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Willow Iris Hazelwood

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  1. Things had seemed to have come full circle for Willow and Killian. It had been been almost exactly a year since she had been dragged onto the stage by Ash to sing. One year since Killian had first heard her voice and started to fall for her. So it only made sense that Willow would attend the party again. This time, however, she wouldn't be attending alone. She would be meeting Killian at the party. As she finished putting on the final touches of makeup, she checked the fit of her sundress in the mirror one last time. Once she was satisfied with her look, she made her way towards Killian's cabin. As she arrived the party already seemed to be in full swing. Several other campers had already arrived. She searched the room to find him. Luckily he was standing near James and her sister Larissa, so it didn't take long to find him once she had settled for finding the first person she felt comfortable with. They were all conveniently lumped together! "Hey." She said sheepishly as she stood next to Killian and slipped her hand into his. "Did I miss anything?"
  2. As Killian sat down next to her, Willow looked over at him. He was so incredibly handsome. He showed her so much kindness and compassion, which she had never expected from him. She wasn't entirely certain she believed this wasn't a dream she was having. But if it was, she wasn't ready to wake up from it. She would see it through to its end. As he spoke, she listened. Her eyes widened and lit up as he not her placed the boundary for exclusivity. "I'd really like that! I just... I didn't think it would be fair of me to ask that since I'm not calling myself your 'girlfriend' yet." She said with a sheepish blush. Lacing her fingers in his, Willow held Killian's hand as they sat there on the Amphitheater stage together. "I want us to talk about things. When we're upset, when we need something from the other. Things like that." She said as she rested her head onto his shoulder. "It's not fair to you that I kept my fears to myself and didn't give you the chance to talk about it so... this is me trying to do better about that." Willow felt bad for the last few months. Killian had been pursuing her in an honest and gentlemanly fashion--even if a bit relentless--and Willow had done nothing but let her own prejudice based on his reputation get in the way. Willow knew now that she had needed to make better choices moving forward if she wanted things to work out. He deserved better than that. She ran her thumb over the back of his hand as she held his in hers. "I've never done this..." Willow confessed. And it was true, she hadn't. Willow had barely kissed others before Killian came around. She had been very careful with her heart. But no amount of prevention can prepare you for what happens when the real thing comes knocking on your door. Deny it all she wanted, Willow's heart already belonged to Killian. She just needed to fight off the demons in her mind that plagued her with insecurity.
  3. The kiss was intoxicating. She had lost herself completely in it until Killian separated them. That was when it sank in what had really just occurred. Willow's eyes grew wide in panic as the realization dawned on her that not only had they kissed, but she had initiated it. She had crossed every boundary she had been trying to build that day. In a moment of weakness she had torn down the efforts of that day. Her hand went up to her lip and she could feel her heart racing. What have I done? Willow quickly grabbed her belongings from Killian and ran. She didn't bother explaining herself. She didn't bother thanking him for the ride or the help. She panicked and darted as quickly towards camp as she could. Leaving him there in shock as she abandoned him completely. Reaching the edge of the park she hailed the Grey Sister's cab, not caring how much it would cost her, and fled quickly back to camp and the safety of her cabin walls where she could collapse, cry, and process what on earth had just occurred. How could I be so stupid? ~~~~~ End RP ~~~~~
  4. Willow had been lost in her thoughts when Killian stepped up, so she jumped slightly as he spoke. Then, realizing who it was she chuckled lightly in embarrassment. "Sorry, was looking up at the stars." Standing up from the blanket, Willow wrapped her arms behind Killian's neck before giving him a soft kiss. "Hello, handsome." Disentangling herself from him, she gestured down to the blanket. "I don't know if I've gotten any better about about telling you how I feel. But I hope I'm doing better about showing it at least." She said with a giggle. Everything about tonight from wearing a dress she knew he liked, to the sandwiches she made, to the romantic evening under the stars had been carefully curated to show Killian that he meant the world to her. Even the mead had been procured to help loosen her up so she would maybe be able to verbalize herself better by not overthinking. She wasn't sure if that would backfire on her or not, but she hoped that if she took it slowly that she could keep a clear head. Aislynn was known for brewing things strong though. Sitting back on the blanket, Willow patted the seat next to her. "You've been so good to me Killybear that I just wanted to do something nice for you." She grabbed a couple of cups and began to pour a bit of mead for the both of them. As she handed him his cup, she took the first sip from hers. Willow couldn't really taste the alcohol all that much. This made it incredibly dangerous though. Willow didn't drink often enough to recognize the signs that she was nearing her limits. Usually she relied on the taste. Tonight there were going to be no warnings, and she was too naive to know that not tasting the alcohol was the very thing that made it dangerous.
