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012 - video; not who she used to be.
Oct. 9th, 2012 02:20 am[Willow holds a cobweb in her hand, staring at the gossamer strands as if over a great distance. Besides her, Madame Smudge sits on the floor. Immaculate as always, if somewhat haggard from her mistress's lack of recent attention.
When Willow speaks, it's softly - not quite warm but not so cold as it has been of late.]
Used to like Halloween. Me and Xander would dress up and get candy. Was cute.
[She scrunches her hand into a fist, before wiping the sticky webs off on her clothes. Her eyes come back to the present.] Stupid holiday.
The real monsters don't come out on Halloween.
When Willow speaks, it's softly - not quite warm but not so cold as it has been of late.]
Used to like Halloween. Me and Xander would dress up and get candy. Was cute.
[She scrunches her hand into a fist, before wiping the sticky webs off on her clothes. Her eyes come back to the present.] Stupid holiday.
The real monsters don't come out on Halloween.
