Rebecca Turner

tfwwilliam​:

This was where he lived – this disintegrated castle stranded in the middle of forested wilderness had become his home.  In truth, it was the grandest estate he’d ever inhabited, both in the sense that it was a fortified castle seated upon acres roving as far as the eye could see, and in the sense that it was a crumbling ruin.  How had he ever thought he might make things work with Rebecca Turner?

Now, that once-cherished hope felt nothing short of a fancy as she stood, stiff and dreading, gazing up through the holes in the ceiling of one of the more intact rooms, through which water was churning like a waterfall.  Will, nearby, angled his head upward to gaze at the angry heavens, all dark bellied and thunderous wrath.  No, he certainly did not want her to venture, dragonback, into the skies, just now.  This was not a moment for pushing her away.

“Becca,” he said softly even through the thick gravel native to his voice.  “Come sit where there’s a fire.  It’s warm; there’s food and drink and books…and an open porch to watch the storm,” he added with a smirk.  This, after all, was the most positive light be could shine on the missing wall.  He paused.  “Even if you and your drake, both, were entirely game – I’d don’t think you’d get far.  Your family won’t be expecting you with the skies as they are, and there’s no one who requires your help, just now.  May as well rest, hm?”

Seeing Will situated here, while the dangerous storm swirled about them, recalled memories of sleepless stormy nights when she’d stay awake until the rain had stopped and then climb on the back of her dragon and fly to the encampment, just to make sure that Will was alright. The storms were dangerous could be enough, but it was worse to know that he was taking shelter in a half dilapidated structure. He would laugh at her when she told him why she had come (it would take more than a storm to kill me, he’d said), but it was clear to them both that he was happy that she had come. He would take her in his arms then, and she would barely notice the cold.

Despite everything, she worried about him, still, but no unnecessary trips were ever made here, anymore.

Sometimes it was hard to believe that he was the same man that she had loved: he kept that softer side of him closer to the vest now. He had a smile that would reach his eyes and light them up and he had a laugh that was one of the best sounds in the world: both of those things seemed to be locked away (at least when she was around - when once it seemed that there was a time when they could hardly keep from smiling when they were around each other).

Lightning split the sky, a flash to shatter the skies above, and Will was reminded strangely of the myths his mother had once told: Apollon in his wroth.  Yet, there was not war in that blaze, now, only some strange want and he nearly laughed to think how easily mortals assigned their own troubles to the gods above.  It was not Apollon’s want that he felt, of course.

Eyes flicking away from Rebecca, he exhaled slowly, unleashing the held in breath and hoping that the cold did not smoke on his lips, unveiling the held-in tension.

“Here,” he said, more softly than he’d meant, and he wrapped a coverlet of furs around her shoulders.  He smiled, taking a seat by hers.  She already knew better than most that this strange ruin held many comforts of home – she’d ensured it, herself.

Chuckling, he arched a brow towards her.  “Not even our ill-begotten King may boast such views as these.”

At her question, he grimaced, a spike of concern rushing through him.  “Truth be told, last I saw him, he was off to the Dragonhold to stand in for his double.  Hopefully, the storm has grounded Horation and prevented any…meetings.”  Horatio did ever prove a resourceful ally, at least, in ensuring that Roland’s antics were not discovered – more effective, he somtimes suspected, than Roland, himself, for Allerdale might have been a bastard, but he was careful and precise where Roland was, by Will’s count, reckless (a trait which had always brought no end of concern for his friend).

When faced with this point, he would only laugh and respond with: You forget, I’d be taking Allerdale down with me! 

(He often ignored Rebecca’s retort that Allerdale would only end up being replaced with someone who was impossible to impersonate and they would have lost a valuable member (and friend!) in the process). 

“But I suppose there’s not much that can be done about that. He’s equally as stubborn as Eleanor and Isabella. I think, perhaps, he may have been a bad influence,” She smiled, softly -- the irritation in her voice stemmed from affection (but also frustration that those she loved could not be kept from harm, every moment of every day). She did not feel the need to confess that she, too, could be just as stubborn as any of them. 

tfweleanor​:

Winter’s Tale || Rebecca + Eleanor

Eleanor made an attempt to tug lose the braids on her head but they were quite secure. 

“I know it is a tradition but why,” Eleanor groaned to her eldest sister. It was a conversation that they’d had multiple times in the weeks leading up to Yuletide. 

“The last thing I want to do is be escorted around by some man I don’t know. I don’t even want to be escorted about by any man I do know,” she continued, continuing to poke at the braids. Her sister had done an impressive job.