  5. June 2022 Willow and Killian had been 'dating' for months now. In that short time, things had gone relatively smoothly. Killian had been a man of his word. He never pushed for more than she was willing to give and he never made her feel bad for only being willing to go so far as to kiss him. It was with that exact thought in mind that Willow realized that she owed him a gesture of faith and appreciation. Not because he demanded one--no he hadn't asked for anything--but because she felt like he had more than earned it. Her idea had simply been to have a picnic beneath the stars on the side of the lake at camp. Little did she know where that night would end up... Sitting on the edge of the lake, Willow had spread out the blanket on the ground as she listened to the waves lapping against the shore. She wore the sundress that she had heard him compliment her on, on several occasions--though admittedly he was fairly free with his compliments in her direction, still she got the feeling he had preferred this dress. It was yellow with sunflowers on it. It hugged at her waist and lifted her chest, but was loose around the hips. It laced down the front to the midriff, giving the illusion of being a corset. It was incredibly comfortable and seemed to embody her personality well. She supposed that was perhaps a factor. Beside her, on the sand of the shore sat her guitar. The blanket held a picnic basket that held an array of sandwiches and a couple bottles of mead that she had managed to purchase off of Killian's sister Aislynn. It was supposed to be pretty strong, but Willow trusted Aislynn wouldn't poison Killian so that was good enough for her. Now there was nothing to do but sit and wait for him to join her under the stars.
  6. Relief washed over her as she heard Killian confirm that he would wait as long as she needed. She hadn't realized the anxiety she would feel simply asking that of him. To be honest, she hadn't really given herself time to process any of the emotions she was feeling right now. She was simply letting them run her course of action. It was impulsive, it was reckless, but she had wasted several months now trying to keep things in the realm of safety. And it hadn't worked. So it was time to let her impulsivity and emotions win. His lips on her forehead were soothing and intimate. It simultaneously served as a balm to stave away what was left of her nerves, as well as kindling to spark something more. She lifted her head and kissed Killian again, this time with more passion than before, though still nothing in comparison to what she felt. Resisting Killian had been an impossible task. Now she could only hope that giving in to him would be the answer that she needed. Once again she felt the sparks that she had felt that day when she kissed him after the sleigh ride. Okay, Aphrodite. You win. She thought to herself. I choose him. Slowly, she pulled her lips from his and blushed. "I... I just wanted to see what it would be like to do it on purpose this time." The kiss after the sleigh had been charged with an equal level of uncertainty and passion. It hadn't been intentional though. At least, not wholly. This time she did it because she had actively decided to. She wanted to. And that made all the difference. Realizing she should probably have a discussion with him about the parameters of their new arrangement, Willow began to disentangle herself from his arms. "So... we should talk about how this is going to work, yeah?" She said, and slowly made her way to the edge of the apmhitheater's stage and sat down. Patting the spot beside her so that Killian could sit next to her, she waited for him to join before continuing. "I don't know that I'm comfortable calling it a relationship just yet. But we can be 'dating' if that's okay with you." It was a large ask, because she knew that she personally felt like that meant he shouldn't be seeing other girls, but she wasn't aware of relationship dynamics enough to know that she should clarify that. "It's just that... I know that the title 'girlfriend' comes with certain expectations and I don't want to feel like I'm leading you on. I'd rather use that word when I'm sure I'm ready to hold up to all the expectations that come with it. But I'm not trying to hide things, either. I'm happy to hold your hand, kiss you, and hug you in public. And I want to go on dates where we can really get to know one another." Willow chewed on her lip again, hoping that Killian would understand. It probably came across that she was worried about sex. That was, definitely, part of it. But really she was afraid of the words 'I love you' and what power they could have once she said them. She wanted to make sure she felt it before she said it, and she felt like it was an expectation in most relationships these days to say it fairly quickly. Having the separation for the interim until she could say it, seemed to make sense to her odd brain. "What about you? Are there any boundaries you want to set?"
