willow was in love.
wilson was worried for her.
but she doesn't care, anyway.
willow was in love..
she was in love..with the darkness.
a beautiful, striking woman, the darkness lies with her, every day, every night, and willow never knew such a gorgeous woman could exist!
the first time she saw her, she sported a long, soot-black dress, she had pale, nearly white skin, but dark claws that could rip through just about anyone's throat, the black slowly reaching up her arms, they looked acute to gloves..she also had nice, tall, black heels that matched to her outfit and her hair, and oh, her hair!..
the rose..
the rose was everything.
willow..
might be obsessed.
wilson told her that whoever this woman was, she didn't have permission to see, because who knows who she is, what if she's tricking you, what if..
wilson didn't understand.
wilson was like a brother to willow, yes, but..no way is he going to stop willow from loving who she loves.
because willow loves this mysterious woman, and no one's gonna stop her.
**
she stays in the dark, alot of the time, now.
willow wanted to see her again, she had so many ideas, so many topics to talk about, she wanted to prove to wilson that this woman was okay, she wasn't dangerous, ever since she even mentioned her he's been giving her more and more light sources added to her tent, everywhere she goes now, she travels with a lantern and more than a few lightbulbs..willow knew what he was doing, she knew he was trying to 'keep her safe'..
safe from what?
love?
**
willow saw her again.
her eyes in the darkness, she knew they were hers, this time, those oval beauties, like crystal gems in the night they sparkled, sparkled like no other..
willow steps into the darkness, the sound of her pumps clacking away from the stone ground of her and wilson's tiny camp they'd set up together, willow had stayed up all night until wilson slumbered away, she even pretended to sleep so that way he wasn't suspicious, so that way.. he wouldn't stop her now..
she hears deep drawls of breath.
**
willow learned her name.
charlie.
charlie..told her, after the second time they'd met.
charlie had brought her to dinner, a room that was pitchblack besides the bright fires lit around the room on large pedestals, that seemed to light up the room for the two of them, and it revealed a table-for-six with red cloth draped carefully and readily over it, and six, darkwood chairs were seated appropriately for it, and it appears someone had already made dinner, a large pig (not a pigmen, supposedly) sat with an apple in it's mouth on a plate sized just right, and there were six empty plates with forks, knives and spoons. there was more food, mashed potatoes, a cheeseblock, and more..! it was like a bouquet of food!
charlie had given her the greenlight, allowing her to dig into about every food on the table, willow was slightly nervous at first, but once her stomach rumbled, charlie just laughed, and gave her a cute little headpat.
willow's face colors intensely, which mortifies her, no doubt.
"so, darling, how do you like it? they made it special, just for you." charlie asks, pointing to something behind her with that toothy smile of hers, those white teeth glinting brightly in her mouth, before willow nearly chokes on her food when she looks to what she was pointing.
a nightmare creature, with a shadowy collar on it with spikes, and charlie was holding the dark leash..how did willow not notice?!
"it's-it's good! yeah, it's really good.." willow's face flushes again, a darker shade, now, and she shovels another slice of honey ham into her own mouth, charlie smiles wider, "why, thank you, willow. would you like to get dressed in something more..comfortable?" charlie's eyes are nearly closing at this point, they actually might be closed, before she snaps her fingers, her claws clicking together before willow is enveloped in darkness.
willow opens her eyes again, blinking a few times, before charlie speaks, "oh, did i scare you? sorry sweetheart, forgot about..that." charlie flicks her wrist around a little, making willow flinch, thinking she was gonna snap her finger again, but, she doesn't, and willow nods, "it's okay." she gives a thumbs up, and smiles, but not as toothy as charlie's, and charlie only nods back to willow.
after a few more minutes of silence, charlie breaks it, akin to snapping of twigs, and speaks, "so..willow, i have something i wanted to speak to you about." charlie flutters her eyelashes a little, smiling, "how to say this..i wanted to make you a..offer, of sorts." charlie puts her darkened hand over willow's, which makes willow practically steam from the ears, charlie's never touched her before..
"sweetheart, do you wish to live with me?" charlie breathes out, and time stops for a second.
live with charlie?
what about wilson? how would he make it without willow?
|~flaaaashbaaaackk~|
"willow, for gods sakes, stop lighting the camp on fire! this is the 33rd time, counting!" wilson shrills at her, flailing his arm around and baring his teeth, before wrapping his hands around willow's shoulders, shaking her half to death as she attempted to reach for her lighter..
grasping her lighter, she flips off the lighter, flicks it until it lights, wilson's shocked face being the last face he might make, before willow laughs and lights his bushhair on fire.
wilson looks like he wants to scream.
he does, while running to the frog pond, and dunking his head a million times inside of the pond while frogs tongue his face.
|~end of flaaaashbaaaackk~|
oh, yeah.
maybe he could.
but, what about chester?!
|~another flaaaashbaaaackk~|
"WILLOW, NO! NOT CHESTER--"
something orange and round hops around, panting and lighting the entire camp on fire with it's seemingly unharmed body.
"HAHAAAHAHAAHHA!!!--"
willow's laugh echoes through the camp, as the orange being lights wilson's tent on fire.
|~end of flaaaashbaaaack~|
....
okay, maybe she's not the GREATEST campbuddy..but--
|~flaaaashbaaaack~|
"wh-what do you wantt....w-willooo--?..oh-oh GOD--WILLOW NO!! NOT MY TENT!! NOT AGAIN!!"
willow laughs, again.
|~flaaaashbaaaack~|
okay, fine.
but!!--
"i have a friend who needs me though, charlie..he'll get lonely, and he's not good when he's alone with only himself, his name's--" willow tries, but charlie cuts her off with her own voice, "oh, don't worry, i know his name. wilson, is it? i have someone perfect for him..someone named..maxwell. they'll be best friends in no time, i promise you, he won't be lonely, he'll even bring a gift basket of food and supplies, so you don't have to worry about little wilson there not having enough supplies!" charlie laughs.
"think about it, willow. would you rather live there, or here? you can light all the fires you want, you won't have anyone yell at you..what do you say?" charlie squeezes willow's hand, who's practically sweating at this point..
what does she say..?
".."
willow is silent, but..
"totally."
charlie smiles, rather happy.
"goodie!"
willow feels like frowning, right now.
goodbye, wilson.
tbc