Recent content by Willa

Her palms splayed on his chest and furled into his clothes, anchoring herself to him. How quickly her mind was able to darken whilst alone in the woods, but now she could cast away now that he had returned, safe and well. She was sure that the more he proved those worries wrong, that each time...

Willa's nose wrinkled as she watched Orest's attempt at skinning the strange creatures, but she couldn't help but grin behind the furs pulled up around her face to hide it. Ivar's voice was such a welcome relief that she smiled at him as though she had not seen him in years. "At least you...

There was little she could do to hide her fright at the sound of snapping branch behind her. She shoved herself to her feet and spun to face it, a hand held up and then pressed hard against her chest as she realised who it was. A breath shuddered out and she offered a shaky smile, eyeing the...

Willa watched him go with a soft smile, and the moment he was gone from sight she looked around at her surroundings. Her lips pressed thinly and she let out a sharp breath. She could make herself useful by getting a fire going and tending to the horses. Anything to keep her mind from wandering...

Being powerless for so long had certainly helped her forget that she had any strength what-so-ever. Ivar's reminder warmed her, and her eyes closed as he kissed her forehead and squeezed her hands. She hated the feeling of weakness, even physically, she ached from old wounds and from the chill...

"And I suppose you want me to use my bare hands?" she asked with a quirk of a brow. She could hunt, her father had made sure of it, but since she'd left home she'd grown weaker and more and more unsure of herself. Being on her own in the dark?... "I'd.. much rather stay and get a fire going.."...

Willa's teeth flashed in a wide grin of amusement at Orest's choice of imagery, and at Ivar's apparent distaste. It was simply nice to be around humour, even if it was brash. What shamed her was the sudden jolt of fear that sparked her adrenaline at the mere thought of being left alone, but she...

Willa cast a warm smile to Orest, reaching a hand to settle on his meaty forearm with a gentle squeeze of thanks. "I am very glad to hear that." she answered, though there was a brief flicker of guilt as she considered what their new friend may have unknowingly let himself in for. She thought...

Another night or two in a warm, comfortable bed and a few more hearty meals would have done her well, but she hadn't taken the restful sleep or the full belly that she'd gained from that single night. Nor would she forget what she'd found there. Even after the panic she'd felt before they'd had...

How he could make her smile the way she did right now, she'd never know. Perhaps it was the prospect of making it to the sea and setting foot back in the Tundra with him at her side, or the reminder of how strong they were.. perhaps it was just the smile. Regardless, she was still smiling when...

Willa drew a deep breath and let it tumble free as her eyes closed, savouring the gentle comfort he offered. "I am so tired of running, Ivar.." she whispered, leaning into him. Would they ever just be left alone? She was exhausted and she was afraid, but underneath that was an undeniable...

Being alone in this room with the sound of violence downstairs played hell with her mind. She sat at the head of the bed, holding onto a pillow as she stared at the door, her fingers fisting into the fabric. The sound of footsteps climbing the stairs filled her with dread, and her eyes teared as...

Willa's eyes were wide with panic as they shifted between Orest and Ivar, and those on the ground. She knew why Ivar was telling her to leave, and for a moment she thought of trying to calm him down, but she bit back whatever she'd been about to say and nodded quickly. She glanced back at him...

Willa trusted Ivar's guidance, though she still gazed down at the men on the floor warily as she moved around them. Orest's explanation caused Willa's breath to lodge in her throat, and she stared at Orest for a long moment before turning to Ivar. "Who are they?" Had they been looking for them...

Willa shrugged with a thin smile and a quick glance down at the dress she wore. It hadn't been her own. Her own had been torn to shreds, and so a fresh, clean dress of her own would have been appreciated - still, she knew they had little money and she'd only feel guilty spending any on such a...