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[007; what are abandonment issues? - video&spam]

Video: [Willow's face is transformed at the start of this - and it doesn't shift back.]

Claudia's gone.

[That's it. No more.]

Spam for anyone who wants it: [Willow's not handling this that well; she's had exactly two (Wanda somewhat count as three) people in her life that have ever really seemed to care. The first one's dead, and the second fled after a weekend in Willow's form. The fact that she's coming back doesn't register - at least not next to the fact that her only goodbye was homework. So far as Willow's concerned, she must really be a monster.

Which is probably why she's walking with her head down, a scowl on her face - now finally returning to human form. She needs something to eat.]

ooc: Backdated to the end of the flood, 'cause derp. DX

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[Prefect hasn't spoken to Willow much, but between their first conversation, and what he's seen of the emotional pain that comes with being given a soul after years of evil deeds, he's been kind of keeping an eye on her from afar.

He noticed her post earlier, and that is perhaps why he feels compelled to say something when he passes her, in the corridor. Even if it starts out as something as small as:]

Good afternoon, Sister. How are you feeling today?

[She growls faintly, not particularly looking at him; he shouldn't take it personally. She's been doing that a lot.]

[Prefect takes very, very few things personally. He falls into step beside her.]

Not good then. I'm sorry to hear that.

[He slips his hands into his pockets, watching her.]

Is there anything that would make you feel better?

Claudia. [She pouts, glancing away from him.]

...Ice cream used to help.

[Or the screams of the innocents as they wriggle beneath her.]

Oh shit, sweetie. Look, uh, why don't you get lunch and then meet me over here? We can hang out, talk, confuse Fozzie with the kitty. It'll be good.

Not hungry. [She's starving; she just doesn't to eat. Blood lust was what drove Claudia away.]

[She doesn't believe you, sweetie. But she'll let it pass, albeit with a worried look.]

Then just come over.

Where?

4-3. C'mon down. It's gonna be OK.

[She'll be there.]

[Wanda lets her in at the first knock, and Fozzie sticks his head out to snuffle at her. You smell different!]

Back off, Fozz, you're the size of a damn barn now. Welcome to my home, Willow. [Apparently she is no stranger to the whole by-invitation thing. She tugs the dog aside to let Will in.]

[Willow smiled faintly, walking through the door; it was a big thing to be invited inside.]

[Big bookshelf. Crash mat instead of a bed. Desk piled with more books. Fozzie's crate in the corner. Romani flag on the wall. The place smells very faintly of cigarettes.]

[Fozzie snuffles at Willow. There's something different about you today...]

Have a seat. [She drops into a seat on the "bed".]

[Other than being miserably sad?

She plops down on a seat, not looking up.]

[Wanda looks at this for a few moments, then gets up and comes over.] You OK with hugs?

[She nods; a little faintly, but it's there.]

[Wanda sighs, walks over, and gives her a proper hug. Yes, this puts her cheek in Wanda's cleavage, but hey, Goth girls. Cleavage is always involved.]

[Fozzie takes a hint and lays his huge head on Willow's knee. You're creepy but I love you?]

[Cheek cleavage is good; under other circumstances, she'd like it a lot more.]

[Wanda pets her hair and doesn't shy away from her cool skin.] Is there anything I can do? Do you need someone to unload on?

She just... left.

She didn't even take you aside and explain that she was leaving and would be back?

Left a note...

Better than mine when he left. When they're just dumping you they don't do anything, because they know they'll never have to live with your disappointment.

She... [She wouldn't do that. Would she?]

[Wanda pets her hair.] Claudia doesn't hit me as the kind who dumps people. I think it'll be okay. It's just hard now. If you need anything from a Warden I know a few.

Just miss her. [She just feels abandoned by her.]

Believe it or not, that's actually a good sign. It's better if you get along with your Warden well enough that you miss her when she's gone. Don't worry, sweetie. She'll be back.

Doesn't feel better. Feels painful.

Of course it does. This whole place is fucking painful. But she'll be back. You just have to find ways to occupy yourself until then.

Still better than home.

[ In a way, the marquis is sad the flood is over. It's been revealing. On the other hand, things returning to what passes for normal might be more revealing, or at least differently revealing. In the hopes that this will be the case, he's walking to the dining area for some covert people-watching when - ah. He recognizes her. When he gets close enough that she might hear him, he nods slightly, despite the dangerous look on her face. ]

Lady.

[ It's half-mocking and half-habit. He's certainly not going to call her 'miss.' ]

You. [She doesn't mean it to sound nasty; or angry; and certainly not threatening. She just... didn't feel like making more than a syllable.]

[ Fortunately, he doesn't care. ]

You seem unwell.

[ And if there's anything beyond neutrality in that statement, it's curiosity, nothing more. ]

Claudia.

My warden left.

[ deadpan ] And this is bad.

She left because she had to be me.

For three days.

[ He looks down at his palms, flips his hands over to inspect his nails. ]

And?

She ran! [And look, vamp face again. And gone.]

From me.

[ He doesn't even flinch at the face. ]

I suppose you'll know better for the future.

It was the flood.

Know better than to expect more, I mean.

Doesn't sound very fun.

[ He shrugs. ] One makes one's own fun.

Really?

Of course. Make your own fun and take joy in the little things. I'm fairly certain that's a Hallmark card.

Don't think so.

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