Into a land of enchantment

By the sea, this woman was definitely a weird one.

Hades was weird, he wasn’t like the big bad that everyone said he was back on the seas of Neverland nor the Isle where people often swore by his name because of the darkness that he lived in. He was actually quite easy to get along with when he wasn’t looking all mean or letting his temper get ahold of him.

“He wasn’t what I expected, it was boring and the place was dark and had nothing to do there to pass the time” CJ listed off at the woman’s questions, she wondered if the other blonde was going to try and find the God at some point once their own conversation was finished.

Willow frowned lightly, that did sound boring and she pouted a little. She wasn’t sure what she had expected really. Fire and brimstone? Tales of pagan worshipping? Tales of torture? Dark and boring was rather anti-climatic.

She huffed a short sigh. Pushing the thought out her head. She focused on the fun part of it all. People came back from the dead. That in itself was definitely interesting and necromancy was a skill that she had always wished to learn. After all, her aunt brought her father back form the dead at will.

“So what did dying feel like?”

Rowan, they had found her. Aspen, she had tracked down herself after realising he was in this realm because of the blonde girl sketching him. She debated for another moment, a serious expression lingering for an unusually long time on her features. “Aspen?” / @hallowsmischief

CJ couldn’t stop herself from staring at the woman in disbelief and shock at the excited comments about death. She was excitable and weird.

She was going to like this weird woman.

“I’m pretty sure that Hades is in this realm now,why don’t you go bother him about the facts of the Underworld?” she questioned amused as she watched the woman act so childishly. “But if you still have questions, I’ll ask, might as well get some excitement in this boring place because of your weirdness”

Hands came up against her lips as she tried her best not to freak out at the other blonde’s revelation. There was a noise of excitement bubbling on her lips, a squeal that wanted to break through. The Dark Master was here, in Storybrooke. Her mother and aunt’s would definitely be excited to know such a thing.

“What is he like? What is being dead like? How was the underworld?” So many questions bubbled excitedly on Willow’s lips. Everything her mother and aunts raised her on - all true it seemed. How glorious.

Hook was in his element in this town. All these pretty faces, it was just like back when he would sail the open sea, stopping in different realms and only flashing that one much practiced smile would leave them all weak. “That, love, would be wonderful. I’ll have whatever yer’ havin’ but stronger.” He chose then to relax back into the uncomfortable bar chair, and flash his well known smile her way. 

His smile, and charm all these layers Hook had built up above him, since losing his beloved Milah, and then his children. He had to pretend, it’s what the pirate captain had become. 

“Maybe, drinkin’ alone is a fun thing to do. Yer ever think of that lass?”

“Coming right up handsome.” The witch smirked lightly, shoulder shimmying excitedly. Bouncing up to the bar, she ordered the strongest drink the bar had before running her finger around the rim of the glass, a wordless spell to make it stronger before setting the glass in front of the pirate. “Cheers and good fortune’s pirate.” The witch tilted her glass lightly before taking a sip.

His smile was delicious, and were versed it seemed, hell it was causing a flutter in her chest. But she was a Sanderson witch, and men and Sanderson witches didn’t last very long at all. Ask her own father. He was six feet under, mouth stitched closed. Rowan and Aspen had no fathers to be seen. No, men didn’t fair well with Sanderson witches.

“Fun for whom? The drinker or the person watching thou?” The witch cooed gently; because it had certainly been a lot of fun for her to watch.

“Hey” Ellie yelped as the picture of her best friend was torn from her hands, the pencil scratching a line right across the page and causing the drawing to be useless now.

Standing up with a scowl on her face, Ellie glowered furiously at the older blonde that thought that she had the right to ruin her art as well as demand where her best friend was and how she knew her; she didn’t want to answer the girl but the fire blazing in her eyes showed that the woman probably wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her for the information.

“Now why should I tell you where Aspen is?” She demanded in annoyance even though she was shaking on the inside, if this woman meant harm to her best friend then she wasn’t going to tell her anything, damn the consequences.

So the little bint did know him. The Sanderson woman scowled all the more, gone was her usual pleasant disposition, and in it’s place was anger, and worry and a need to burn this entire town to the ground it if meant finding Aspen.

“Because I’m Williow, his big cousin. I’m his family, where you are clearly not.” Was she being dramatic? Sure, but she’d not seen Aspen in twenty eight years. She missed him, the blonde needed her family together again. Her, Rowan and Aspen; a Sanderson three. Stronger together than apart. Still, the blonde in front of her looked just young enough to eat. Though Willow would wait to speak with Aspen before devouring this one.

“Now answer my questions. I was kind enough to answer yours first. Where is my cousin and why are you drawing him. My patience is dangerously thin.”