  7. Pleased that they could find an appropriate topic of conversation, and one that she felt she could actually contribute to as well, Willow had nearly forgotten how close they were until that gods damned bump. Now she was acutely aware of their proximity again and found herself struggling to focus on anything but her hand on his. She tried to listen as he spoke, but that only made things even more intense. His gratitude for their time together made her worry that she had let things get too far again today. They were supposed to be friends, but she couldn't let him think that meant she would let herself become another notch on his bedpost. Chewing softly on her lower lip, Willow nodded. "Yeah, it's nice when friends can spend more time together." She said, with a soft emphasis on the word 'friends' to hopefully set that boundary firm once more. Little did she know that no matter how much she tried to, the boundary was doomed to be ruined by fate. As those women like to weave their own handiwork into everything. "I really do enjoy spending time with you, Killian." The sleigh slowly reached the other side of the park, and as it did, Willow finally found the strength to pull her hand off Killian's. "I guess this is our stop." She said sheepishly. Slowly she began to gather her bags and guitar, waiting to step out of the sleigh. As Killian stepped down onto the snow, he extended a hand up to her to help Willow down. Willow first handed him her guitar and bags, knowing that there was no safe way to get all three down at once. She blushed as he obliged. That was very gentlemanly. He didn't even complain. Willow lost herself in thought as she went to grab his hand to step out. Unfortunately some of the ice had melted under the heat and refrozen as the cool air hit. This caused a slick enough surface that Willow tripped slightly. As she did she managed to catch herself on Killian's shoulder, but not without bringing her face right in front of his. The warmth of his breath against her skin felt intoxicating. Aphrodite or Eros must have been nearby, because the next thing Willow knew she found herself acting without thought and pressing her lips to his as she finished stepping down. His lips felt warm underneath hers and she could swear that she saw sparks fly as she kissed him. Willow lost herself in that moment for a few too many moments. ((OoC: GM permission given by DUDEITSBRITT for this post))
  8. He... wants something real. Not once during the entire course of their interactions did Willow think that she would actually hear Killian telling her that he was sincere in his interests. That he, one of the most notorious playboys at camp, wanted to settle down with her of all people. His words acted as the chisel to loosen her feet from the amphitheater floor. In an instant she set her guitar against the amp that was sitting there, unused, and her feet carried her over to him. Closing the gap with each step she ran over to him. Before long she was next to him, arms flung around him. She buried her face against his chest before slowly looking up at him. Willow chewed her lip as Killian wiped away her tear. He was so kind and sweet. It was hard to imagine that she had ever wanted to resist him, resist this. She found herself wondering what was wrong with her that she had someone so wonderful right before her, and her whole goal lately had been to avoid him. What is wrong with you? He dropped his hand from her cheek and Willow found that she missed it, instantly. She reached her own hand down and grabbed his. "Killian..." She blushed and squeezed his hand with hers. This was the man that had been by her side the last few months. The man who, in spite of his own feelings for her, always made sure to support her hesitance to start a relationship, even when it broke his heart to do so. This was the man who, since meeting her, had put her happiness above his own. Willow did not doubt that he cared for her. And the more he spoke, the harder it became to ignore her own feelings for him. Then, without thinking, on complete impulse, Willow found herself moving, as if in slow motion, to kiss him. She pressed her lips to his softly. Killian's lips felt warm and soft against hers. His scruff scratched at her soft skin, but she didn't mind. As she pulled away, she blushed bright red. After a brief pause, Willow spoke. "I want to take things slow... I'm still not sure that I trust you won't lose interest." She chewed on her lip again, nervously. "I want to, though. I just need some time I think. Is that okay with you? To take things slow, I mean."
