Willow Hart
" I want auroras and sad prose...
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my
bare feet, 'cause I haven't moved in years. ".
Index
" Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die,
I don't belong... And, my beloved, neither do you. "
" Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place
to cry, I'm setting off, but not without my muse "
Character Info
General Info
Name: Willow Hart.
Nationality: North-American.
Birthdate: 18 of November, 1997.
Height: 5'8.
Voice type: Alto.
Sexuality: Straight.
Hair color: Blonde.
Eye color: Blue.
Biography
đillow had always been a shy girl, content with staying in her room and writing songs to cope with her parents' messy divorce.đhen she was just 14 years old, she uploaded one of her songs to a popular music-sharing website, never expecting it to go viral.đ ut, to her surprise, the song garnered millions of views, and soon, record labels were vying for her attention.đillow's talent was undeniable, and her vulnerability on stage made her all the more endearing.âer debut album, released when she was just 16 years old, was a smash hit, catapulting her into the limelight.đuddenly, she was traveling the world, performing to arenas filled with screaming fans, and hobnobbing with the biggest names in the industry.đ ut despite her success, đillow couldn't shake the feeling that she was being used.đhe label's image of her was saccharine and cutesy, and every time she tried to veer from that, she was met with resistance.đhey didn't want her to write her own songs; they just wanted her to be a vessel for their manufactured hits.đs the years went on, đillow grew disillusioned. She saw young stars burning out, spiraling out of control, and she didn't want that to be her fate.đo, on her 21st birthday, when she was supposed to be celebrating her legal freedom from her contract, she instead found out that her agent and label had betrayed her in order to maintain control over her brand.ât was then that she made the decision to disappear.đhe bought a remote house in the mountains, where she could wait out the rest of her contract.đhe wasn't sure what the future held, but she knew one thing for sure: she was done being a puppet.ât was time for her to take control of her music and her life.
Account Info
This character is not affiliated with Taylor Swift or her work in any way, shape or form.Triggering themes will be addressed, such as emotional manipulation, mental health issues, violence, stalking, and overall dark subjects.This is also an 18+, strictly MDNI account due to mature themes being present.Despite there being mild sexual themes present, this account is not welcoming to the lewd verse and will only write NSFW content with shipping partners.Shipping slots for Willow are currently closed.Any other types of platonic relalionships are welcome with the proper chemistry and build-up.
Writer Info
Writer is 21+ and answers by both Persephone and Anna, and uses she/her pronouns.Friendly when it comes to ic and ooc interactions.
Always happy to meet new people and make friends, but my boundaries must be respected with no exception.Please do not rush me for replies, as I get to things in my own pace. That can mean either very fast replies or slower ones. I will never pressure any of my partners for replies, so I expect the same grace to be extended to me.With that being said, I also have ADHD, so it does happen that I may forget some replies. If I've taken longer than a week to get to you, a gentle bump is welcome.
Solos
You're Losing Me
Willow had lost count of how many times they'd had this argument already.Without fail, every single time she brought up the idea of going back into the limelight, James immediately became angry. At first, there were only some signs of hesitancy to support the idea from him, which she understood. He had always been a private man. However, the more she brought it up, the more his anger showed.And that night was the boiling point." I don't understand why you feel the need to keep bringing this up, Willow! There's nothing out there for us aside from all the shit we've already been through! " Her partner raged in a tone much louder than she was used to hearing from him.The singer never really thought she'd say this about the man she loved, but⌠He was starting to scare her."James, that's my life, it's my dream! I know that some awful things happened in the past, but I can't just hide in this place for the rest of my life. "" And why not? Hm? I thought your life was the one we built together here. Is that not enough for you anymore? Am I not good enough to fulfill your needs anymore? " James continued on, and the more he spoke, the more frustrated Willow became.God, why did he always have to do that?
Twist her words into something she didn't mean just to try and get a reaction out of her. All this weight he put on her shoulders just got heavier and heavier every single day and she was reaching her breaking point.Stop...
Stop...
Stop...Her whole life Willow had built herself to be this magnificent phoenix who always rose back to life, regardless of how many times she had been killed and buried in her own ashes. But she was getting tired. So tired, in fact, that she didn't know how many more times she could rise back up. How many more wounds she could take." James, please, you know that's not what I'm saying. All I've wanted for these past five years was to build a life with you and you know that! " Willow affirmed with exhaustion turning the oceans in her eyes a stormy tone of gray. " But what you don't seem to understand is that I can't abandon everything I've worked so hard for just for the sake of peace. "" Peace? You talk about peace? " He spat out the word as if it was poison in his mouth. " From the day I met you, I've never known a single moment of peace, Willow! With you and your paranoias, that you insist on feeding with these ridiculous ideas. There's never been peace here! "" I know! And I'm sorry that I can't give you that! I'm sorry that I'll never be able to give you the comfort of a picket fence dream without the burdens of my anxiety, but I've already given you so much. " Even though she was trying to stop it from happening, the barrier Willow had built around her emotions cracked upon the realization that had just torn through her. " I gave you everything I had⌠I thought that it would be enough. "And yet it never was, was it? Not once in the five years of their relationship had she felt like what they had was enough. There was always something missing, something stopping them from taking the next step. Something stopping him from choosing her." All I wanted was to be your wife⌠"Despite having been uttered as the softest whisper, her exhausted plea seemed to make something snap in James. When the man looked back at Willow, his once beautifully crystalline eyes had become dark with bitter rage, and the fear that had only just begun to trickle slowly into her heart suddenly found its way inside like a flood of icy water, which turned the vital liquid in her veins cold.You're losing me...
