#*reads her dragonfly marble statue quote* hmm somebody is deprived of art that no one has made before

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

willow: and my favorite thing about explosions has to be just how pretty they are :). in a sudden flash everything around you goes up in reds and golds so bright it makes your eyes water. and when it shakes the ground you can feel it in your teeth and bones. like it goes overtop of you- like a wave, but hotter and faster. and when you open your eyes back up again its like you're in a completely different place. and its like. nothing else in the whole world exists but you, and everything that's burning down around you :).

wilson: wow willow that was. that was kind of nice. almost like poetry.

willow: no it wasn't. explosions are pretty because they blow people up. shut up.

i've said this somewhere before but i think willow's relationship with art- especially profound or professional art- is really interesting. she feels no need to understand or contemplate it, which is fine because she doesn't have to. but she also gives off the impression that something like that could never come out of her- or that it's beneath (or really in this case, above) her. which i personally believe is very false.

i feel as if you got willow distracted enough not to notice she could actually end up sounding really profound and craft some really nice verbal prose around stuff that she actually enjoys. i think the issue is though that if you pointed that out she would stop immediately. and maybe bite you.