Standing up you turn to look at Willow. The frail little fairy still cannot meet your gaze, focusing instead to look at your feet. The shy beauty shook at the idea of being put in chains.
Or you washing her for that matter. Willow releases your hand to grip the bottom half of her raggedy blanket, pulling it down to more securely shield her lower half from your gaze. "P-please don't. I-I won't use magic...…I promise." Willow begged as tears fell from her eyes.
As you consider your options your gaze moved to her wings. While beautiful you know they are also a symbol of power. Power that could very well be yours to control but could also be used against you. She is docile now but if given the chance she could very well kill you and Garmen. Perhaps in the future you could allow her to be near water but for now you need to be cautious.
"Willow....I need you to listen." You say before slowly closing the distance between the two of you and gently placing a hand on her cheek. You gingerly guide her face up to look at yours. "We are still strangers. I want to trust you but first you need to show me your trust.
You can fight me if you wish but I must restrain you if I am going to wash you." Willow imminently backed away from you, pressing her back against the wall. Garmen retrieves some shackles from his desk and moves to stand next to you. The shackles have Celtic runes carved onto them, meant to block magic. Waving a hand in front of Garmen you signal him to wait.
You slowly move closer to Willow, doing your best not to spook her further. "Look Willow let's be honest here. We are strangers right now, and I get not wanted to let someone you don't know tie you down even more than you are now. But if I wanted to I could simply grab you and force you down. Now I don't want to do that."
You stand directly in front of Willow once more, looking down at the small shivering girl. Gently you glide your hands up her arms. She flinches at your touch but makes no moves to escape your grasp. Her skin is smooth and cool. As if you were gently placing your hand on the top of a lake in fall.
Willow hugs the tattered blanket even closer to herself as she tries not to panic. Slowly you move your hands onto hers, her shaking becomes more prominent as your knuckles press into her breasts. "Willow.....I want you to let go. Show me I can trust you." Willow looks up to you for but a moment, her violet eyes stained with tears.
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