LJ, truth to tell, it was poetic enough to where I thought it was Tara talking. But it worked that way, as well.

LJ, truth to tell, it was poetic enough to where I thought it was Tara talking. But it worked that way, as well

Thank you, I guess.

The problem is, I know that when I'm reading someone's drabble and I can't tell what character(s) they had in mind, it bothers me. I feel like if you're doing the drabble form well, there should be no doubt in the reader's mind what character you're using, unless you want there to be. So I feel like, while it's certainly a lovely little thing, it fails on that level.

(The first sentence about the spell is supposed to be absolutely Willow, and the layer-shedding absolutely Tara. Apparently it's only clear in my head, though.)

Your lover blossoms with the heat, shedding scarves, jackets, sweaters, until you’ve coaxed her into a camisole. Her nipples peek through shyly, like early crocuses.

This was the part that made me think it was Tara talking. I can't really wrap my head around Willow being that lyrical; even as Dark Wil, she was terrifying and vibrant, but she never really hit me as lyrical.

I keep hearing it as Tara, and loving it as Tara, because I can't match "Her nipples peek through shyly, like early crocuses" to the same voice that said "Oh, I think I can kill a coupla geeks by myself!"

Yeah, it's not very Willow-talking-out-loud, is it? Which is probably the problem.

Drabbles R hard.

Drabbles R EXTREMELY hard.

But you know, it's still a lurvely piece of writing.

And besides, it's close to picture-perfect Tara. I can see her, or rather hear her, realising she'd forgotten to stammer.

I love both of your drabbles, Lyra.

I got that it was Willow, too-- the "find a spell to make it so" was verrry Willow, and the lyricism I took as a narrative, er, I've been sitting here for fifteen minutes and I can't think of the right word, but, a narrative, um, thingie. The psychic distance between the character and the author-- readers allowing for-- argh. t beats head against desk

Liz, possibly the difference between a poet reading it and a - ok, what's the word for someone who writes prose, rather than poetry?

Why yes, I *have* just come out of a *very* hot bath, and I am nicely cooked, including brains.

In any event, an interesting contrast. Because I heard Tara's voice in my head, definitely.

Oh, I heard Tara, too. Definitely Tara, even to the "find a spell", because she's been doing that longer. She's also known she likes girls longer, and as Deb said, she's more lyrical and earth-mothery (now that's me). I think Tara just laid a little glamour on you to make you think you were channeling Willow.

In any case, lovely.

Liz, possibly the difference between a poet reading it and a - ok, what's the word for someone who writes prose, rather than poetry?

I may be inarticulate, but I'm definitely coming at this one from a fiction-writer pov.

I may be inarticulate

On what planet? No, I was the inarticulate one last night, not you. Literally all I could think of was "um, book, fiction story writer - um, thing." I need to take fewer hot baths; they turn me into the intellectual equivalent of Homer Simpson.

But I'm still with the Tara-hearing, for precisely the reasons Bev laid out.

And I still particularly adore that drabble, LJ.