towerofanimus | ❝what rushes into my heart and my skull❞

Characters Willow (

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Setting: The second floor hall.
Format: Action tags.
Warnings: Mentions of violent death.
Summary: A few days after her death, Willow still hasn't gotten her magic back, but this time it isn't the tower's fault. (Also includes a thread for immediately after her resurrection to log with Eridan.) There will be opportunity later to violently harass her, I promise, but for now friendlies only, please?

[Her heart is in her throat, loudly enough that she'd almost think anyone nearby could hear it and know she was there. But she'd been holing up in Eridan's room for a couple days now, ever since she'd come back to life, and at some point she needed to leave. She needed food, for one thing, and for another she had to sleep in her own bed soon or she'd start going crazy.

Her magic still hadn't come back, and it terrified her. Nothing worked. No amount of meditation, prayer, or supplication, no spell she'd tried could coax it out. Magic was what Willow defined herself by, the thing that gave her any amount of self-confidence; without it, she wasn't anything. She was almost useless, just that dumb little girl in high school who'd chased after Buffy and Xander like a pathetic puppy, desperate for attention and approval. She may have committed mistake after mistake with her magic, may have done some undeniably terrible, awful things, but it gave her power. It made her someone.

Not that she regretted helping Eridan. But she'd made a lot of enemies here, and she knew they wouldn't balk at taking the chance to tear her apart while she was defenseless. She just had to hold out. It was temporary -- had to be temporary.

She peeks her head tentatively outside the door, and starts to slowly edge into the hallway. Any of her previous cheer from last week has been drained from her completely, and left behind is a wan, blank-faced girl.]

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[The sleep paralysis is worse than she'd given it credit for. The first time she'd woken up here, she'd been freaked and scared, sure; but now, the ten minutes last forever, her mind replaying endlessly what had happened. Her breathing is uneven with grief, tears sliding from her eyes and down her cheeks even as she can't move.

The second feeling returns, she lurches out of bed, half-stumbling and half-racing out the door and down to his room. She has to see for herself, or she won't be able to believe it. There's always a first time for someone to not come back.]

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[She knows that feeling well, has been ignoring her own headache. Her voice is soft when she answers.] Yeah... we don't really have a choice. Or at least not a good one.

[She leans into him and half crawls onto his lap, out of words. Willow doesn't want to do anything but get as close to him as she can right now, doesn't want him out of her sight, doesn't want to think about anything else.]

[And he feels the same way. He falls silent, holding her close, luxuriating in her presence. Maybe if they just stay like this forever, nothing else bad will happen]

[If only. She wishes that were true, too.

It's long, long minutes before she finally takes a breath, speaks again.] ... Do you mind if I stay in here with you for a while? I can't stay too long or I'll go crazy, but I-- I need to be able to see you.

I don't mind! [His fingers tighten on her] I'm sure you could stay a night or twwo, maybe? Tai and Vventus and the other guy wwon't mind, either, or I'll havve wwords wwith them.

You won't need to have words. I've been assured that my pouting is a drastic weapon... against some people, at least. [She's trying to recover some of her humor in order to stop being so bleak, but it still falls a little flat, and then she's back to being sad and serious.]

I'll stay as long as I think I can.

Wwell...the truth is I don't knoww if you can use your poutin' on Vventus, on account a him being blind. [He's mostly just talking, filling space, giving them both something to focus on.] But all a them are pretty nice except the older human is taciturn, but I don't think he's bad.

[Talking about something else for a while is a relief. She just slumps against him, some of the tension finally draining as she starts to accept that they're both safe now.]

Good thing you have decent roommates. Link got stuck with, like, a mortal enemy from home in his room, and I had to go ward it for him so he wouldn't get killed in his sleep. I'd worry about you all the time if you ended up with that.

Fuck, that sounds hard. [He can feel her tension draining out, and that helps him to relax, too. He sighs softly and nuzzles her cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the peachy skin] I'm glad there aren't any trolls in my respite block.

[She's relieved to nuzzle back, resting her head on his shoulder and hiding her face against his neck. Just being close to him is all she wants right now.] Some of them are nice, yourself being exhibit A, but yeah. I can get not wanting to deal with it. You shouldn't have to.

[He hugs her close, luxuriating in the flattery] I don't get along wwith other trolls. Either they're sea dwwellers, or mid bloods, or high bloods, and nearly all a them don't wwork out for some reason.

[Hey, she can flatter some more if that's what he wants. She would be more than happy to flatter him all day.]

Yeah, but that's not your fault. Some of the ones that are here don't care about the hemospectrum so much. Give them a try and you'll get used to it. You know, um, if you want to. I certainly wouldn't mind having more of you to myself.

[He shrugs] I give them tries. I talk to them wwhen they're around and it's convvenient. But it doesn't alwways wwork out, and it's awwkwward, I guess.

I understand awkward. As long as you're happy, I don't think it matters too much who you're happy with, anyway.

[She reaches up and tucks a piece of his hair into place with slow, gentle movements, and gives him a soft smile. Now that they're finally calming down completely, she's overcome with affection for him, even though it's overshadowed by what'd happened.]

[He smiles back at her, though it's tremulous. He's okay, pretty okay, so long as she is here, and he hopes she isn't going to suggest taking off anywhere for a while.]

I'm happy wwith you...

[Willow absolutely doesn't want to go anywhere else for a while, not for as long as she can manage it. She'll get hungry eventually, but... for right now?]

I'm happy with you, too. Maybe the only place I'm happy right now. Come cuddle with me? [Proper cuddling, laying down further up the bed, twined in each other and just resting. That's what she wants.]

[He eagerly complies, scooting up with her and stretching out, and cuddling against her. His fins relax as he rests his forehead against her shoulder, arms around her, and lets out a soft glub]

❝what rushes into my heart and my skull❞

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I think we can end this thread soon? :|a

Yeah :3