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Where: Willow's Fortress
When: 7pm, September 10th
Who: Amy, Willow
What: Amy visits Willow for a chat
Rating: NC-17 for sex & BDSM stuffs
Amy had spent most of the last week at the Chimera, and as a result there was an unsightly bruise on her neck from all the vampires after a little extra magical zing to their dinner.
It was getting more and more difficult for her to survive, and she couldn't put off seeing Willow any longer. It was something that scared her, not the power or the anger, but the fact that Willow had finally become what Amy wanted, and now she couldn't even bring herself to talk to her.
As she walked, she huddled in her moth-eaten jacket, trying to decide how she was even going to get Willow to talk to her.
She stood outside the fortress, looking up at it as the wind whipped her hair over her face. Silently, she reached for Willow, calling to her with her mind, but she was unable to penetrate the veils of magic, so she knocked on the door instead.
When: 7pm, September 10th
Who: Amy, Willow
What: Amy visits Willow for a chat
Rating: NC-17 for sex & BDSM stuffs
Amy had spent most of the last week at the Chimera, and as a result there was an unsightly bruise on her neck from all the vampires after a little extra magical zing to their dinner.
It was getting more and more difficult for her to survive, and she couldn't put off seeing Willow any longer. It was something that scared her, not the power or the anger, but the fact that Willow had finally become what Amy wanted, and now she couldn't even bring herself to talk to her.
As she walked, she huddled in her moth-eaten jacket, trying to decide how she was even going to get Willow to talk to her.
She stood outside the fortress, looking up at it as the wind whipped her hair over her face. Silently, she reached for Willow, calling to her with her mind, but she was unable to penetrate the veils of magic, so she knocked on the door instead.