Willow Rosenberg (kindagay) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-07-30 00:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, scorpius malfoy, willow rosenberg |
WHO: Willow Rosenberg and OPEN
WHAT: Meditation, to start with. Who knows from there.
WHEN: Late afternoon
WHERE: The courtyard in between the Housing Buildings
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
Magic is everywhere. It is in the grass upon which you sit, in the very air that you breathe. Magic is everywhere and it is up to you to remain in constant balance with all of it. The words had served as a guiding light, once. After Tara's death, after losing herself to the pain and darkness, after nearly destroying the world, those words had given her hope. Direction. A chance to learn how to control the magic that coursed through her veins.
Right now, unfortunately, all they were doing was causing her to huff in frustration.
A pair of bright green eyes re-opened for what seemed like the tenth time in the past minute. There was a light breeze that swept her red hair about ever so slightly, and Willow smiled up at the scattering of trees that made up a section of the courtyard where she was sitting. They looked as out of place as she felt in this city - surrounded by buildings and other people who either knew her to be fictional or didn't know her at all. Her friends were here, a few of them at least, but at the moment they might as well be clear on the other side of the world for all the good it was doing her.
Truthfully, Willow couldn't say why she felt so restless and out of sorts. She wanted to blame it on the recent transformation from herself into her evil, undead vampire self, but she knew that wasn't it. She'd been feeling restless before that change had taken place and she had no idea whatsoever how to make the feeling stop.
So she decided to meditate. Clearly a good intention but not so easy when put to practice. Even sitting on the grass rather than the available picnic tables - so as to be closer to the earth itself - wasn't helping to calm her. Nor were the birds chirping overhead, or the slowly-setting sun that was just barely peeking out above the buildings around her. With another heavy sigh, Willow re-closed her eyes and tried to focus on those same thoughts again.
It might have worked this time, although she doubted it, but the sound of someone else entering the courtyard made her once again reopen her eyes. This time in curiosity, though, rather than annoyance at her inability to focus for more than a few seconds at a time.