Eleanor was much happier when she could wear her hair down. It was always a bit wild and untamed and often got in her way, but that didn’t matter. It made her feel restrained and something about this braided hairstyle was amplifying that feeling. 

“If I am paired with Robert Persimmons, I will throw myself off the roof,” Eleanor announced before pulling a King cake (which she had stolen from the kitchen earlier) from her pocket and taking a bite from it. “Or Horatio. Or Mallerton,” she continued, growing more and more irritated with both her hairstyle and the impending festivities.

Another bite of the king cake.

“Or I might simply throw myself off the roof because of these braids! Why must we give into Maria’s ridiculous demands about hairstyles?” she finally exclaimed.   

“If you are paired with any of those gentlemen, I give you leave to do so,” She was only half-teasing as she said this, “I feel even Maria would, at the least, take pause before wishing one of them to become her son-in-law, which certainly means they would be insufferable as a Yuletide partner.” Maria had, at one time, had thought favorably enough of all of them to wish a marriage between them and any of the girls, but after living with Robert Persimmons for months upon end, even she was beyond wishing a match with him, or anyone who had a hand in placing him there. 

“I do not believe the gods will be that cruel. We’ve all suffered enough at their hands, already. And if you do not believe that, know that the odds are also in your favor.” At least they were not to draw one of those specific three, but Rebecca knew that the odds that the gentleman in question would be a partner Eleanor favored were slim to none. Aclea was in desperate want of tolerable young men. 

“Here, let me,” Rebecca didn’t wait for a response to begin assisting Eleanor with her hair. It was a mess: she’d made it worse when she attempted to fix it, and Rebecca set to work completely undoing her braids: it seemed she would have to begin at the start. “We do it because all of us seem firmly to refuse any opportunity we have at marriage and I suppose we ought to do something to make our step-mother happy. Braiding one’s hair once a year is a much smaller, less permanent thing to do.”

There was much frustration to be found around Maria: her endless worries about the girls and their futures seemed to be all she thought of and it was easy to forget why she was in their lives in the first place. Their father loved her dearly and she had made him happy again, something that should not be forgotten. And while Rebecca was not about to marry anyone, just now, she was not above doing something small to show Maria that they did care for some of her opinions. 

“I think you underestimate Maria’s dislike for me,” Eleanor replied to her sister. “I am certain if any of those gentlemen were to wish to marry me and get me out of her home, she would be most glad. Thankfully Persimmons is too easily distracted to actually propose marriage or else I assume she would be begging father to force me into that union. Hence,” Eleanor stood then on the edge of her sister’s bed, teetering precariously, arms outstretched, “The roof may be the only option,” she concluded before jumping off, landing on the ground with a thump before sitting on the edge of the bed so that Rebecca might fix the disaster she had created upon her own head. 

Eleanor did not find herself drawn to much of the religious ideals of Aclea. The idea that gods and goddesses were what would seal her fate and for that reason she must feel beholden to them was an idea the youngest sister of the Turner household utterly detested. She’d made this point known many times but, mostly due to her father’s influence, had begun to hold her tongue on the subject and partake in the events for the sake of her family. 

Eleanor let out a sigh of relief as Rebecca released her hair from its tight confines. “I wish she and Papa would simply have a baby so she might focus all her attention upon it and not us,” Eleanor grumbled. “We’ve done perfectly well without a mother for years and certainly don’t need one now.”

Rebecca was the eldest and, therefore, was quite often Maria’s main focus. Time, as she was often reminded, was running out for her. She often wondered how old she must be before Maria gave up on her entirely. Something told her it would be long after society had already marked her an old maid. 

She settled next to her sister after her dramatic jump from the bed. “Hmm, just remember I only give you leave to throw yourself from the roof if it is one of those three gentlemen in question. Anyone else, and I shall be very angry with you for any injuries you may sustain.”

Rebecca had to laugh when Eleanor suggested that Maria and her father have a baby. She often wondered if, perhaps, father wanted another child (a son this time, perhaps?) and she did believe that it may make Maria happy, too, but she wondered how much Eleanor would like no longer being the baby of the family and while it would certainly distract Maria (which she was sure would be to Eleanor’s benefit), it would likely distract father as well. “Perhaps they will. And if it’s a girl, we can all bombard poor Maria with engagement prospects for her daughter as frequently as she has done for us.” She teased.

