Willow Rosenberg (crayonbreaky) wrote in phantasos_dr, @ 2010-01-08 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | series: axis powers hetalia, series: bleach, series: buffy the vampire slayer, series: cardcaptor sakura |
[Event][Open]
[It's winter here, and the snow abounds around Willow. It's calm weather though, a beautiful winter's day. This town isn't one she recognizes. It's not the prison, but she knows she's not back on Earth. It feels different here. The ground beneath her, all the distant traces of people she can feel here. All so different from either of those.
Even though the world is different, she can feel it all already, surging through her. After being locked up in the prison for a few weeks, weak as a kitten, she's back in business. It feels good, coursing through her. After all that time, she feels stronger than back home even. Part of her is fine just with leaving it at that, but another part wants to explore it. It feels like she's got an infinite reservoir of energy inside her. So much power in this place.
Willow lifts herself up into the air, hovering simply above the ground. It's all to easy to tap into here. She waves a hand at a tree, leafless in the winter snow, and it seems to advance through the seasons on its own. Buds appear, fresh leaves, growing verdant and strong and casting off the snow. Before long, the flowers bloom, delicate pink blossoms, a bright spot in the grey and white snowy town park. Before long, one of the flowers has even completed its cycle and turned into a fresh, purple plum.
Realizing what she's doing, she tries to stop herself. But she can't. She's losing control...]
[This isn't what I want! This isn't what I'm supposed to be doing!]
But it feels good, doesn't it? All this raw power...
[I can't do this! I can't lose myself into this. I hurt everyone once...I can't let down them...Buffy...Kennedy...Xander...Giles.
They're not here. Too bad, so sad.
[This isn't what Tara would want!]
[The other her, the her in control reacts to this in silence at first, and then in anger:] What do you care about Tara? You gave up on her vengeance.
[No, I didn'-]
You let those other two worms live. You let them run away, and even took in one when he came back. And then you gave up fixing everything wrong with the world for our little friend Xander. Xander who could hurt himself on safety scissors. Xander who couldn't even tie his shoes right until the second grade. Weak pathetic Xander.
[That was wrong! They had no part in that! And Xander's my friend! He saved me...he saved you!]
That's enough for now.
[Will can't even think coherently anymore, her body ignoring all her screams of protest. It's taken over her, and her body smirks at that. With that, her hair and eyes have both become pitch black, and some likewise dark veins show up a bit on her face. Maybe these all might clue you in: she's not herself. She's there, but at the same time, not.]
Bored now.
[She waves her arm at the plum tree. A harsh winter wind tears through the tree, shredding its leaves and flowers from its limbs. The tree goes through a harsh autumn without any of the beauty of the season and then falls dead, for real this time. The plum falls to the cold snow and promptly begins to rot, far quicker than natural.
Now to find something else of interest.]
(OOC: Willow from Marina Asylum, but having a nightmare about losing control. She's dark, she's sadistic, and she's powerful. But the 'normal' her is still there inside. Who knows, maybe you can free her from it?
Hoping to get a little practice with the darker side so that I don't fail so much. You know, just in case.)