♔ the banshee ♔

On the edges of the woods that blanketed Zion Isle, the woman stood. Hands risen at her sides, eyes closed as she focused on the land around her, she beckoned unseen forces with a low, powerful tone. Winds blew through the area rustling the tree tops above her and around her, thick vines coiled in an almost perfect circle as if waiting to see if she intended to bring harm upon nature.

“Phasmatos tribum, virtutem tuam invocamus. Aperiantur portae; reserantur fores. redeant perditi unde venerint.” Bonnie’s voice chanted as she reached out with her magic and connected with the world around her - beckoning for the aid of the Spirits. She wasn’t certain if the spirits could even be reached from Avalon - it had been rather hit or miss since she had arrived, but she had to try.

“Phasmatos tribum, virtutem tuam invocamus. Aperiantur portae; reserantur fores. redeant perditi unde venerint.” The witch repeated as the winds continued to pick up around her and the rolling clouds above seemed to darken only to drift on by uneventfully.

Cracking an eye open, she glanced around and dropped her hands with a sigh. With them, the winds ceased and the vines uncoiled from their resting place encircling her feet and slithered back into the foliage of the forest. “Well… that was a bust.” She uttered with a sigh. She hadn’t expected the spell to actually work - opening a doorway from whatever dimension this was back to their home world wasn’t going to be as simple as building a spell from scratch. It didn’t hurt to try, though - just left her a little winded for her troubles. ( @theislesreblogs​ )

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“What exactly were you trying to do? Other than conjure up one massive wind storm to give everyone in the Isles a bad hair day.” Willow mused softly, her tone was light and teasing. She didn’t mean it in a bad way, more so innocently. 

“I don’t think we’re going to find our way out of here through magic alone.” She said as she eyed the area around them. “I think it’ll take more than that, I just don’t know what.” 

Madi offered a slight nod, momentarily glancing behind her to ensure that her ‘meal’ was making their swift exit, before returning her attentions towards the strawberry blonde. “Right. I’m just coming back from the bar. I guess I kinda work there now.”

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“Right...” Willow said softly as her gaze fell towards the trees, a branch breaking as if someone were running. “You have blood on your mouth.” She pointed out as she turned towards her. “Right there.” She said, pointing to the corner of her own.

Willow tugged the shirt she’d stolen from Wyatt over her head, leaving her in just a sports bra and cotton shorts. As Wyatt’s palm rested against the small of her back her skin burned from the gentle touch. 

Wyatt leaned into the kiss without hesitation, his lips moving attentively against Willow’s, tugging upon her lower lip, but only slightly, before releasing. A soft moan eased from his throat as his hand slowly worked its way up her frame, caressing her cheek with his thumb. He didn’t want to rush their movements, he wanted to remain entirely present within the moment, simply appreciating the proximity of their frames as his hips slowly rolled against Willow’s. 

The arrival of a familiar scent emerging from the woodland caused for Madi to give a sigh of relief, as she immediately recognised the voice too, “Willow?” She questioned confidently, turning herself from the individual who had just offered their blood as a meal. “What are you doing out here?”

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“I was just going for a walk while my daughter slept..” She whispered, she’d left Bae in her crib, Wyatt sleeping soundly nearby in case she should wake. “What are you doing out here?” She asked as she looked around. 

haven was confused. she wasn’t sure where she was anymore. the last thing she remembered was heading towards her car in the very populated new orleans after a day of work. and now, everything seemed to be different. where in the world was she and how did she get there? ( @theislesreblogs )

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“Do you need help?” Willow asked as she approached the stranger, Bea snug against her chest in her wrap. 

Since the discovery of the burned vampires, Madi had undergone a few adjustments necessary for survival. Meals had become scarce, but as much as she knew she should stick to animals, there was something unpleasant about their blood. It didn’t quite offer the sustenance that she needed. She had been cautious about who to feed from and now with a somewhat willing subject within her grasp, she retracted her fangs, her senses alerting her to another presence as she hissed, “someone’s coming.”

She soon returned her gaze towards her meal, ridding her lips of the blood as her onyx hues stared intently into the other’s and uttered the words she had rehearsed, “go. You’re going to leave and you’re going to forget this, forget me.”

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Willow had been walking by when she thought she’d heard something, peeking through the trees she tried to search for the source of the noise. “Hello?”