You're losing me...
You're losing me..." Wife? God, Willow⌠Why do you think I'd want to marry you when all you want to be is this pathological people-pleaser, who's so desperate for praise that you're willing to humiliate yourself in front of millions of people that don't care if you're alive or dead! " James spoke all at once, no sign of doubt or hesitancy in his eyes as he spewed out knives that cut her down to the core. " I need a real wife, Willow! Not a silly superstar. "Stop... You're losing me.
Stop... You're losing me.
Stop... You're losing me."... In that case, I suppose I shouldn't waste any more of your time, then. "That was all she had to say. That was all she could say. For the first time in her life, the singer's heart was silent and she couldn't find it within herself to give him any more grace. He had taken it all.He had broken her.
And that was the end of it.The final blow to lose her.
Death By A Thousand Cuts
When Willow heard a knock on her door that night, she couldn't help but find it strange, considering the only person she was expecting was her partner, and he didnât need to knock at all. They had decided to move in together a few weeks ago.Still, the singer shrugged it off, thinking that he probably had just forgotten his keys. Everyone did so from time to time.So, there she went, prancing towards the door like a kid on Christmas day, switching the lights back on so she wouldnât end up stepping on any of the pets.Her heart was light and joyful, as it had been for the last few weeks, when life started to make sense again. The storm was finally coming to an end, gray clouds breaking into beautiful streams of gold sunlight that filled her spirit with hope. Hope for a better future.Hope that was immediately shattered once Willow opened the door to find herself face to face with the one person she had prayed never to see again.âJames? What are you doing here?â The blonde asked with a mix of confusion, disbelief, anger and terror in her voice.The mere sight of his face was enough to make her stomach churn.
Those eyes, so deep and gray, which haunted her every nightmare since she saw them for the last time, looking back at her like a ghost in the dim light of a cursed house.She wanted to scream.âHey⌠I'm sorry for showing up out of nowhere like this but⌠I wanted to see you.â The man spoke in a calm, controlled tone, which almost sounded rehearsed.Willow had heard that tone many times before in the past.âI saw you a few days ago at that gathering.â He continued, clearly referring to the night in which her best friend had to break into a party bathroom to pull her out of a panic attack. Yes, she had seen him too. âItâs been so long I barely believed it was you. To be honest, I never thought Iâd see you again.âThere was a reason for that. A very good one, too. Perhaps it was related to the fact that Willow still found herself waking up in a cold sweat after reliving that horrible night in her sleep, never fully able to escape him or his piercing words. That was a pretty valid reason never to see him again, in the singerâs opinion.âYou wouldâve been right about that. After all, I told you loud and clear that I never wanted to see you again after we ended things. Somehow it mustâve slipped your mind.âA shadow of recognition crossed Jamesâ unsettlingly inexpressive eyes, giving them an oddly somber quality before all traces of genuine emotion disappeared once again. Always impossible to read.âPlease, Willow⌠You couldnât possibly have meant that.â He spoke in a soft, mellow tone that would have made the singerâs knees grow weak a couple of years ago. But now it only brought chills down her spine. âWe were together for four years. We were planning a life, a future⌠How can something like that just end?ââIt ends when you treat the person you claim to love like theyâre worthless. Did you just happen to forget the things you said to me?âThe barely contained clench of his jaw told Willow everything she needed to know. Of course he remembered. How could he forget the words that had been the final nail on the coffin of their relationship? The words that finally broke them apart.I need a real wife, Willow! Not a silly superstar.She surely hadnât forgotten.âWillow⌠I know I said some things in the heat of the moment that I can never take back. I know that and I regret it every day! But I donât want this to be the endâŚâ Jamesâ speech gradually became more charged, more pleading as he stood on her front porch light with open hands extending towards her. âIâm not going out like this. I just canât, itâs not in me. Iâm going to fight for us, Willow. Iâm promising you that right now.âIâm going to fight for usâŚSuddenly the world around Willow fell into a deep, deafening silence that made her feel like she was floating. Floating into that same ocean she had nearly drowned in around two years ago. She could hear nothing but the sound of her heartbeat - the steady beating of a distant drum that seemed to grow louder as the waves crashed around her. When she sucked in a breath, the air burned through her lungs like salt water, threatening to suffocate her instead of keeping her alive.And the only thing her eyes could see was red. The same shade of crimson that used to represent her love for him. The same shade that now could only be related to rage.âFight for us?â Was the first sentence that escaped Willowâs lips, spat in a low whisper of dripping venom. âEvery single day I begged you to fight for us, James. I was down on my hands and knees, pleading for you to do something, to take a risk, to choose me! But even after my knees were raw and bleeding, all you ever gave me was nothing. I gave you everything and you gave me nothing!