  9. The winter winds whipped Willow's hair behind her. Her mind was fixated on the warmth of Killian's finger next to hers when she heard him ask a question. "Music? Oh, well... I suppose mostly I like that it helps people connect. If you're looking for a general answer. But on a more personal level, it helps me express myself in ways I'm not usually brave enough to when speaking." She said with a slight blush casting a rosy hue on her cheeks once more. Her eyes had lit up when talking about music. It was one of her greatest passions. "I don't know what it is about it, but I find myself better able to express how I really feel about something when I'm singing, or even just playing. The instrumental can be just as important as lyrics when conveying meaning in a song, don't you think?" She could have continued for hours talking about music like that if the sleigh hadn't went over a slight bump in the trail. The bump was not big enough to really cause many issues, but just enough to bump Willow's hand up. When it came back down, it was now on top of Killian's. She didn't know what to do. If she pulled it away, he might take it the wrong way and think that she didn't was uncomfortable being close to him. But if she left it there she might give him the impression that she was open to being with him. And right now that just wasn't something she could bring herself to admit to herself, let alone to Killian. She sat there, frozen with indecision.
  10. Willow's cheeks flushed once more as Killian spoke. Every time he spoke to her, Willow could feel herself slowly succumbing to his charm. No matter how much she tried to resist it, he had a way of chipping away at her defenses and sneaking just a bit further in. Despite her best efforts to continue denying any chance that he might actually have feelings for her, Willow had forgotten to address the other half of that equation--her own feelings towards him. So while she still firmly believed that he wasn't serious with any of his flirting, and that he would tire of her the instant she gave in, Willow suddenly became very aware that despite her better judgment she suddenly wondered what it might be like if she would just give in. Willow watched as Killian stepped up into the sleigh. She blushed slightly as he extended his hand before grabbing it and letting him help her up. His skin felt warm against hers in the cold of the winter. Willow could feel herself acutely aware of his presence now. "Th...Thank you." She said as soon as she had her feet, and pulled her hand free to put her belongings down. Willow set her guitar and portable amplifier down in the seat across from Killian before taking the seat next to him. As she sat back down, her fingers brushed against his on the seat once more, and she blushed, but didn't move her hand. We're friends. She reminded herself, as if that meant that she didn't need to move her hand. Before long the sleigh took off and they were on their way through the park.
  11. To Willow, it felt like an eternity had lapsed before Killian answered her question. In reality, it had likely only been a couple minutes. And, in all honesty, the fact that she had gotten a response that quickly when the news had clearly been surprising to him, if the look on his face was any indication, was a miracle. Willow chewed softly on her lower lip as she waited and heard him out. She stood there, silently, guitar in her hand as she listened to his words. The entire time that Killian had been flirting with her, Willow had written it off as his nature. She hadn't stopped and considered the possibility that any of it might be genuine. Or rather, she had, but that idea had been even more terrifying because it meant that she would have to put herself out there to see if things worked, so she had rejected the very thought on the spot and dismissed it as ridiculous. But that's where she stood now, exactly where she thought she had no chance of being. Whatever she said next would decide whether she decided to take the dive and hope he would catch her, or hide back in the safety of keeping her feelings to herself. Willow stood there with her guitar in her hand, unmoving, as she began to speak. Afraid that if she started to move she would either run towards him, or run away. And she wasn't sure which direction her feet would take her, yet. "It's nothing you did to me." SHe said honestly. "I'm not trying to be hurtful, but you deserve my honesty. I'm sure you know what your reputation is." She chewed her lip softly. "I'm not the kind of girl that takes a lot of risks, especially with her heart. I can count on one hand the number of people I've kissed. Which now includes you." She blushed as she said it aloud. Remembering their brief kiss in New York City, once more. "This whole time I thought that you were just this charming with everyone." She confessed. "I wasn't ready to believe that you might actually have feelings for me." She started to tear up because she realized that she had been an idiot and had been pushing him away this whole time when she could have been genuinely trying to see where things might go. "I thought that, given your reputation, you'd get bored in a week. And then when you didn't I figured it wouldn't last the month. But then it did, and I decided it was just because you thought I was a challenge and that if I gave in I'd just become another girl who fell for that charm of yours..." Tears gently streamed down her face now. "And now I'm standing here realizing that it's my own prejudice that might have gotten in the way this whole time. Killian, if you tell me that I was wrong. That those words you said just now aren't just something you tell every girl. That you want something real with me... I'll believe you." Her next move hinged on Killian's response. She felt like she was cemented into the floor of the amphitheater, but with one tiny tap of the chisel she would be set free. If he said what she was desperate to hear, that nothing he said was untrue and that he wanted to be with her in a real and meaningful way, then she knew that she would run to him. But her anxiety and fear that she had put herself out there, only to get hurt, also had her ready to bolt back to the Apollo cabin. "Just tell me I'm not crazy for believing we could be something..." Her eyes implored him to answer honestly.
