In which Lapis is struggling and Willow finds a Haven.
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Willow was still sleeping. It had been two weeks.
Lapis did all she could to hold things together. Everyday she went to work at the bookstore, taking Peridot with her and using the novels there to show Peridot how to read in an attempt to distract her. after work The two would go home and Lapis would use Willow's old textbooks to teach Peridot magic. The ocean gem might have been subpar at best when it came to magic, but she knew enough to guide the gemling through the basics.
Peridot to magic like wildfire. Within the first few days Peridot had mastered sheilds and levitation. By the second week, Peridot was beginning to focus on charms and beginners transfiguration.
Self defense spells and curses, however, Peridot would need help learning. Help that Lapis couldn't give, not when she couldn't manage more than basic healing charms.
The door to Willow's room was like the entrance to a crypt, dark and ominous, a symbol of all their fears.
Feroce was worried too. The swooping evil was often seen either curled in the crook of Willow neck, or grooming the death mage as best as he could, threading carefully through her hair with his teeth
Only at night for a single half hour did he retreat to the kitchen where lapis would feed him a bit of raw beef with Feroce would tear through quickly before racing back to his mistresses side.
Only Lapis an Peridot where allowed near Willow with Feroce standing guard.
Steven had visited once to see how the trio was doing and the moment he crossed the doorway to Willow's room the swooping death gave out an enraged shriek and bared his fangs at the intruder.
Steven hadn't visited after that.
Lapis tried as best as she could to carry on with life. But Willow had always been the head of their miniscule little group. She always knew what to do and how.
Once more, Sadie and Barb had yet to be informed of their relative's current condition.
It was a conversation Lapis dreaded as Barbara was an intense woman at best.
However, if Willow didn't awake by the time Sadie came around for a visit as she was prone to do once every few weeks, than there would bee no avoiding the topic.
With Willow taking as long as she was to recover, Lapis began to suspect there was a magical variable to this that someone of her lackluster abilities and experience simply didn't understand.
Lapis was going to need a Wizards help to ensure Willow's recovery.
The statement in itself was incredibly problematic. Willow was a criminal in the eyes of magical law. Granted the American magical government, MACUSA weren't actively searching for her, But the MoM certainly was. that eliminated any and all medical professionals who would certainly turn the death mage in to the government.
Family was out of the question as all of Willow's family was dead save for a distant branch of non-magical cousins in Connecticut who had probably never even heard of Willow.
Which left close friends of Willow or her family.
This bit was tricky. While the Viragos and O'Connors both were very well connected none of said connections owed Willow any favors. As for personal friends, Willow had very little in the way of those. Her dark reputation scaring off most people.
There was one however, that Lapis could try...
But what was his name?!
Willow had mentioned him in passing and Lapis couldn't remember for the mans damn name!
Daniel?
Dennis?
Lapis groaned and banged her head against Willow's doorway, startling Peridot who had taken to telling the sleeping witch about her day each night before she went to bed.
Lapis sighed and sat down, pulling Peridot into her lap with one hand and grasping Willow's limp one with the other.
The gems and familiar sat in silence, each praying in their own way for their friend, leader, and mentor, to wake up.
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One two three, one two three, lift, spin, dip.
Willow laughed a rich, vibrant laugh. The first one in like it in years.
Jackson laughed right along with her, the familiar timber a balm on her soul.
oh, dragonfire maiden,
you stole my heart!
peirced this knights armor
and i didn't even fight!*
The radio crackled out their song. Willow remembered every last note by heart. Jackson snuck in a coy little kiss as he dipped her, his eyes sparkling with joy.
You're spirit burns higher
than any flame
you're smile's more dangerous
than any hex
baby I couldn't have fallen harder!*
There was something about this boy that made the years fade away. Suddenly she was fifteen again, blushing like a school girl and her stomach filling up with butterflies.
Jackson wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Willow lay her face in the crook of his shoulder and breathed in his familiar scent of pine and home.
Dragonfire maiden
you stole my heart.
No spell could erase
your face from my mind.
Merlin how far I've fallen!*
Everything was oh so familiar. Their song, this dance, the redwood of the parlor room walls, Virago family portrait hanging above the mantle, an inch too far from the left because no one cared enough to fix it.
They were both dressed as they had when they were young. Jackson in his dashing blue button up shirt and dark trousers, Willow in a blood red victorian dress. Willow's wedding ring glittered on her finger, as did Jackson's.
Merlin yes! I've fallen hard!
And I never want to climb back up, no.
Lost in the depths of your eyes
I'll stay.
Just promise Dragonfire maiden,
that you'll stay right by my side!*
"I love you, so, so much." Willow mumbled into Jackson's ear.
Jackson smiled and kissed her sweetly.
"I love you too, my dragonness."
Oh I'd follow her anywhere,
my maiden mine.
wherever her restless soul calls!
We'll walk the path of fate barefoot!
No matter our problems size!
And tame Hell itself,
My dragonfire girl could do it,
I wouldn't be surprised!*
There was a tug at Willow's core. A nagging, prickling sensation at the back of her mind.
Willow ignored it and continued to dance in the arms of her beloved.
Oh I never want to leave you,
I couldn't bear to try.
My Dragonfire maiden,
Till the end it's you and I!*
She never wanted to leave.
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It looks to me as though Willow is stuck in a limbo where she is living in a memory of her past that her mind made up for her to cope with pent up grief!
But what do I know. I'm just the author.
Oooooh! What will Willow do? Stay in Limbo with her deceased loved ones? Or return to her living ones?
There is a very good chance it will be either. You guys know how i love my angst soooo...On a side note, I thought you guys should know that I have a blog on tumblr now, and while I don't have any the war in her eyes stuff on there yet, the moment I start getting Asks I'll start posting the desired content.
My tumblr name is cinderselenesworld. I'll be the one with the blog titled Nerdlife: Insanity is the best sanity.
Hope to hear from you,
-Blue
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