Wyatt’s stomach tensed with anticipation, a breath hitching within the back of his throat as Willow uttered the three little words he had been longing to hear. “I want you too” he retorted breathlessly against her lips, as each word caused for their lips to brush against one another. He glanced down for a moment to see her digits placed against his chest as his hands began to caress her frame, moving from her torso towards her hips as he leaned in for another slow kiss.

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As Wyatt’s lips brushed against her with each spoken word it caused Willow to shudder as she closed her eyes again. Hands caressing her frame make her sigh against his mouth as they finally began to kiss again. Fingernails scraped against the back of his scalp, though she desperately wished there was hair to grasp. 

Wyatt’s eyes widened in light of Willow’s comment and a soft breath of amusement eased from his lips, “yeah?” he whispered, the sound slightly breathless, feeling a pang of excitement stirring within him. His movements remained gentle as he continued to place attentive kisses against her throat, before slowly lifting his head as his eyes gazed into her own, “is that what you want?” His inquisition was genuine, despite the time the pair had been spending together and the evident intimacy budding between them, the idea of Willow wanting him in that way bewildered him. 

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As Wyatt kissed her neck Willow sighed contentedly before wrapping arms around him again. Looking into his eyes she smiled at the question before nodding, “Yes..” She whispered, moving to kiss him again. “I want you.” She reaffirmed, her hands trailing down his chest.

Wyatt’s lips continued to tingle for a few moments after their embrace had halted, his soft smile remaining as his hues attentively caressed each feature. He gave a nod of response, rubbing the material of the shirt between his index finger and thumb, before releasing. 

He soon relaxed with a soft expulsion of breath as Willow’s arms enclosed around his neck and he couldn’t help but note the playfulness of her expression, as his hips gentle pushed against her own. 

He slowly leaned forwards, brushing the tip of his nose against hers, before leaning down to place a soft kiss against her throat, as he murmured, “definitely…”

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As their noses brushed together Willow smiled radiantly before her eyes fluttered shut at the soft kiss to her throat. “Mmm, I could always try you on for size.” She whispered softly, looking up at him through her lashes carefully.

Wyatt’s eyes remained closed as Willow’s digits attentively caressed his features and soft hums eased from his lips, as he appreciated the tender touches. Her presence continued to provide a great comfort to him. He was a naturally anxious individual, he overthought everything and would often become enslaved to those thoughts, but Willow had the ability to quieten the noise. She was able to ground him. 

He continued to remain reliant upon her touches, his body leaning against her own as his eye’s slowly reopened and he took in each feature before their lips reconnected once again. The music in which he had created, gradually became calmer and quieter as he did and his hands slowly made their way down her petite frame, before resting upon her hips. 

His lips were slow as the moved against her own, each kiss was soothing as it gradually became more so intense, before he slowly pulled backwards with a soft smile. He paused for a moment, again simply admiring each of her features, before his digits plucked against the material of the shirt of his that she was wearing, as he whispered, “you know, it suits you way better than it does me.”

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When they kissed Willow felt the same spark each time, building slowly until it exploded with an intensity that left her breathless. As Wyatt pulled away Willow opened her eyes, she watched as his eyes roamed over her face, nothing but adoration in his honey amber colored eyes. 

As he plucked at the shirt she was wearing she glanced down with a playful smile on her face, “It looks good on me, yes?” She said softly, her arms wrapping around Wyatt’s neck as she tilted her head. 

“Would you like to see what else looks good on me?” 

With each soft breath, Wyatt’s chest rose and fell within synchronisation with Willow’s and he lowered his head slightly, as she buried her features into his neck. A soft smile eased against his features as her breath tickled his flesh, causing for a soft expulsion of air to flee his lungs as he tightened his arms around her and allowed for his eyes to shut within contentment. As much as he knew the pair needed to sleep, he almost felt as if Willow was breathing a new lease of life into him as they remained encased within one another’s arms. To put it simply, he didn’t want for the moment to end just yet.

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As they held each other Willow could feel herself relaxing even further against Wyatt, they’d never talked about what was blossoming between them, but words felt futile, they didn’t need them. Her hand found purchase on his head, she missed his long hair, missed being able to thread her fingers through it. But she didn’t mind the short stubbled feeling against her hand, it was almost nice in a way. She still couldn’t wait for it to grow back though.