Rebecca had had her fair share of Yuletide escorts (some good, some bad -- one was especially awful) but she had never had been lucky enough to select whoever was her first choice that particular year.   

“Oh, Roland, of course,” She replied, without a second thought. He was a safe choice (and an honest one), although perhaps not what her sister had been after (she suspected that she had hoped for something a little more exciting. “Or perhaps William Abbott,” She found herself saying aloud, before she considered how her sister might read that response, “But only so he isn’t as likely to ruin another young ladies Yuletide. He isn’t always someone I’d call especially festive.”

Although he could be. And he was, often, when they had been happy. But those days seemed so far away now. 

Eleanor made an attempt to tug lose the braids on her head but they were quite secure. 

“I know it is a tradition but why,” Eleanor groaned to her eldest sister. It was a conversation that they’d had multiple times in the weeks leading up to Yuletide. 

“The last thing I want to do is be escorted around by some man I don’t know. I don’t even want to be escorted about by any man I do know,” she continued, continuing to poke at the braids. Her sister had done an impressive job.

Eleanor was much happier when she could wear her hair down. It was always a bit wild and untamed and often got in her way, but that didn’t matter. It made her feel restrained and something about this braided hairstyle was amplifying that feeling. 

“If I am paired with Robert Persimmons, I will throw myself off the roof,” Eleanor announced before pulling a King cake (which she had stolen from the kitchen earlier) from her pocket and taking a bite from it. “Or Horatio. Or Mallerton,” she continued, growing more and more irritated with both her hairstyle and the impending festivities.

Another bite of the king cake.

“I do not believe the gods will be that cruel. We’ve all suffered enough at their hands, already. And if you do not believe that, know that the odds are also in your favor.” At least they were not to draw one of those specific three, but Rebecca knew that the odds that the gentleman in question would be a partner Eleanor favored were slim to none. Aclea was in desperate want of tolerable young men. 

“Here, let me,” Rebecca didn’t wait for a response to begin assisting Eleanor with her hair. It was a mess: she’d made it worse when she attempted to fix it, and Rebecca set to work completely undoing her braids: it seemed she would have to begin at the start. “We do it because all of us seem firmly to refuse any opportunity we have at marriage and I suppose we ought to do something to make our step-mother happy. Braiding one’s hair once a year is a much smaller, less permanent thing to do.”

~that awkward moment when your ex wants to extract revenge on you and your entire family and you don’t know it~

alskdjflksdjkff jk jk i do think he feels lowkey baD about like dragging rebecca into this buT if alistair gonna take owen’s mom from owen, he’s gonna take alistair’s children from alistair ig alksdjfkldj bc he may or may not have been totally inspired by emily thorne/count of monte cristo but shhhh you didn’t hear that from me alkjdflkjsdf

annnnnyywayyyy, im totally up for whatever, re: their previous attachment, even a one-sided thing, if that works best for what you’d pictured for her!  but yeah it defff would’ve happened before papa turner left owen and his fam to fight for themselves and owen’s mama diEddd and owen started blaming alistair for it alsdkfjksldf but i def love the ideas you mentioneddd!! but yeah sdlkjfklsdf omg that’d be such bad timing if she leaves him for will and then her dad leaves him in order to help her and his mom dies alskjdafkljdsfkj IM A TERRIBLE PERSON but im laughing so hard rn likE?????? omg??????

ANYWAYYYYY i also deffff feel like his increasing extremism was almost def a problem in their relationship and, if it wasn’t yet, it was ~going to be and that wrting was probs, at the v least, already on the wall bc he was always like *anakin skywalker voice* ‘that’s not good enough!’ at meetings and alkdsjfkljsd i mean, spoiler alert for upcoming characters, but after he left/his mom died, etc, he literally ended up teaming up w a person who strings up/burns at the stake/murders public-execution-style innocent mages just bc they’re mages which is literally what she as a fae is fighting against happening to fae so al;ksdjflkjsdf he’s got some issuesssss

also potentially in the ‘some other stuff’ category, the fact that he…just left likeeee they might’ve been on the outs and he just left tho tbh he’s more the type to burn his bridges (*wink, wink* im playing a pyromancer this is noT the last flame pun you’re gonna here) first bc he’s a messy bitch who lives for the drama lksjdflkjsdajkf

Okay, so I’ve thought about it a little more, and I do think that it was definitely a mutual thing. I also think that her feelings for Will would have been a reason that she left him, however I don’t think that she would have straight up left him for Will??? Like, I think she would realize that she cared for someone else more and that would have been a huge part of it, but she wouldn’t have exactly went from one to another, y’know? I definitely think she would have given herself time and honestly probably wasn’t even sure if Will returned the feelings either, but she diD know that she had fallen out of love with Owen and that was enough. 