  12. It was almost as if on cue, Killian's voice rang out into the amphitheater as she finished her song. Somehow she knew that he would be the one to find her. Even if she had hoped that she would have a little more time before having to have this conversation. Her friend, Samantha, had talked her into giving Killian a chance. That didn't make it any less scary to let him know how she felt. Especially since she wasn't sure that his intentions were, at all, genuine. Willow was still very much afraid that Killian's attention and interest in her were conditional upon her not having interest in him and that once she gave in, he would disappear. And for some reason, the idea that she was right bothered her more than the possibility that she could be wrong about him. In fact, she almost hoped she was wrong. Blushing at his compliments, Willow turned to look at him. She still didn't believe that his flattery was anything more than that. Still, he was the only person who had ever taken the time to notice her in that way, and she couldn't pretend like the compliments had no impact on her. "I've missed you too, Killian." She said, honestly. "I'm not sure when but you became a pretty big part of my days here." Her heart pounded in her chest with the anxiety she began to feel. The last time she saw Killian, her lips had been against his and then in an instant she ran away. How was she supposed to explain her behavior? There were no words that could really justify it. She would have to have a real and open conversation with him about her feelings and her fears. She would have to be vulnerable and let him possibly break her heart by being exactly who she feared he was. But you'll never know if you don't try. And love is always going to be a risk. She thought to herself, thinking back on the conversation between her and Samantha. She didn't know how to broach the subject with him. There was no tactful way to start it, and Willow was fairly sure that if she didn't do it now, she would talk herself out of it again. Her music had always done the best at conveying her emotions and thoughts. Maybe it could do it this time too. The song was written about him, after all. "You heard my song, right?" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before looking at him. "Are you?"
  13. @ Killian O'Connor !!! If you keep doing that people will think you're serious! Ummmmm how about Luca for you Elena?
  14. January 2022 Willow sat had been avoiding anywhere that was public since her trip out to New York. She had even managed to convince some of her siblings to bring her food back to the cabin. But after a talk with her friend, Samantha, she realized that she couldn't keep hiding. It was insane to hide away from the possibility of love just because she might get hurt. After a few days of reflection and moping over the fact that she had kissed him abruptly, Willow finally decided to step out of her cabin. The one benefit to having made a fool of herself and shutting herself in the cabin was that she had plenty of time to write music. And nothing inspires a song like feeling like an idiot. Grabbing her guitar, Willow headed over to the Amphitheater. It had some of the best acoustics in the entire camp, and she wanted to hear how her newest song sounded when played somewhere that was meant for a performance. Despite it being the middle of winter, it was sunny. That was one of the benefits of Camp Half-Blood, it was pretty much always sunny unless the gods decided otherwise. She was happy to feel the breeze blowing through her hair once more. The walk was peaceful and she began to feel more and more like her old self with each step. I suppose I really am connected to the sun. She thought to herself. So as she arrived at the Amphitheater, Willow found herself a nice warm spot, in direct sunlight, to sit and play.
