#willow deighton

[eddie-breland]

@willow-deighton​

“You don’t happen to know the password to the speakeasy, do you? I know, I know, it’s kind of cheating to just get it like that but I have been trying and so far nothing has really worked.”

[robbie-rockford]

Texts | Robbie & Willow

Robbie: What do you know about changing a tire?

[jaymorrison-rp-blog]

@willow-deighton

“Hello...? Is anyone here?” Double checking that he had arrived at the location Autumn had written down for him, Jay pocketed the piece of paper before deciding to wait by the doorway. 

Where he came from it was rude to go into someone’s workplace uninvited... it was also frowned upon to accidentally knock over one of the planters, making a mad dive to catch it before the pot shattered. 

“Sonofa--” Jay yelped, nimbly catching the planter without causing any further damage. He managed to return the plant to it’s rightful spot just in time to catch who he assumed was the graphic designer he was sent to meet. “Uh, Willow Deighton? Sorry about that...”

[rockford-rp]

Willow Deighton is a 33 year old who lives in the downtown and is a graphic designer.

Date of birth: September 15th

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Biography: 

Some people are of the mind that you choose your path in life. Others believe you are born into it. The Deighton girls went about their lives by living by these vastly differing opinions. Despite being the older sister, Wilhelmina Deighton was a follower. She stuck to her parent’s wills no matter how many music or cotillion lessons she was put through, Willow sucked it up. It was what her parents wanted, and she trusted them. She was sure she’d be thankful for them later. Abby was different though. She was a leader. The type to ask questions and take a stance for what she wanted out of her life. Though Willow admired that about her younger sister, she doubted she’d ever be able to follow suit. Though distant at times, the influence and authority of her parents on Willow was constant, and being considered “The Good Child” to Abby’s “Black Sheep” only piled on the pressure to do right. Despite their differences, Willow tried to stay close to Abby. They’d always gotten along as young girls, but the older they got, the more frustrated Abby became with Willow’s unwillingness to break out of the mold their parents had designed for her. The one time, Willow was tempted to disobey her parents was the day she discovered Abby had run away. She had been away for college and the news came in the form of a telephone call, and a very transactional one at that. Her father didn’t want to alarm her, but Abby had run away several days ago and was nowhere to be found. From the letter left behind, she didn’t have any intention of being found, and as such, she was being disowned. Before Willow could process what was happening, she was being told that she was to make no attempts to reach out to her sister or she would find herself in a similar situation. Never before had Willow thought of herself as a coward, but that day, she learned the hard truth about herself. Abby had been courageous every step of the way, fought for her independence, and finally, finally she had it. Willow had followed the rules to the letter and let her parents run her life, and now that the choice had come, she wasn’t brave enough to take the same leap. When every step had been laid out in front of you for your entire life, it was hard to face going out on your own. So she did the cowardly thing. She abided by her parents’ rules and never made an attempt to reach out to her sister, a choice she’d later regret for the rest of her life. From that day on, Abby’s name wasn’t so much as uttered in the Deighton household. Not until one day several years later when the worst news imaginable came to them. Abby had died of stage 4 cancer, and the Deightons had been none the wiser. All Willow could think about was how lonely her sister must have been, and then the real kicker came, the surprise that none of them were expecting. Abby had a child. A little girl named Hope living in a town called Rockford under the care of some doctor who had cared for Abby in her last year. Some doctor who probably had barely known anything about her sister outside of her health charts, and yet he was taking care of Willow’s niece. Of course, her parents were furious at the thought of a stranger raising their grandchild when they could obviously give her a better life, and maybe there was a part of Willow that was angry too. Angry that Abby had trusted her child with a stranger instead or that she felt like she couldn’t reach out to her family in her time of need. Angry that they’d only heard about her cancer after the fact and were robbed of the chance to see her again, but this child, this Hope might be her chance to get it right this time. It was too late for Abby, but Willow could still do right by her niece. When her parents asked her to go to Rockford and get whatever information they could to help their case against the doctor, Willow was happy to do it. She made all the arrangements from getting a temporary apartment, to lining up some graphic design jobs as an excuse to hang around town longer. All that remained was to meet Hope and eventually, take her niece home.

Personality: 

Willow has always been a diligent, detail oriented worker from the start. How could you not be when lessons started early on and nothing short of perfection was expected from you? As a girl, she was much more carefree and fun loving, but under the strict parentage of her mother and father, she learned to compartmentalize and repress. Because of this, it can take some time to get past her surface level or kind and polite, and get to know Willow as a real person. She’s incredibly sharp and impassioned, she just needs to learn to stretch herself beyond her comfort zone, and maybe once she’s out from under the thumb of her parents, she’ll finally be able to.

[s--michaels-blog]

Getting mail to the new apartment was bittersweet, the beginning of a new chapter and the end of another. It cemented her time in Illinois, she now had an address and items coming to her home here, despite how foreign the city still felt. And though it was mostly junk mail, she wasn’t sure how to feel about it just yet. Rifling through the envelopes, she noticed one addressed to someone else, the number on the first line a digit off her own. The apartment wasn’t too far from hers, so she dropped by on her way back to her own place, knocking gently on the stranger’s door. “Hi, so sorry to bother you, but this was delivered to me by mistake.” // @willow-deighton