Chapter 11 Words to the not so wise.
True to her word Mrs Ashton sent a servant over with the ingredient. Willow was in the middle of packing her stuff when Buffy came in with the mail. She had decided to leave most of her gowns for Sophie and only picked her few favourite ones to take back, it's not like there was anywhere to wear them in Sunnydale anyway.
"Hey Wills this just came for… what are you doing?"
"Packing and you should too."
"Yeah I see that and why are we doing that?" Buffy sat on the bed an eyed her friend "I thought we decided to hang for another month?"
"We have to leave." She answered distractedly as she picked up the things she had bought as souvenirs for the guys back home.
"Earth to planet Willow. Why the jam o gram?
Willow turned to Buffy "Look, don't make this any harder than it already is. I'm this close to saying screw the future and staying here for good." Buffy raised an eyebrow "What bought this on?"
"William proposed." Willow slumped to the bed
Buffy's jaw dropped "Oh my- no way."
"I was half I love with Spike before we even left home and now, I want to stay so much. I love him Buffy."
Buffy sat there for a second "And I can't even bake cookies."
"What?" confused wasn't the word to describe Willow's state of mind
"I figure this on the Buffy screw up scale is about on a level with the My-will-it-so spell going up to Amy as a rat and I cant even bake cookies to ease my pain."
Willow gave a half giggle- half sob and hugged Buffy. "You are so lucky I'm a forgiving friend."
"You're the best. I better go pack. This is for you." she handed Willow the package
"Its probably the ingredient we need, Mrs Ashton said she had some and would send it-" her voice trailed off as she unwrapped it, the small vial fell on the bed and Willow held a small red leather bound journal in her hands. There was a letter inside the first leaf
My Dearest Lady Willow
I held myself an accomplished writer but words now fail me as I attempt to so justice to the emotion that course through my veins. Without you the words mean nothing and so I hand to you the words along with my heart. The early verses are about Cecily but those words and sentiments pale to how I feel about you, each breath you take adds inspiration and every moment with you touches me. You are my muse. I want you to have this book as every syllable is forever etched into my heart along with the love I feel for you. Even if the verse is bad, the sentiment is pure. I am a good man and I shall remain, forever yours. I have no doubt that we shall meet again and will be together forever.
Eternally Yours
William Ashton.
Willow looked up to find that Buffy had gone and left her to her precious treasure.
She sat and read through the entire book, most of it was verse but some were diary entries about significant events in his life, she was entranced by the poetry, not noticing when the shadows got longer and the night crept under the door like a thief. She read about his hopelessness after his father's death, his growing regard for Cecily and finally his feelings for her. The final poems touched her heart and melted her soul. He was so in love with her, she was his world just as he was hers.
A hooting owl snatched Willow out of whatever trance his words had sent her into and she closed the book with quiet deliberation. What she was about to do was more than just altering the timeline; other things would be affected by this. She left the house quickly before common sense could catch up with her and she walked through the darkened streets of London like a spirit.
The night air was cool as she made her way to Bennett Lodge and for once Willow was glad that they weren't in Sunnydale where walking in the dark was tantamount to suicide. Maybe this was too.
True to her word Mrs Ashton sent a servant over with the ingredient. Willow was in the middle of packing her stuff when Buffy came in with the mail. She had decided to leave most of her gowns for Sophie and only picked her few favourite ones to take back, it's not like there was anywhere to wear them in Sunnydale anyway.
"Hey Wills this just came for… what are you doing?"
"Packing and you should too."
"Yeah I see that and why are we doing that?" Buffy sat on the bed an eyed her friend "I thought we decided to hang for another month?"
"We have to leave." She answered distractedly as she picked up the things she had bought as souvenirs for the guys back home.
"Earth to planet Willow. Why the jam o gram?
Willow turned to Buffy "Look, don't make this any harder than it already is. I'm this close to saying screw the future and staying here for good." Buffy raised an eyebrow "What bought this on?"
"William proposed." Willow slumped to the bed
Buffy's jaw dropped "Oh my- no way."
"I was half I love with Spike before we even left home and now, I want to stay so much. I love him Buffy."
Buffy sat there for a second "And I can't even bake cookies."
"What?" confused wasn't the word to describe Willow's state of mind
"I figure this on the Buffy screw up scale is about on a level with the My-will-it-so spell going up to Amy as a rat and I cant even bake cookies to ease my pain."
Willow gave a half giggle- half sob and hugged Buffy. "You are so lucky I'm a forgiving friend."
"You're the best. I better go pack. This is for you." she handed Willow the package
"Its probably the ingredient we need, Mrs Ashton said she had some and would send it-" her voice trailed off as she unwrapped it, the small vial fell on the bed and Willow held a small red leather bound journal in her hands. There was a letter inside the first leaf
My Dearest Lady Willow
I held myself an accomplished writer but words now fail me as I attempt to so justice to the emotion that course through my veins. Without you the words mean nothing and so I hand to you the words along with my heart. The early verses are about Cecily but those words and sentiments pale to how I feel about you, each breath you take adds inspiration and every moment with you touches me. You are my muse. I want you to have this book as every syllable is forever etched into my heart along with the love I feel for you. Even if the verse is bad, the sentiment is pure. I am a good man and I shall remain, forever yours. I have no doubt that we shall meet again and will be together forever.
Eternally Yours
William Ashton.
Willow looked up to find that Buffy had gone and left her to her precious treasure.
She sat and read through the entire book, most of it was verse but some were diary entries about significant events in his life, she was entranced by the poetry, not noticing when the shadows got longer and the night crept under the door like a thief. She read about his hopelessness after his father's death, his growing regard for Cecily and finally his feelings for her. The final poems touched her heart and melted her soul. He was so in love with her, she was his world just as he was hers.
A hooting owl snatched Willow out of whatever trance his words had sent her into and she closed the book with quiet deliberation. What she was about to do was more than just altering the timeline; other things would be affected by this. She left the house quickly before common sense could catch up with her and she walked through the darkened streets of London like a spirit.
The night air was cool as she made her way to Bennett Lodge and for once Willow was glad that they weren't in Sunnydale where walking in the dark was tantamount to suicide. Maybe this was too.
