[Thread] One is the lonliest number that you'll ever know
Characters: AU!Willow Rosenberg, OU!Tohru Honda, OU!Cobweb, OU!Ares OPEN
Where: The Park
When: Around 10 A.M.
Summary: Willow is a book hermit no longer, out at the park.
Warnings: None yet. Least not to my knowledge. Might be some sexual orientation speak, if the situation arises.
"Must not go to library" was the mantra of Willow Rosenberg as she left Ast-Tria, wearing jeans, sneakers and a plain green t-shirt beneath a light, black hoodie. Her auburn locks were slowly drying, as she'd finished taking a shower not long ago. The witch made her way down the street, not quite hugging the buildings, but not striding down the middle of the road. She turned left, making her way to the park, knowing she needed more fresh air than what she got to and from the library the past few weeks.
Reaching the park, Willow settled herself on a grassy knoll, not far from the pond, crossing her ankles out in front of her. She closed her eyes, lifting her face to the mid-morning sunshine. Soon enough, it warmed her face and she mentally reminded herself to not stay out too long, for she burned easily. Funny. A witch easily burned. Wait. That's not funny. Damn Xander and his laugh at anything attitude. It'd rubbed off on her.
Willow frowned at the thought of her best friend. She missed the dark haired man terribly. He'd been her best friend nearly all of her life and was always there for her...until she was 'drafted'. Willow sighed heavily, shoulders heaving and she leaned back, pillowing her hands beneath her head. Once it got too warm to wear her hoodie, she'd take it off, pillowing that beneath her head as well.
Once Xander had finished running through her mind, the situation with Oz and Tara poured in like tar, sickingly slow and made her curl up her lips in disgust. Where Oz was slender and muscles and protective, Tara was sweet and soft and warm. Her arms seemed to melt around Willow when she'd found out her favorite cousin had died in a car accident. She then realized, just how lonely she was.
Where: The Park
When: Around 10 A.M.
Summary: Willow is a book hermit no longer, out at the park.
Warnings: None yet. Least not to my knowledge. Might be some sexual orientation speak, if the situation arises.
"Must not go to library" was the mantra of Willow Rosenberg as she left Ast-Tria, wearing jeans, sneakers and a plain green t-shirt beneath a light, black hoodie. Her auburn locks were slowly drying, as she'd finished taking a shower not long ago. The witch made her way down the street, not quite hugging the buildings, but not striding down the middle of the road. She turned left, making her way to the park, knowing she needed more fresh air than what she got to and from the library the past few weeks.
Reaching the park, Willow settled herself on a grassy knoll, not far from the pond, crossing her ankles out in front of her. She closed her eyes, lifting her face to the mid-morning sunshine. Soon enough, it warmed her face and she mentally reminded herself to not stay out too long, for she burned easily. Funny. A witch easily burned. Wait. That's not funny. Damn Xander and his laugh at anything attitude. It'd rubbed off on her.
Willow frowned at the thought of her best friend. She missed the dark haired man terribly. He'd been her best friend nearly all of her life and was always there for her...until she was 'drafted'. Willow sighed heavily, shoulders heaving and she leaned back, pillowing her hands beneath her head. Once it got too warm to wear her hoodie, she'd take it off, pillowing that beneath her head as well.
Once Xander had finished running through her mind, the situation with Oz and Tara poured in like tar, sickingly slow and made her curl up her lips in disgust. Where Oz was slender and muscles and protective, Tara was sweet and soft and warm. Her arms seemed to melt around Willow when she'd found out her favorite cousin had died in a car accident. She then realized, just how lonely she was.