I also think that his more extreme ideals definitely played a part in it. I think she understood where he came from, but also thought that he would eventually come around and realize that his measures made him just as bad as them  – and that they shouldn’t be out for revenge, but I feel like her trying to reason with him would only make things worse, not better, and while she would always try to resolve things, I do think that there was probably still some tension surrounding that subject. 

I’m not sure if Will and Becca became a thing before or after Owen left, but I do think that he could also probably tell that there was at least ~something~ between them and I don’t think that it helped that Rebecca would probably also always side against him and with Will whenever those arguments arose about what to do. 

As far as how they actually ended up breaking up, officially, I’m definitely open to him just kind of leaving or if it was more defined (whatever you think???) 

(i think i might’ve…misphrased some stuff bc i didn’t meant to imply that he would leave her in like a mutual thing, (i mean, im sure there’s defa circumstance in which he would do that don’t get me wrong…but) i meant that he would notice more and more her longing looks at will and irritated ones at himself and just like…stand her up a couple times, start to ignore her, and then maybe even show up at some event he knew she was gonna be at w ~someone else before ~she could break up w ~him bc lakjsdlfkjkdjsf that’s the way you do that ;DDD  as terrible as this ~is tho i think in his way??? its weirdly meant as much to be compassionate as to be spiteful, so she doesn’t have to feel bad about ending things??? but also so he can feel he still has power in the relationship and didn’t just wait around to get rejected????? idk???? He’s weird aklsdjfkljdsfk idk what to tell you laksjdfkljdsf)

but!!!! that being said!!! im totally down for this!  i think it makes a ton of sense that owen would actually be a stepping stone in realizing she had feels for will, but also her playing it cool and being patient and respectful of everyone’s feelings <3333333 angel <333333

i def think they would’ve been arguing more and more and more towards the end!!!! esp as he got more and more radical and she was objecting and aklsdjfkljdsf yeahhhhh it probs wasn’t ~great ngl but tbh it probs only got worse when they broke up bc i do think he was tryna hold on to some ~better self~ while he was w her and after that he was just sorta like ‘forget this i don’t need to hold myself back for some better angel what i need is changE’ etc

tbh???? i can also see, in the heat of argument esp if she was defending will to him or smth – bc i know he was jelly af whenever he’d walk in and see will and rebecca chatting or whatever – him accusing her of having feels for will or being w will secretly or whatever and tbh he probs didn’t mean it but once it was said it was said and yeah :/

tbh im not sure when will and rebecca got together, either, but i def think he was nursing a thing for her for a while and just like ‘she’s too good for me itll never happen but that won’t stop me from loving her from afar’ kinda thing so honestly any time she was game he was probs 1) star struck and 2) totally game hahaha

but anyway back to owen alkdjsfkjdsf i do think everyone thinks he’s dead and he’s probs not surprised to find that out esp since the fae finders would’ve returned like ‘yeah we sunk that ship’ and yeahhh!!  

Hahaha ngl I kinda like the idea of their official break-up going down b/c he went to some party with another girl and like I think they were probably both ready for the relationship to be over tbh, but I also I feel like the ~fizzle out~ method probably didn’t also give the relationship a whole lot of closure either lmao. I also think that Becca would have also been really hurt by that, too??? Like she’s not in love w/ him anymore but yeah him feeling like he still had power in the relationship would have worked in that moment. 

tfwlucy​:

The End of Spring | Rebecca & Lucy

Despite the fact there was an open book in front of her, Lucy had been lost in thought and nearly jumped when she heard her sister’s voice.

“He has been quite the upheaval in our lives,” Lucy said with a sigh, moving over so that Rebecca might join her on the blanket.

“I saw him following Eleanor as she left to walk into the town today. She found an old broom in the garden and I think meant to take a swing at him. “

Though all the family was tired of what seemed to be an endless time with their lodger, no one had become as openly annoyed with it as their youngest sister. Luckily Robert seemed utterly blind to her true emotions.

“I suppose that will have him even more convinced she is in love with him… I do wonder what goes on inside Robert Persimmon’s head.”

Lucy closed the book in front of her, staring at the cover for a moment before turning to her sister.

