(Excuse Willow's rudeness she's a child. Lovely writing btw! You truly know how to paint with your words)
Willow watched Swift in interest, letting out a little sound of awe at the pretty feather. It definitely caught her interest.
“So pretty…” She mumbled as she began to sway only to stop and begin listening to what he was saying… only to get very confused and lost. He was speaking in such an elegant manner, but alas all of his beautiful descriptions were lost on her child mind.
As he kept on going, she only grew further confused by his wording.
“Why would a baby’s head be a grape?” And in confusion came misunderstanding as his words blended together and she attempted to keep up with what he was saying only for it to become mixed and disjointed.
“Glut? Don’t you mean gut? I like to gut things.” She spoke, her voice laced with heavy confusion as did her expression behind the mask.
“I saw a dead body explode! His stomach was bloated like your and he went pop!” Now he was speaking things that she could… Well at least somewhat understand. Only choosing to hang and focus on specific words as she occasionally spoke up to voice some of her own stories and such.
“Cage? I was caged once… I didn’t like it… Poor Koo-Roo” Willow spoke sadly at the thought of someone else being trapped like a caged bird. Unable to escape, confined and tortured. Beaten and broken.
“Why didn’t you help her?” She questioned becoming a little bit annoyed, angered that someone could stand by and watch something so disgusting go down. From a child’s mind, she couldn’t exactly understand the reasoning of an adult. Maybe he had one, maybe he didn’t.
“So, she died…” Willow became depressed once more instead of agitated. The story reminded her too much of her own and it broke her heart.
“You stupid head! Why would you go about telling such sad stories! I want a happy one! Give me a happy one!” She demanded brattishly as she stomped her foot.
Overall Willow… Well didn’t quite like his story.
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Willow was at a park. It was a rather secluded one, and yet the secludesness only added to its beauty. The birds chirped filling the what would be silence with song, the sun warmed her skin and the refreshing breeze cooled her down.
It was in this park that she was alone. There were no other children or people, no one to bother her. Not even Orion was about. He said he had to do something… What that something was she didn’t know for she didn’t stay long enough to hear it.
It was peaceful. A peace that she often didn’t experience. This should’ve been her life, her mother taking her to the park to play… Her bickering with her family over trivial stuff only to make up, to just… Live life, and yet here she was… Alone…
That was until she spotted someone arrives, going to sit on a bench.
Scrambling off the swing she bolted over to them and hopped on the open spot beside them, not even caring if they were comfortable or not with her being so close to them.
“Hi stranger! I’m Willow!” Despite her childish voice and stature, death just radiated from her. The mask that covered her face didn’t help in the matter.
“Since I’ll be leaving this world soon what I say won’t really matter.” It was the sad truth, for what she said didn’t truly leave an impact… Or at least a whole lot of one.
“This is me!” Pulling a photo out from her dress pocket she held it up for the person to see.
“My mommy took this of me when we went to the park for my birthday! It was a lot of fun. We got ice cream and she even bought me this plushie I was wanting for some time! It was the best birthday ever! I…” Her excited rambling faltered.
“I died not long after this photo was taken… I was taken. I was really scared. I kept looking at this photo and just… Praying that I would get to do it all again. I tried to stay alive! I really did… But, they… In the end, I just couldn’t.” She pulled herself onto the bench completely so that she hugged her knees to her chest.