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The off-the-shoulder dress was long, and the front part had a low dip that revealed her cleavage. The trimming was decorated with a flower design, and the sleeves were made up of transparent cloth that was cut along the arms and tied at her wrists which carried various jewels that held their own set of meanings.
She was barefoot like I was, and her hair was brushed to one side, but I realized there were barely any pink strands left as the majority of the pixie cut was now of pure white with a glowing essence to its body. A few of the tiny strands held a levitating effect which only added to the hint of sparkle across Willow’s skin that reminded me of an exquisite layer of lotion. But despite her beauty, I couldn’t ignore the obvious.
The new markings upon her flesh.
There were so many that I didn’t know where to start, but they were still bloody red even though it was clear that her body was working on healing the flesh. The markings would eventually turn black to mimic a tattoo, and once she was well-rested, her magic would easily hide them like the rest of the magical markings she carried, but I knew without a doubt that those hurt like getting hit by a truck with every stroke of a line, and that made me want to say ”fuck it" and go on a killing spree.
This was why Milo forced me over here.
She stopped a few steps short of reaching where I stood, and I knew from the look on her face that it had to be due to my angered expression.
“First off, don’t kill anyone,” she muttered, her voice projecting a hint of her exhaustion. “Second of all, you look horrible when you’re thinking of going on a killing spree.”
Of course she knew what I wished to do right this instant.
“Third of all, I allowed this to happen so don’t go giving Neo or Milo shit for this because I won’t tolerate that.”
My frown was only getting deeper.
"Lastly, my soul fucking hurts, but seeing you in this outfit totally makes me a tad happier.”
And all the anger dissipated.
Now I felt like a stupid idiot because my poor Willow was standing there in fucking pain and I couldn’t even do anything to take it away from her. I’d even take her place if it were possible.
Taking the few steps between us, I was before her and lightly cupping her cheeks that were flushed but slightly wet, which made me assume she’d been crying.
“It hurt like a bitch,” she said with a sad smile. “So can we just kis-”
My lips were already on hers before she could finish the simple request. If a kiss could ease her pain just a little bit, I’d lay kisses all over her body.
“I’m sorry,” I quietly whispered between kisses, repeating the apology as if I’d been the one to deliver every stroke of pain. This was technically my doing. She was going through this ritual to benefit both of us.
The least I could do was comfort her because she deserved to be loved, cherished, and reminded what a badass she was.
“Gotta do what you gotta do when you want to be on top, right?” she weakly offered. “Like my dress?”
I pulled back to purposely take my time admiring her once more -as if I hadn’t taken her all in the first time.
“Suits you perfectly,” I whispered as I lightly brushed her cheeks with my thumbs. “Not a flaw in sight.”
“You’re just saying that cause I’m in pain.” She giggled, which was too close to a sob for me. I leaned down and pressed my forehead against hers.
“No, Willow.” She needed to understand my feelings for once. “I mean every word. You’re so fucking beautiful. A gem to be admired. The only diamond that can ever captivate me.”
“So you’re able to be romantic when you feel like it,” she teased, her eyes closed. “Maybe we should do monthly rituals…minus that drawing pain madness. I’m over that.”
“Sorry.”
“You apologizing is so weird.”
“You being in pain is unacceptable,” I countered.
She giggled, and her lips gently claimed mine. “I want those who threaten our foundation to suffer.”
My eyes watched hers open slightly, and I could see her conviction - the hardened motivation to secure what we’d earnestly gained.
"Our sacrifices shouldn’t go to waste,” she quietly added.
