Yay for an Oz(/Willow) prompt! This is set post S7, ignoring comics and assuming Willow and Oz got their reunion in Istanbul.
"I'm just so tired of fighting and never winning," Willow sighed quietly, looking down at where her fingers tangled with Oz's, continuing "I'm tired of wars that don't end and of funerals for Slayers and I'm tired of nothing ever changing."
"We could run away," Oz responded after a moment, but they both knew that they could never escape to a life of more than blood and death, that this war would follow them (had followed them to Tibet and to Scotland and every place in between), and that they would never be able to escape the futile, devastating struggle, the way Oz could never escape his wolf and Willow could never escape her own darkness.
"Maybe one day," Willow smiled weakly, leaning her forehead against Oz's, and wistfully imagined a day when she and Oz could escape this bloody existence, when they could run away together; she kissed him softly and whispered, "I always wanted to see the world with you."
Another Thing Coming Undone (I Won't Run)
"I'm just so tired of fighting and never winning," Willow sighed quietly, looking down at where her fingers tangled with Oz's, continuing "I'm tired of wars that don't end and of funerals for Slayers and I'm tired of nothing ever changing."
"We could run away," Oz responded after a moment, but they both knew that they could never escape to a life of more than blood and death, that this war would follow them (had followed them to Tibet and to Scotland and every place in between), and that they would never be able to escape the futile, devastating struggle, the way Oz could never escape his wolf and Willow could never escape her own darkness.
"Maybe one day," Willow smiled weakly, leaning her forehead against Oz's, and wistfully imagined a day when she and Oz could escape this bloody existence, when they could run away together; she kissed him softly and whispered, "I always wanted to see the world with you."