  15. Willow blushed. "Killian, we're friends. I know you wouldn't do anything to make me uncomfortable. I just... worry that people will think this is more than what it is, you know?" She chewed softly on her lower lip. "What if some pretty girl walks by and thinks you're taken? You'd miss your chance." It was far easier for Willow to believe that Killian would be happier chasing after some girl that fell easily for his charms, than it was to believe he might actually have genuine interest in her. Their tenuous friendship required her constantly reminding herself that he wasn't truly interested in her but in the chase. And once that chase was over, he would run away. So if she wanted to keep the friendship, she had to keep those firm boundaries. But it's so hard when he looks at me like that... Following him towards the sleigh allowed Willow a bit of time to breathe. He had to keep his eyes mostly ahead, which meant that she could take the time to take some deep breaths and calm herself. She felt flustered after the whole encounter, and wasn't sure what to make of her internal struggle. It said a lot that, thus far, he really had respected her boundaries. Aside from the flirtatious comments, and continuously calling her 'my lady', he really hadn't tried anything. He didn't even so much as hold her hand or seek her touch. She had to admit that, even if he was a womanizer, he was at least a respectful one. As they arrived at the sleigh, Willow stopped just behind him. "Just to the other side of the park, right?" She asked confirming their plan. Central park was massive, and even a ride to the other side of the park would be decent in length. She wasn't concerned with being in his presence, they had a long ride back to Camp to deal with as well, but the later it got, the later it would be when they got back to camp.
  16. Willow sighed. "I don't have to date him first though, right? I can just... be friends?" She scrunched up her face showing obvious discomfort at the idea of trusting him with her heart. "Just because I... I kissed him doesn't mean I have to... we can just spend more time together. Casually, right?" Willow knew that, in reality, there were no rules for these kinds of things. There wasn't a guidebook for dating because dating and relationships were as unique as the individuals involved in them. There was no one-size-fits all path towards happiness. However, in her current state of mind, she needed reassurance that it was okay to move a step or two backward even though she had been the one to make the leap forwards. Samantha's words turned oddly inspiring. Willow chewed nervously on her lip, but she couldn't argue with the fact that her friend was, in fact, right. There was no way to know until she took the risk, and she was more than capable of facing her fears when she needed to. With another loud sigh, Willow replied. "Alright, fine. But if he breaks my heart, you have to buy all the ice cream until it heals." She stuck her tongue out at Samantha before offering a friendly smile and a hug. "Thanks. You're a really good friend."
  17. Willow was chewing on her lower lip as she listened to Samantha. She had not expected the girl to be so reasonable about everything. Willow wasn't sure she was ready for the logic that her friend was providing. Of course, she shouldn't really have anticipated anything else. Above all else she may be, Samantha was still a daughter of Athena. Reason would always win out in the end. "I'm not very good at telling when people are lying to me." Willow admitted. Her naivete was something that had gotten her taken advantage of more than once in the past. It was, likely, no small part of why she hadn't yet allowed herself to fall in love with anyone. "Trusting someone who is known for loving and leaving people seems far riskier than trusting someone who hasn't." Willow kicked her toe against the ground softly. She wasn't incredibly brave like the other heroes. She wasn't bult for taking risks. Willow was an artist and maybe a healer. She could shoot a bow, but preferred to avoid a fight altogether if she could. Love might not have the same kind of casualties and pain that combat did, but in some ways that made it worse. There was no healing a broken heart. Not the way you healed a wound, anyway. She couldn't use first aid and nectar to cure it if she got hurt. "I believe people change. And... if I were in your shoes I'd probably be telling myself the same things." Willow nodded in agreement and understanding. "And if I truly believe that people are capable of change, I can't just say that I believe it, I have to give them the opportunity to prove that they have. And that means taking risks." Willow conceded. It wasn't enough to say that you believed people could change. If you truly believed that to be true, then it was necessary to back that up with action. It was all well and good to say that, but practicing what one preached was a necessary virtue. "So... I guess I can start with talking to him." Willow sighed. "Being mature and grown up about things is hard. I don't like it." A nervous chuckle escaped her lips. Sometime down the road, Willow would have to ask Samantha when her perspective on things had changed. But for the moment she was too wrapped up in her own anxiety.