“Would it be a terrible scandal if I were to accompany a man to the library at Valenmouth?” Lucy asked, the words sounded odd as she spoke them, however Rebecca was the closest thing she had to a mother. She would tell her if this proposed outing with Aulus was a terrible idea.

Rebecca laughed, “I’m surprised this would only be the first time. Surely Mr. Persimmons has done more than enough to warrant it.” Really, Eleanor should be congratulated: he had focused more attention on her than any of the other girls and she had yet to have her dragon make him believe that he would be eaten if he spoke to her again. Things could have been much worse for him than he realized. “I’m sure she’d have to do better than that though, to deter his affections: surely he would make up some excuse as to how this act of aggression certainly must have stemmed from all of her frustrations on not yet being offered, officially, the position of being his wife. We poor females are never in control of such overpowering emotions that we often result in such behaviors.”

She laughed again and took a seat next to her sister. She hadn’t expected the next thing for Lucy to ask her would be about visiting the Valenmouth library … with a man. 

She arched an eyebrow and couldn’t help but give her sister an amused smile that stemmed from both astonishment and curiosity. Had it been their younger sister asking such a question, Rebecca would not have been quite so surprised (or entertained!) by the prospect and would have put an end to the idea right then and there. But Lucy was different: it was hard to think of a single time Becca had had to scold her about anything since she had passed the age of six. 

It was her trust in Lucy’s ability to always try to do what was right that made her consider it, at all. “No more scandalous than your sisters gambling away with officers,” She said, teasingly. “I suppose it would very much depend on the gentleman in question.” She added, after a moment. 

Although she could certainly venture a guess as to who he might be.

“I hope he gains the sense to never actually propose to Eleanor. She might actually act upon her threats to have her dragon eat him!” Lucy said with a light laugh. 

“I do wonder how much longer he will impose upon us… it seems as if he has been here a lifetime. One would think the Admiral would realize by now that he will discover no wrongdoings happening in our home.”

The Turners were much too intelligent of a family to ever let that happen.

Lucy stared in silence at her sister, taking in each small movement of her face as she contemplated Lucy’s question. The younger immediately regretted her decision– she shouldn’t have brought it up at all. She never should have even entertained the thought of going anywhere with Aulus Acheson at all!

“Eleanor has the uncanny ability to not scandalize anyone any longer. I think the entire town has become immune to her… improprieties when it comes to her activities.”

But Lucy? She was a different story.

“The foreign prince, Aulus Acheson,” Lucy said quietly as if her elder sister hadn’t already known exactly who she was speaking of. Everyone had seen Aulus speaking with Lucy whenever they were present. Eleanor had loudly proclaimed she’d run headlong into him lurking by the gate just two days previous. 

“In fact I can only discern that Captain Mallerton wishes to punish us. I do not think Mr. Persimmons would still be our guest had Cecily agreed to be his wife. I’ve half a mind to confront him about it. It’s gone on for far too long.” There had been short reprives now and again when Roland was able to get him relocated when he pretended to be the Admiral, but it generally only lasted for a fortnight at most before he was thrust upon them again. 

Rebecca laughed, “Oh, I agree. It is one of the reasons I still let her go.” If she was being honest, even Rebecca knew that she would not truly be able to stop Eleanor from doing whatever she pleased, but she wasn’t about to admit to that to anyone. 

She grew silent for a moment as she considered her sister’s situation. Rebecca was not at all surprised to hear that it was Aulus Archeson who had presented the invitation (in fact, she would have been shocked had it been another gentleman). “Perhaps in Arkhadel it isn’t improper, but the fact remains that here at home, it is.” 

She trusted Lucy completely, but she did not think Aulus the sort of man who could be counted upon to protect a lady’s honor. Although Rebecca was not well acquainted with him, she had caught glimpses of a more sinister side that she feared he was trying to hide away. The thought of him being alone with her sister, was likely a very bad idea, indeed. 

Autumn had arrived.  With it, cool weather washed all across Aclea in vibrant golds and warm earthy tones as the trees adopted a hybrid green and gold, leaves merrily streaming towards the ground.  This season was, to Aulus, brilliant and beautiful, but to Sekhad it was a sharp decline as the world turned once again towards winter’s inevitable death.  Sekhad, let it be known, was no longer an optimist.

Aulus, however, was reveling in the beauty of the day, the coolness of the weather, and the sharpness of the earthy wind.  Nose and cheeks pink with the wind, he smiled to himself, gaze roving over the tall trees that dotted the Turners’ lovely landscape.  Over his time in Aclea, he’d come to love the countryside walks – as well as their penchant for taking him by Miss Lucy’s house.  She, he found, was a most prized companion – though his unwilling counterpart found often an occasion to somehow annoy or insult her as often as not, it seemed, which caused Aulus no end of frustration.

