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Planning for the Inevitable - Buffy the Vampire Slayer – Gen (Willow and Oz) - Words: 661
Written for Whedonland; prompt: someone vows to build a small animal refuge in the woods by themselves
Summary: Oz discovers that Willow actually isn't very good at art.
Content Notes: None. G.
"Willow, what are you doing?" Oz asked as he entered the library. It wasn't unusual at all to find members of the Scoobies hanging out in the library surrounded by stacks of books as they searched for the latest threat to all of humanity. In fact, the library would have looked odd without them gathered around the table; someone half asleep on a book, with scattered bits of garbage from vending machine meals underfoot. But, it was strange to see someone there working all by themselves. The best thing about the Scoobies, Oz had long ago decided, was that no one had to face the demons alone.
"Oz! Hi, I didn't know you were around today." Willow looked up from the large piece of paper that she had spread out in front of her, a ruler and a compass and several pencils scattered on the desk and a stack of books in the chair next to her.
"I frequently am around, considering that you are also around. And that we were going to go to the movies or something. But, if you're busy..." Oz trailed off as he took a closer look at the paper Willow had been working on. "These don't look like ruins or anything. I didn't know you were taking an art class."
Willow blushed and looked down at the paper. "I'm not. It's plans for something I'm going to build."
Oz leaned in and could vaguely see something resembling a building, if he squinted and used his imagination. "Build? Like, hammer and nails and structurally sound, build?"
"Yeah, that kinda build. There's a hardware store not too far from here, and I found a book that has the basics of construction in it. The first step was to draw plans of what you wanted to make," Willow explained, bending down to find the book in the pile that was on the chair next to her.
Oz frowned as he took another look at the paper, still not certain exactly what Willow was trying to make. There wasn't anything on the paper that indicated scale or direction, or anything. "Can, I ask what you're planning on building?" he finally gave in and asked, hoping that it was some kind of modern art sculpture.
"You can't tell?" Willow asked, looking up from her search with a hurt expression.
"Of course I can," Oz said. "It's just, I can't put it into words."
Willow twisted her mouth, obviously onto him but unwilling to call him out on it. "It's an animal hutch, for an animal refuge. For the woods."
Oz blinked and looked at the drawing again, wondering now if the cross hatches that he'd originally taken to be decorative were actually wire or bars of some type. He felt bad asking the obvious question, but he couldn't seem to come up with the answer on his own. "Why do the woods need an animal refuge?"
"Because of the werewolves," Willow whispered. "The bunnies don't stand a chance."
"Willow, you know that I'm here in the library during the full moon," Oz started, feeling a twist of guilt in his gut.
"I know, I know. It's not you I'm worried about. You'd never hurt a bunny, even when you're all wolfy. But there were other werewolves out there, and they're not as nice as you are," Willow nodded and picked up her pencil again.
Oz sighed and reached over and picked up a fresh piece of paper out of the pile and replaced the one she'd been working on. "Typically, wood comes in straight lines."
"Right, that's why I have the ruler," Willow said, grabbing the ruler and placing it in the middle of the paper.
They worked together, Willow describing her envisioned rabbit hutch and Oz placing the ruler where the lines should go while she drew the lines.
"Just one question," Oz said as the looked at the now recognizable project.
"Yeah?" Willow asked.
"How are you planning on getting the wild bunnies into the hutch?"
Written for Whedonland; prompt: someone vows to build a small animal refuge in the woods by themselves
Summary: Oz discovers that Willow actually isn't very good at art.
Content Notes: None. G.
"Willow, what are you doing?" Oz asked as he entered the library. It wasn't unusual at all to find members of the Scoobies hanging out in the library surrounded by stacks of books as they searched for the latest threat to all of humanity. In fact, the library would have looked odd without them gathered around the table; someone half asleep on a book, with scattered bits of garbage from vending machine meals underfoot. But, it was strange to see someone there working all by themselves. The best thing about the Scoobies, Oz had long ago decided, was that no one had to face the demons alone.
"Oz! Hi, I didn't know you were around today." Willow looked up from the large piece of paper that she had spread out in front of her, a ruler and a compass and several pencils scattered on the desk and a stack of books in the chair next to her.
"I frequently am around, considering that you are also around. And that we were going to go to the movies or something. But, if you're busy..." Oz trailed off as he took a closer look at the paper Willow had been working on. "These don't look like ruins or anything. I didn't know you were taking an art class."
Willow blushed and looked down at the paper. "I'm not. It's plans for something I'm going to build."
Oz leaned in and could vaguely see something resembling a building, if he squinted and used his imagination. "Build? Like, hammer and nails and structurally sound, build?"
"Yeah, that kinda build. There's a hardware store not too far from here, and I found a book that has the basics of construction in it. The first step was to draw plans of what you wanted to make," Willow explained, bending down to find the book in the pile that was on the chair next to her.
Oz frowned as he took another look at the paper, still not certain exactly what Willow was trying to make. There wasn't anything on the paper that indicated scale or direction, or anything. "Can, I ask what you're planning on building?" he finally gave in and asked, hoping that it was some kind of modern art sculpture.
"You can't tell?" Willow asked, looking up from her search with a hurt expression.
"Of course I can," Oz said. "It's just, I can't put it into words."
Willow twisted her mouth, obviously onto him but unwilling to call him out on it. "It's an animal hutch, for an animal refuge. For the woods."
Oz blinked and looked at the drawing again, wondering now if the cross hatches that he'd originally taken to be decorative were actually wire or bars of some type. He felt bad asking the obvious question, but he couldn't seem to come up with the answer on his own. "Why do the woods need an animal refuge?"
"Because of the werewolves," Willow whispered. "The bunnies don't stand a chance."
"Willow, you know that I'm here in the library during the full moon," Oz started, feeling a twist of guilt in his gut.
"I know, I know. It's not you I'm worried about. You'd never hurt a bunny, even when you're all wolfy. But there were other werewolves out there, and they're not as nice as you are," Willow nodded and picked up her pencil again.
Oz sighed and reached over and picked up a fresh piece of paper out of the pile and replaced the one she'd been working on. "Typically, wood comes in straight lines."
"Right, that's why I have the ruler," Willow said, grabbing the ruler and placing it in the middle of the paper.
They worked together, Willow describing her envisioned rabbit hutch and Oz placing the ruler where the lines should go while she drew the lines.
"Just one question," Oz said as the looked at the now recognizable project.
"Yeah?" Willow asked.
"How are you planning on getting the wild bunnies into the hutch?"
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