#willya

here’s a lil life is strange au for y’all cuz i’ve been working on it again (after almost a year of not touching it lol) hope you enjoy!! <333

(slight tw possibly for the mention of dying at the very end)

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The next moments felt like slow motion, time moving through a pool of thick honey. Just as they reached the edge before the tracks, they bent their knees and took off in a leap, the train just mere meters away and accelerating at maximum speed. Even in the near-frozen time, the steady pace of the machine never faltered, inching closer and closer while Willow soared through the air, their eyesight dead-locked on the doorway ahead of them so they couldn’t focus on how close the train was. 

The ground on the other side felt like it was nearer and nearer, the taste of safety just within reach, but with every inch towards the ground Willow was, the train moved three. Its headlight beams got brighter and warmer against Willow’s skin, the only way they knew that the machine was as close as it was. They tried to use their powers to give them more time but the train only kept on its path, their powers rendered useless in this tunnel of imminent doom.

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“This isn’t realistic, no one actually gets speechless when they see someone for the worst time.” Daya just nodded along as Willow continued their rant. She was content to watch them go on about the surrealism of romcoms and the idiosyncrasies of romance as a concept and how little sense it made.

“Like, you hear it in songs all the time but that kind of all consuming feeling is so dramatic compared to reality.” Willow shook her head, turning to Daya for a response.

“Is it? I feel like that when I look at you and Bosco sometimes. It’s so intense sometimes I can’t help but just kiss you both all over.”

“That’s why you do that? I thought you just liked acting like a dog.”

Daya giggled, it brought something up in willow, a gentle warmth but not as overwhelming as their girlfriend described.

“Don’t you feel that? When your chest warms and pure bliss overcomes you when you’re with the people you love.”

“Surely that’s not how love is.”

“We’ll it is for me. Maybe it’s different for everyone.”

“I’d ask Bosco but she wouldn’t admit to having feelings.”

“She would if we pester her enough. Boscyyyyy”

“What?” Bosco poked her head out of their spare room, looking vaguely annoyed to be interrupted in whatever they were doing.