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tthdrabbles #114 - DanceWord Count:
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She's flying. Tara thought she'd lost this; arms around her, the crowd and the music fading away to a distant hum, her feet lifting from the ground. So loved that gravity stops trying.
But something's wrong. This isn't Willow holding her, she was here seconds ago but... Now her face is buried in black hair, and Willow's screaming somewhere far away. Tara panics, she can't fly alone, she must fall, crash, stay.
But the pale woman holding her shakes her head with a kind smile, Shhhh, I've got you
, and hugs her tighter as they dance, soaring into the darkness.