My cover art<3 [YES I KNOW ITS TECHNICALLY BASED OFF THE CATRADORA KISS PLS DONT COME @ ME!] Was bored and wellll here we are. Basically just Huntlow in the human realm. Trigger/general Warning: Blood, probably cursing, self harm.
I rose early that morning, around 4:00 AM. Luz had tried to tell me that I could sleep in, now that I was no longer in the Emperors Coven, but I was used to waking up early. I reached for the 'fridge', as Luz had called it, searching in hopes of a snack, as breakfast was still at least 4 hours away. My eyes locked onto the scars on my hands, and a wave of shame washed over me.
I had gotten those scars from helping Belos.
I don't know how long I stood there, bathed in the pale light from the fridge, emerged in my thoughts of guilt and painful memories. I didn't even hear the cautious creaking of wood as someone crept towards me. "Hunter?" Willows voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "O-oh, hey Captain!" I spoke in a fake, cheerful tone, quickly putting on a smile. "Hunter, how long have you been standing there?" Her voice was so concerned and tired, I wanted to cry as I realized how much she seemed to care for me. 'You don't deserve it', a small voice in the back of my head said. I shook off the voice, and flicked my scarlet gaze from Willow to the small clock on the microwave. It read "5:08." An hour. I had been standing there for nearly an hour.
Unable to meet her gaze, I muttered to Willow, "Since 4:00." "What?! Hun, you do know you need sleep, right?" Without waiting for an answer, Willow continued, "Well, since neither of us are going back to bed, how 'bout you garden with me? And have you at least had a snack?" I shook my head. "Well, come on, I'll make us some toast, then we'll go out to the backyard.
Willows POV
After an early breakfast type snack, Hunter and I laced up our boots, grabbed tools, and slipped out the back door for some early morning gardening. "Ya wanna listen to music?" I asked Hunter, offering him one of my wireless earbuds. "Uh-sure!" He replied. Using the "phones" Luz had bought them, she put on the playlist labeled <333 with a pretty pink cover.
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(News flash: this is my hopeless romantic playlist I'm listening to as I write this chapter.)
As the music flowed into Hunter and I's ears, I carefully tended to my plants with magic. I didn't even notice Hunter staring at me, a pale blush dusting his cheeks
"Yeah, you can call me lover boy
They say I throw my heart around And you can be my lover girl I'll pick you up, drive you around I'll show you how to fall in love We'll be the talk of all the town Now everybody wants to be like us They're getting jealous, feel it now Oh, wow"
Hunters POV
I looked at Willow, all the times she had cared for me, saved my life, even had the courage to become friends with me in the first place. The chorus of the song started, and one subconscious thought clicked in the back of my mind, a thought that had been submerged under all the stress, a thought I wouldn't realize I even had until a few weeks later.
'Shes.....she's simply perfect. Willow, I wish I could speak my mind to you, because in every universe, you will always be mine.'
sorry if you guys think that's creepy I'm really bad and being sentimental. It's hard to have emotions am I right?
As "Sweater Weather" by The Neighbourhood started playing, Willows head turned towards me, noticing me watching her sprout a small plant from the ground. "You're so good at that, Captain." I commented, glancing from her to the plant and back again. Willow spoke her next words in a hushed tone, as though she telling me a secret. "I trust you, Hunter." "So, I'm going to let you in on a little secret; I wasn't always in the plant track at Hexside."
I tilted my head in confusion. "What track were you in, then?" I was curious, especially since plant magic seemed to come so naturally to Willow. "Well-uh- I was actually in the Abomination track." Her voice was shy, a quality I hadn't heard before. While we gardened, Willow explained her entire school life to me. "You see, I wasn't very good at it, so I was bullied. A lot..." Willow's voice broke, and my heart filled with sympathy for her. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, threatening to overspill. She buried her head in her muddy gardening gloves. "Oh, I'm sorry! I-we-we don't have to talk about it, okay?" Willow shook her head in reply. She took a deep breath, put her glasses back on, and turned to me with a nervous smile. "No-it's.." She sighed, "you deserve to know," and she began to explain.
Apparently, there was this smart-ass girl named Boscha with three eyes and pink hair that had bullied Willow her whole life. As soon as Willow started telling me about her, the sympathy in my heart was replaced by cold, hard ice that wanted to beat this "Boscha" girl into the ground. By the time Willow had finished her story, the sun had risen above the horizon. Willow pulled out her phone, which was currently playing "The Very First Night" by Taylor Swift, and checked the time. 7:14 AM. Huh, I guess Willow and I had been talking for a while.
Willow pulled me in for a long hug, and the music playing was matched to my feelings. She pulled back and said, "Thank you, Hunter. For listening. And for everything else. You really matter to me." I was stunned by her words, but nodded, and hugged her again.
"Cause I'm in a field of dandelions
wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine.
I see forever in your eyes, I feel okay when I see your smile"
I rose up, telling Willow I needed to go the bathroom. My gaze was so trained on her beautiful eyes, I was walking backwards, and accidentally bumped into a tree, loudly rustling the leaves. Then I heard the dreadful buzzing, and a swarm of angry black and yellow bees started to chase me across the garden. I screeched in horror, running for what might as well be my life. I had enough time to choke out eight words before the bees were on top of me.
Willows POV
"Why do all these mini Clovers hate meeeeeee!??!" Gus stuck his head out the window, calling out "Willow! Are you okay, I heard you scream?" I wasn't sure how to answer Gus's question but replied,"Uh, that was Hunter..." "Oh! We'll talk about his impossibly girly scram later! Hunter, are you okay?" His response was a pained groan.
Dw, Hunters fine, the Hexsquad gets him bandaged up. Hope you liked this chapter! It was more angsty than I thought it would be, but oh well. Drink some water, eat something, and I love you! (Platonically, ofc)
