#p:willow

[jack--valentine]

who: @willowcreed

where: near the floats

Jack fiddled wandered over to where Willow was standing, holding two pieces of fabric in either arm. “Hey Willow” He greeted her before holding up a light blue cloth and a dark purple one. “Which one screams more royal to you? Becky and I are gonna be wearing blue, but I don’t know if having this on the float would be too matchy?” Jack asked, tilting his head to head slightly. “What do you think?”

[campbell-angel]

Forgiveness|Cam & Willow

@willow-honick

Cam was sitting on a picnic table outside the dining hall. He hadn’t been able to force himself to eat ever since he walked in on Owen and Willow. He let out a long sigh as he laid his head down on his arms. Suddenly he felt a tap on the shoulder and jumped. He whipped around to see who touched him but relaxed when he saw it was just Willow but soon anxiety filled him again. He couldn’t look the girl in the eyes. “Hey Willow.” He practically whispered.

[campbell-angel]

Cornered|Cam & Willow

@willow-honick

Cam had just finished hockey practice and was sitting out at the bus stop waiting for the bus to take him home since his host parents were out of town on an anniversary trip. He felt eyes on him and looked up to see Willow. He looked back down at his phone and turned the volume up to his headphones.

[heavenstrvck]

closed starter for @downbcd || willow & emilia

there was no way this would work out, but she had to try. knocking on the door of emilia's place, willow did her best to stand up straight, flowers in her hand like some bad rom-com protagonist, puppy eyes ready. when the door opened, she acted surprised, then relieved, then apologetic. "hey, baby. i know you probably don't want to see me, but i saw these and i thought of you." she handed the handmade little bouquet to the other, allowing the silence to linger before clearing her throat. "i wanted to apologize for everything. figured it'd be best if i did in person." her eyes flicked to the other's face, her lips briefly, then behind her. "do you have a minute now? you don't have to say yes, i get it."

[magicalxmemories]

Growing up in the same town her entire life, meant that she could navigate the streets on autopilot – which to her meant that she didn’t need to pay too much attention to the world around her. As always her attention was firmly on her phone and replying to whoever she happened to think deserved her time that day. Despite what seemed to be popular opinion, Willow wasn’t stupid – she knew full well that most of her ‘friends’ would be the first to stab her in the back, she simply didn’t care about that, because she’d do the exact same to them. Nobody got to the top by playing nice, even if they did have to fake pleasantries every so often. What she did know however, was that missing out on the gossip they all shared over group texts was almost a sin, she had to be the first to know everything, and that took precedence over paying attention to where she was walking.

Rounding a street corner, she saw a flash out of the corner of her eye, causing her to glance as inconspicuously as possible over her shoulder. Noticing someone walking a little too close for her liking, she ignored the sudden pit in her stomach, choosing to step to the side of the sidewalk to let them past – mentally deciding that they just lacked patience and temporarily forgot that personal space was a thing. Almost instantly, her attention flickered back to her phone, before freezing when she noticed that the person behind her had paused when she did.

Refusing to let any form of weakness show, she slipped effortlessly into her ice queen persona, lifting herself to her full height before pinning her gaze on the other person. “Can I help you?” It was a touch too bitchy considering she wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, that was half her point however, to make them go on their merry way and she could make the rest of her own journey. Most people seemed to simply roll their eyes at her, or do what she said depending on how confident the other person happened to be – this time, the person simply stared back at her. She couldn’t explain why, all she knew was that something seemed off about the entire situation and she wanted to run, but she couldn’t bring herself to show that she was apprehensive about it all.

“Okay really, what’s your problem?” She scoffed once they stepped closer, and began muttering in some language she didn’t understand, stepping back herself, she felt her back hit the streetlamp behind her, as she finally remembered her phone in her hand, suddenly bringing it up and typing frantically. The letters where random and she had no recipient in mind, she wasn’t even planning on sending someone the message, the aim was to make the other person think she was going to send it. Trying to hide any apprehension on her face, she cast a glance around them, hoping in vain that anyone else would show up.

[campbell-angel]

Post Game|Cam & Willow

Cam had just gotten home from clubbing and was doing some last minute cleaning up before Willow came over. He was still in a really good mood from the game he had played earlier in the night. He heard a knock at the door and jogged over to open it. Cam grinned at Willow “Hey, come in!” He stepped aside so the girl could come in.

[abel-notable-blog]

proper meetings || abel & willow

Abel propped himself up against the tree trunk, letting his legs dangle on either side of the thick branch he was sitting on as he started unwrapping the strips of old t-shirt from over the gauze.  It wasn’t the best fix - it kept slipping every now and then, exposing the gauze and letting it get snagged on the tree bark - but it was a fix, so he wasn’t going to complain.  It let him keep climbing.

He started re-wrapping his hand, taking a quick second to glance out at the surrounding trees.  The fire the night of the masquerade had done some damage, scarring the trees and ground with large streaks of blackened, burned charcoal at the edge of its reach.  Inside the perimeter of burned ground, well, Abel didn’t know much about what that looked like.  He didn’t trust the trees still standing there to hold him, not after a fire of that magnitude.  He shivered, remembering the way the fire had licked at his heels when he’d almost fallen, the way the burn in his scraped hands mirrored the heat of the surrounding flames as he held onto the branch for dear life.  

And then, there was the lady who’d saved him.  Quite literally.

Abel didn’t spot her until she walked underneath his branch, the shock of recognition nearly knocking him off his perch.  What was her name again?  He couldn’t remember.  Will... Will-something.

Willow.

“Willow?” he asked, swinging to a lower branch so she could see him more easily.  “You’re Willow, right?”