sit back and let Buffy deal with the situation. She can kick high and stab with the best of them but each kill does something to her soul. If she'd just let me help, I could do the killing just as effectively. A few quick spells and it would be taken care of. Instead, I stand in the background and pretend I know how to use a stake as well as she does.
I'm not a Slayer. I never will be. I'm Willow Rosenberg. I'm a witch. I'm very good at what I do.. when I'm allowed to actually do it. Every day the magick bows a little more willing to my command. Someday they'll understand just how powerful this weapon of mine really is.
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whedonland and the surrounding territories!