Pulling away she lifted her other hand to trail fingers down his temple and along the curve of his cheekbone before her touch settled on his lips, as if she were mapping each part of his face for future reference. Willow knew she’d like to draw him some day if she could get him to sit down long enough for a portrait.

She trailed her fingers down to his chin finally before sliding along his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

The warmth of Willow’s digits against the back of his neck prompted a subconscious hum of gratitude from his lips. His smiled remained attentive against his features and his chest rose and fell against her own with each gentle breath. He allowed for his eyes to flutter shut as Willow rested her head against his shoulder and their hips moved within synchronisation. He then rose his palm towards the back of her locks, attentive to caress her curls, before coaxing her features back towards his own once again, placing an attentive kiss against her cheek. 

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As fingers caressed her hair Willow hummed gratefully, soft and relaxed as she allowed him to coax her head back so he could kiss her cheek. She beamed as he did so, staring up at him happily. They hadn’t said a word but it was like they didn’t need to, she could just look at him and see everything he would want to say. Turning she buried her face into his neck.

Wyatt’s hips rolled into Willow’s own, his expression remaining soft as his lips caressed hers and their embrace showed no signs of easing up. He leaned further into the kiss, soft hums easing from his lips as his thumb caressed Willow’s cheek. His bicep flexed instinctively as she placed her digits against the flesh as he chuckled softly beneath the kiss. They remained wrapped within one another’s embrace for a few moments more, before eventually Wyatt relaxed his touch from Willow’s features and his digits took her own, twirling her once again in rhythm to the music.

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As Willow twirled in time with the music she felt at ease, Wyatt’s fingers laced in hers as they danced. She could feel herself falling more for Wyatt each day they spent together, finally she pulled herself back in towards Wyatt, wrapping an arm around his neck, fingers curled loosely at his back while her other hand pressed firmly against his shoulder. She rested her head against his as they swayed with the rhythm, each time Willow breathed in it was like the music was beating in time to each breath. 

There was something about being with Willow that lifted a great weight from Wyatt’s shoulders. She understood him, even in the times that he didn’t understand himself. Especially, in the times that he didn’t understand himself. Being with her was as easy as breathing, each movement was purely instinctual and he felt nothing but bliss within her presence. As Wyatt eased her closer, his palms rested against her neck, attentive to coax her forwards as his lips attentively collided with her own. It didn’t matter that neither of them had uttered a single word, they honestly hadn’t needed to.

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When Wyatt kissed her Willow felt her heart surging forward, beating rapidly in her chest. Each careful movement Wyatt took with her felt intimate in a way she wasn’t sure she could ever even describe. It was like when he touched her, when he looked at her, he was seeing everything and for once she didn’t mind it. As she grasped at his biceps she returned the kiss, soft and attentive as they just swayed to the music. 

When Bayley was trying and trying to push Willow in she just simply grabbed her best friend by both of her cheeks and held her there, forcing their gazes to meet as she leaned forward and pressed a sweet but chaste kiss against her forehead before she pulled away again. “You are one of the most important people in my life, you were there for me when my great-grandmother died, I don’t know what I would do without you. So let me in, Bayley. Because I’m not going anywhere, till the end of the line, you and I.” She whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind Bayley’s ear. “I will die before I give up on this, on us. So don’t ask me to.” 

Wyatt’s digits rested against Willow’s hips, his smile unwavering as he watched on through adoration laced hues. He could feel the happiness stirring within his chest, spreading throughout his frame as the music that he was quite literally creating, only reflected that. A soft chuckle eased from his lungs, urging their frames closer, before twirling Willow once again. 

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As Wyatt smiled at her Willow felt as if the sun was shining directly on her despite it being three in the morning. She felt at peace, especially as Wyatt urged her even closer, twirling her around and around. As Willow spun she laughed, feeling free as she closed her eyes and just let the music overtake her. It felt like bliss, pure and alive. Her heart was full, she had her daughter, she had Alej, Bayley was back and even though she was going through her own things, Willow had promised to be there each step of the way. She knew she would go to hell and back for her best friend and promised she wouldn’t lose her again. Now there was Wyatt, looking happier than she had seen him in a long time and it was reason enough for her to smile.