âA stream of fresh hot tears began rolling down her cheeks, burning the skin like acid rain falling from her eyes. And even at the height of all her repressed emotions, James still refused to utter a single word. All he did was simply⌠Stare. Stare at the woman he ruined with so little effort whilst still believing he could have her.But he was wrong. She wasnât his and never would be. Not again. Never again.âYou know thatâs not true.â Soon came his clinically controlled answer, though the cracks in his porcelain mask were beginning to show. His voice had become less monotone. âI was right there when the world turned its back on you. I held you when you cried, I sheltered you from the fire when everyone wanted you to burn! Does that count for nothing?ââIt did count for something, James. Thatâs why I fell in love with you, why I wanted to have a life with you. But that only lasted until my desires became too inconvenient for your plans. For your picket fence dream. Your empathy only lasted until I stopped being the perfect version of myself you had created in your head. You didnât love me⌠You loved the perfect fantasy of me you had created in your head.ââThatâs not true.â He quickly denied.âIt is true. You and I know it. We both wanted to stay in that comfortable haze of denial until it started to kill us. And the worst part is that⌠Is that you would have let it happen. You would rather let us suffocate than ever admit that something was wrong!âHe wanted to deny it. She could see it in his expression, in his posture. The way his shoulders were squared and his jaw was clenched so tightly Willow was surprised his teeth could withstand it. He never once admitted that things between them were falling apart. Throughout the entirety of their relationship, never once had James acknowledged their issues, the things that slowly ate them from the inside out âtil there was nothing left but a hollow shell. And the worst part was⌠Up until this day, the singer wasnât sure whether his blindness was due to willful denial or genuine ignorance. But regardless of that answer, the outcome would always be the same. Ruin.âYou canât just throw away everything we were. Everything weâve been through. Please, Willow⌠Iâm begging you to give us another chance. Is our love not worth it?âOh⌠That plea would have shattered her heart into a million pieces two years ago. How many times had that gentleness, that melancholy fooled her before? How many times had she caved and told herself this could still work? He could still change. He could still choose her.Their love could still flourish.She knew better now.âItâs over, James. You lost me a long time ago. I canât give our love a second chance because it doesnât exist anymore. It hasnât for a long time.â Came her last resolve, head held high and words uttered in confidence, despite the tears that still glistened in her eyes. Once again she was a Phoenix standing before him, rising from the ashes one last time. âI deserve better. You couldnât choose me when I was yours, so now you lost that chance. Nothing you can say or do will ever change that. So, please⌠Leave me alone.ââYou canât do this⌠You canât treat me like Iâm nothing, like we were nothing! Four years of our lives together and you throw it all away for what? For fame? How is that more important than us? âThe porcelain mask had now finally crumbled away, suddenly revealing the man behind it and his stormy, pleading eyes. Those were the eyes that haunted her dreams. The ones she saw right before the end, the ones that broke her into pieces and added insult to injury. They were the eyes of a man who lost the fight⌠Yet still wanted the prize.âJames, please! Fame has nothing to do with it and you know that! Please, just let me go, things will never go back to the way they were!â The girl pleaded, though it clearly fell on deaf ears. James was far beyond the point of rationality.âWhy not? Iâm here, am I not? Do you want me to gravel at your feet, to get down on my knees and beg? You told me to fight, so Iâm fighting! Isnât that enough?â His voice had now become heavy with all the emotions he had tried so hard to repress, but there was only so much pressure you could take before the dam broke and released it all at once. Stepping forward, James raised his hand to cup Willowâs cheek in a desperate hold, not giving her the chance to step back as he held her tightly against his body. âYou loved me, didnât you? That canât be gone! Tell me itâs not gone!âWillow didnât have enough strength to fight him, no matter how hard she tried. She was so tired⌠So tired of having to carry this burden, of having to take the blame for everything. Why couldnât life just move on, why couldnât he just understand?Two years of anger and hurt were now coming to a head all at once as the singer tried fruitlessly to push her former lover away. She begged and cried, but it was all for nothing. James couldnât hear her. Or didnât want to hear her. She didnât know which was worse. All she knew was that it needed to stop. Everything needed to stop.That was the last thing on her mind before time seemed to come to a halt as the strong lights of a car illuminated her driveway. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was sheer luck⌠But something out there had listened to her prayers.It would be over. Soon it would be over.