[ P ] Please Forgive Me For All I’ve Done

I.E.S
Let’em Wonder..

Illaria was ready to make her last visit of all, The hardest of all if she was being honest with herself. She hadn’t seen willow in so long now, and this was it. Likely her last goodbye, but she was nervous. Even in death, she new willow had been so upset with her that last time…

She’d kept her promise though. She’d never told anyone she’d seen her let alone talk about their fight. No she’d let that weight sit deep inside her heart. And now it was time to let it go.

With a deep breath Illaria began to picture her sister. Of her beautiful tri colored coat and her bright eyes of Yellow-Green. And the way she smelled of Rosemary and Sage. She couldn’t help but smile to herself.

Willow had grown so much since the day she’d first stumbled into her life. She was so small back then. Small and Sweet. And now, she was grown and had her own ideals. Which was normal, illaria could no longer fault her for them. She’d seen battle first hand… she understood now.

She couldn’t help but wonder if Willow would hate her now more than she had the last time they met. If she would turn her away and not mourn her, or if she’d cry like Khepri had. She would understand both reactions.

Opening her eyes she found herself overlooking sea, it’s breeze no longer chilling to her. She’d never get use to that. To not feeling things like the sims heat or a breeze.

She wondered if calling out would still work. If this is where she had appeared surely willow had to be nearby. So she threw her head back and called for her sister.

”speech here”

How we got this Far

code by claerie

The stages of grief are a funny thing, something that Willow has become more than familiar with in the passing weeks beneath the shadow of death’s inevitability. There were days where she simply didn’t believe that those who had departed were truly gone. There were days when the woman woke up in a rage, angry at the world, at the unfairness and sadness of death. Sometimes, she wondered why it couldn’t be her instead of them, and there were moments that she wanted to trade places with them, so that they could live once more.


But it was the sadness that was most overwhelming, and the one that loomed larger than all of the others. There were days where she simply didn’t get up. Days where she just couldn’t eat. Dark days, accompanied by dark thoughts that she would never express out loud. Time spent alone was both desired and despised. Too much time to think, but no energy to try to seem okay to the rest of the world.


As she wandered solo that day, the sound of a lonely howl perked dark-rimmed ears, and Willow turned toward the source of the sound. A face she least expected to be appeared in the distance. ”Illaria?” Sights squinted to get a better look, but there was no other pelt like Illaria’s, and Willow’s sorrow was temporarily replaced by a stunned happiness. She couldn't believe her eyes.


”Illaria! You — you’re back?”


Green eyes welled with tears; finally, a glimmer of hope in these sad days. Had her dear friend finally seen the errors of her misguide, lovelorn ways? Had she left the monster for good? Willow began to fill the space between them, but she stopped when she noticed something was strange. Illaria looked different, sort of hazy, unclear. The wolfess couldn't pinpoint what had changed, but it gave her an uneasy feeling that slowed her excited trot to a confused crawl. ”Illaria? What — are you alright?”



@Illaria

art and code by Yahtzee-Penguiduck