Still, for now, it was just the two of them and Sekhad had strayed into some thoughtfulness while deprived of other company to entertain him, allowing Aulus a brief glimpse of peace, that now all-too elusive emotion.

Spotting another figure walking along the path, however, he felt Sekhad jolt to life with a sigh.  “Behave yourself,” growled Aulus under his breath and, merrily, the daimon laughed.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Apprehension girdled Aulus, but there was nothing for it, now.  He’d find out the daimon’s intentions sooner or later, one way or the other.

Rebecca had no love for this foreign prince, nor the liberties he attempted to take with her sister. Lucy had confessed that someone had asked her to visit a library with them (unescorted) and Rebecca could only assume that she meant Aulus. A man who had no regard for a lady’s reputation (whether he meant to take advantage of the situation or not), was not one who could be trusted. 

She did not especially care to enter into any sort of conversation with him, at all, nor was she likely to tell him where she was headed (even if she had not been on her way to the resistance’s encampment), but his own direction suggested that, perhaps, he might be on his way to her own home and if he intended to visit her sister, she meant to distract him from it. 

~that awkward moment when your ex wants to extract revenge on you and your entire family and you don’t know it~

alskdjflksdjkff jk jk i do think he feels lowkey baD about like dragging rebecca into this buT if alistair gonna take owen’s mom from owen, he’s gonna take alistair’s children from alistair ig alksdjfkldj bc he may or may not have been totally inspired by emily thorne/count of monte cristo but shhhh you didn’t hear that from me alkjdflkjsdf

annnnnyywayyyy, im totally up for whatever, re: their previous attachment, even a one-sided thing, if that works best for what you’d pictured for her!  but yeah it defff would’ve happened before papa turner left owen and his fam to fight for themselves and owen’s mama diEddd and owen started blaming alistair for it alsdkfjksldf but i def love the ideas you mentioneddd!! but yeah sdlkjfklsdf omg that’d be such bad timing if she leaves him for will and then her dad leaves him in order to help her and his mom dies alskjdafkljdsfkj IM A TERRIBLE PERSON but im laughing so hard rn likE?????? omg??????

ANYWAYYYYY i also deffff feel like his increasing extremism was almost def a problem in their relationship and, if it wasn’t yet, it was ~going to be and that wrting was probs, at the v least, already on the wall bc he was always like *anakin skywalker voice* ‘that’s not good enough!’ at meetings and alkdsjfkljsd i mean, spoiler alert for upcoming characters, but after he left/his mom died, etc, he literally ended up teaming up w a person who strings up/burns at the stake/murders public-execution-style innocent mages just bc they’re mages which is literally what she as a fae is fighting against happening to fae so al;ksdjflkjsdf he’s got some issuesssss

also potentially in the ‘some other stuff’ category, the fact that he…just left likeeee they might’ve been on the outs and he just left tho tbh he’s more the type to burn his bridges (*wink, wink* im playing a pyromancer this is noT the last flame pun you’re gonna here) first bc he’s a messy bitch who lives for the drama lksjdflkjsdajkf

Okay, so I’ve thought about it a little more, and I do think that it was definitely a mutual thing. I also think that her feelings for Will would have been a reason that she left him, however I don’t think that she would have straight up left him for Will??? Like, I think she would realize that she cared for someone else more and that would have been a huge part of it, but she wouldn’t have exactly went from one to another, y’know? I definitely think she would have given herself time and honestly probably wasn’t even sure if Will returned the feelings either, but she diD know that she had fallen out of love with Owen and that was enough. 

I also think that his more extreme ideals definitely played a part in it. I think she understood where he came from, but also thought that he would eventually come around and realize that his measures made him just as bad as them  -- and that they shouldn’t be out for revenge, but I feel like her trying to reason with him would only make things worse, not better, and while she would always try to resolve things, I do think that there was probably still some tension surrounding that subject. 

I’m not sure if Will and Becca became a thing before or after Owen left, but I do think that he could also probably tell that there was at least ~something~ between them and I don’t think that it helped that Rebecca would probably also always side against him and with Will whenever those arguments arose about what to do. 

As far as how they actually ended up breaking up, officially, I’m definitely open to him just kind of leaving or if it was more defined (whatever you think???)