  18. Killian's teasing completely removed the gift in his hands from her mind. Her curiosity abated and she became completely focused on the embarrassing situation his words were creating. "You're going to make people think we're dating or that you want to." Willow's cheeks were bright red with embarrassment. "People will get the wrong idea." She propped her guitar case up. Her embarrassment only deepened as Killian revealed that he was perfectly fine. Me checking on him didn't help with that impression either. Killian did not commit to women. He flirted, he enjoyed their company, had intimate moments, and then he left. That was his pattern. Willow was more than aware of that fact. The fact that he had been flirting with her consistently since Aislynn's party in the summer was perhaps the longest she had seen him show interest in anyone. But it's also the longest anyone's gone without giving in to his charm. She reminded herself. Willow had been lost in her thoughts; when she finally came out of them, she realized that Killian had suggested a sleigh ride. At first her instinct was to say no, because how many romantic comedies had she seen with the couple in a sleigh ride? But as she looked over at the park, she could see that there were friends and families in the sleighs too. "I... Sure." She said with a soft smile. "I suppose there's no harm in a sleigh ride before we head back to camp. Lead the way." She said and lifted her guitar to gesture that he should walk ahead.
  19. Samantha was a reasonable person. That way why Willow had sought her out. She wouldn't judge Willow for wanting to save her heart for the right person, if anything Samantha would push for it. That was the girl Willow had been anticipating. Maybe because they were friends, Samantha was trying to be less pushy. On a typical day, Willow would have been really proud of the maturity it took to put aside her personal feelings to support her friend how she needed it. Right now, though, Willow had really been anticipating the girl who was all about purity to tell her how foolish she had been and come up with a plan to fix things. The change wasn't exactly something she was going to complain about, but it was strange and was throwing her off. This wasn't the conversation she had anticipated. "I don't know..." Willow admitted. She really wasn't sure what she wanted. "I mean... in a perfect world, I suppose... I want someone to love me. Not just lust for me, or think I'm a challenge. So, if it was going to be him I'd want his interest to be genuine." And in all honesty, she didn't believe that were possible. Killian had a reputation for being a terrible womanizer and flirt. Willow was fairly certain that his interest would dissipate if she ever gave in. "I'd want for him to stick around after I gave him what he wanted. If I did." She hadn't exactly admitted to having feelings for Killian. But it was the closest she had ever come to admitting there was a possibility she could. If it weren't for his reputation, Willow probably would have been easy prey for Killian. She wanted to fall in love with someone. Killian was incredibly charming. Willow hadn't just kissed him for no reason. He had drawn her in with his efforts and charm. And if it weren't him, she would probably be overjoyed at the fact that they had kissed. She would have probably given in and dated them. But Willow was terrified of putting herself out there and letting him hurt her when she knew the reputation he had. "But that won't happen. He's Killian. He will get what he wants and move on. He always does. So what's the point in pretending this is anything more than what it is to him?"
  20. Willow was chewing on her lip by the time Samantha stopped speaking. "Samantha... I can't date him." She said, a little surprised her friend was even sort of okay with the idea. Oh no! He's gotten to her too. For Willow that was the only reasonable explanation that Samantha--the camp puritan--would even remotely support the idea that Killian had changed. It was much easier for her to believe than the possibility that he actually might have changed. "It's a nice thought Samantha, but come on... The camp's biggest playboy falls for the camp wallflower and changes his ways? Please. This isn't a high school drama." She said with a wry chuckle. "I haven't been able to leave my cabin because I'm afraid I'll run into him." Willow dried her eyes. "I just feel so stupid. You know? I was doing such a good job of not giving him any reason to think I would be one of those girls. I had such good boundaries in place. And I threw it all away! Why? Because I tripped and his face was a couple inches away?" She had been getting out of the sleigh at the end of their ride, Killian had been the perfect gentleman and so sweet, but when she tripped her face was inches from him. Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed, and her hormones took over. Willow pressed her lips to his and that was that. "Also, I panicked after that. I... I don't know if I could even look at him again." Willow continued to chew on her lower lip. "Samantha... help."
  21. @Child of Apollo, Thanks for being the most supportive siblings ever! I'm so lucky to have you all in my life. Let the music guide you! Love always,
  22. @ Samantha Adams , Thanks for being my shoulder. You're such a wonderful friend! This year we should do something exciting! You pick the adventure, and I'll bring the entertainment. I hope this year brings you all the joy in the world. You deserve it! Love,
  23. @ Killian O'Connor , You're so sweet and charming. I know someday you'll make someone really happy if you decide to settle on one girl. Thanks for being my friend this year. Let's forget about that thing in Central Park, okay? I'm sorry, it was dumb of me. Always,
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