Willow West

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YouTube decided to delete the video, but Thank Goodness I was smart enough to download it before that happened, so that I can re-upload it over here, because it’s still one of the beste NGD-performances I have ever seen. (I did not record this video though and I can’t find the user who did, for which I’m sorry. I will give you the right source-claims if you turn up after all.)

Roommates

“… It does have to do with family, but… it’s not because they’re hurt.” Willow explained briefly. She stared out the window, her green eyes scanning the horizon intently.

While she remained unconvinced, Gillain dropped the subject as they pulled up to the airport, “Call me if you need anything?” 

Willow had just gotten out of the court room when she heard her phone ring. She checked it and saw that it was Gillian; after a moment of hesitation, she answered, “… Hey.”

“Hey.” Her voice was softer than normal, “Everything OK on your end of things?

“I guess you heard about the trial then? Yeah, it’s okay. Just busy. I’m… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t know how to.” Willow said, clutching the phone tightly.

“Hun, if you didn’t want to tell me that’s up to you. It’s a personal topic after all. ”

“Yeah... How are you and Fio doing? Is he taking this alright?” Willow asked, concerned as always for her friends.

Roommates

“… It does have to do with family, but… it’s not because they’re hurt.” Willow explained briefly. She stared out the window, her green eyes scanning the horizon intently.

While she remained unconvinced, Gillain dropped the subject as they pulled up to the airport, “Call me if you need anything?” 

Willow had just gotten out of the court room when she heard her phone ring. She checked it and saw that it was Gillian; after a moment of hesitation, she answered, “… Hey.”

“Hey.” Her voice was softer than normal, “Everything OK on your end of things?

“I guess you heard about the trial then? Yeah, it’s okay. Just busy. I’m... I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t know how to.” Willow said, clutching the phone tightly.

Roommates

“… It does have to do with family, but… it’s not because they’re hurt.” Willow explained briefly. She stared out the window, her green eyes scanning the horizon intently.

While she remained unconvinced, Gillain dropped the subject as they pulled up to the airport, “Call me if you need anything?” 

Willow had just gotten out of the court room when she heard her phone ring. She checked it and saw that it was Gillian; after a moment of hesitation, she answered, “... Hey.”

Saving G.U.N

“I don’t exactly have a better idea, but we could charm something of hers to lead us to where she is?” He suggested pocketing his phone.

“Well, that could work. But it has to be something close to her. Do you have anything?” Willow asked.

“……I might, but we’d have to pop by her room?” And that would mean dealing with her roommate, “How fast do you think we could get Wyatt here?”

“Pretty fast. Though getting him up may be more of an issue.” Willow said as she stepped aside to let Fio see Wyatt, asleep on her couch.

Saving G.U.N

“I don’t exactly have a better idea, but we could charm something of hers to lead us to where she is?” He suggested pocketing his phone.

“Well, that could work. But it has to be something close to her. Do you have anything?” Willow asked.

Eventually the door opened to reveal a tired-looking Willow clad in a Santa Claus robe- courtesy of her brother- who grumbled, “Fio, excuse my language, but what the hell are you doing here this late?”

“Nevermind that- And do you really think that’s swearing? -look at the text Gillain’s sent.” He stated plainly. 

“Yes because I have manners. And anyway, my phone is off. Because it’s 10 pm at night.” Willow grumbled.

“I think she’s in trouble,” Fio swooped a hand up through his hair revealing the scars running around his right eye, “Willow, look.” He shoved his phone at her. 

“… Huh. I thought Gillian hated her mom?” Willow mumbled after she read the text. She looked at Fio, a little worried now, and asked, “Fio, are you alright? What do you think is wrong anyway?”

He looked at her calm for the first time in ages, “Since when have you heard Gillain call her Mother anything but ‘Glinda’ Willow.” 

“… Oooh. Gods sometimes I’m so dense. Okay so something is definitely up. But that doesn’t mean Gillian’s in danger, right?” Willow asked, ever the optimist.

“It’s Gillain.” His eyebrow rose, hand falling and hair following, “As much as I love her, anything could mean she’s in trouble… Plus she’s not answering her phone.” Which was an explanation in itself, since she always picked up.

“Yeah, you’re right. So what should we do then? Go after her?” Willow asked. She grew more and more worried as she thought about everything that could have happened to Gillian.

Eventually the door opened to reveal a tired-looking Willow clad in a Santa Claus robe- courtesy of her brother- who grumbled, “Fio, excuse my language, but what the hell are you doing here this late?”

“Nevermind that- And do you really think that’s swearing? -look at the text Gillain’s sent.” He stated plainly. 

“Yes because I have manners. And anyway, my phone is off. Because it’s 10 pm at night.” Willow grumbled.

“I think she’s in trouble,” Fio swooped a hand up through his hair revealing the scars running around his right eye, “Willow, look.” He shoved his phone at her. 

“… Huh. I thought Gillian hated her mom?” Willow mumbled after she read the text. She looked at Fio, a little worried now, and asked, “Fio, are you alright? What do you think is wrong anyway?”

He looked at her calm for the first time in ages, “Since when have you heard Gillain call her Mother anything but ‘Glinda’ Willow.” 

“... Oooh. Gods sometimes I’m so dense. Okay so something is definitely up. But that doesn’t mean Gillian’s in danger, right?” Willow asked, ever the optimist.

Eventually the door opened to reveal a tired-looking Willow clad in a Santa Claus robe- courtesy of her brother- who grumbled, “Fio, excuse my language, but what the hell are you doing here this late?”

“Nevermind that- And do you really think that’s swearing? -look at the text Gillain’s sent.” He stated plainly. 

“Yes because I have manners. And anyway, my phone is off. Because it’s 10 pm at night.” Willow grumbled.

“I think she’s in trouble,” Fio swooped a hand up through his hair revealing the scars running around his right eye, “Willow, look.” He shoved his phone at her. 

“... Huh. I thought Gillian hated her mom?” Willow mumbled after she read the text. She looked at Fio, a little worried now, and asked, “Fio, are you alright? What do you think is wrong anyway?”

Eventually the door opened to reveal a tired-looking Willow clad in a Santa Claus robe- courtesy of her brother- who grumbled, “Fio, excuse my language, but what the hell are you doing here this late?”

“Nevermind that- And do you really think that’s swearing? -look at the text Gillain’s sent.” He stated plainly. 

“Yes because I have manners. And anyway, my phone is off. Because it’s 10 pm at night.” Willow grumbled.

Eventually the door opened to reveal a tired-looking Willow clad in a Santa Claus robe- courtesy of her brother- who grumbled, “Fio, excuse my language, but what the hell are you doing here this late?”

Roommates

“… It does have to do with family, but… it’s not because they’re hurt.” Willow explained briefly. She stared out the window, her green eyes scanning the horizon intently.

While she remained unconvinced, Gillain dropped the subject as they pulled up to the airport, “Call me if you need anything?”