Back To The Begining

To Love and Be Loved

Obnoxious ringing jolted Willow awake, ripping her from such a sweet dream.
It was her, flying on a broom, high in the sky, clouds kissing her cheeks and the fridged air stealing her breath from her lungs. No burning inferno, ready to swallow her whole. No drowning depression, chilling her from the inside out.

Just her and the wind

A pained whine left her lips as she buried her head further, deeper into her mound of pillows. As the offending object was far to fucking persistent.

Willow stretched her hand behind her, patting everything she could reach until a far too bright screen burned her eyes. "Do you know what time it is!!!"

"Did you mean it?!" A hard voice demanded.

Rolling on her back, groaning, "It's too fucking early for riddles"

"You are in New York?" He persisted. And if it was anyone else, she would have thought it was more frantic, manic, hysteric. "Can I come?"

"Yeh, Nik." Not even Willow knew that her lips pulled into a soft smile, "I meant it."

"I'll be there before the sun rises," Niklaus promised before hanging up. Which caused Willow to launch her phone off the bed, and fall into sweet sweet slumber once more

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"You lied." Willow announced promptly, opening the front door of her Brownstone. She looked down at her hand, focusing on her engraved Magical Roman pocket watch, "The Sun came up 38 minutes and... 45 seconds ago"

"...Willow"
Her youthful features smoothed themselves out, into a blank canvas, depicting worry for the defeated looking Immortal war hardened Original Hybrid. It took her almost 2 whole seconds for her to utter so softly, "Come in, Niklaus"

He meekly shuffled over the threshold and collapsed into his knees in complete exhaustion. He wrapped his arms tightly around her thighs, burying his head into her soft belly.
Willow stood frozen. A part of her wondered if this was all a dream. A very peculiar dream. A dream that someone like Trelawney would love to dissect and end up selecting a very alarming demise.

There was dampness seeping through her cream shift. She exhaled shakingly, she didn't even notice she stopped breathing, "Nik. Niklaus."
Her fingers crept to the nape of his neck, scraping delicately at his warm skin, "Hey... hey. Look at me, just like that. What can I do?"

"I need to forget. Please, Willow Lynx Peverell," Klaus Mikaelson begged. Tears freely falling his crashing ocean eyes, "help me forget"

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Willow sighed on contentment, feeling as she was floating, drifting in the ocean with nothing and no one for miles

Her arms tightened around a pillow, as his soft delicate kisses met her shoulder blade.
"Thank you," Niklaus mumbled. He settled next to her, pilfering a fallen pillow from the floor and stuffed it under his head. "I truly mean it, Thank you"

Willow turned her head, with great effort, may he add, and faced him.
Her checks were the most perfect shade of rose. Hair at hairline stuck to her forehead, and the rest was as wild as a bird's nest. Her slightly stained red eyes fluttered in exhaustion. And her lips... Her bruised and blood coloured lips just had the energy left to pull into lewd smile. "My pleasure"