If I Only Could // {Willow

There was something about old guns that fascinated little Miss Willow. Perhaps it was because the instruments were the first of a new kind of killing device. It wasn’t as if she adored killing machines. She hated death. However, she had quite the inventive mind and weapons so happened to be the object of her father’s and, later on, her own interest. Now back to the wonderful inventions. Soon, the simple designed guns became the complex structured the weapons people know today. However, sometimes, she just enjoys glimpsing into the past at the instruments that began her grand obsession of guns.

She glanced down at one of the many guns on display. It was lovely as all the other guns were. She only wished to touch the instrument due to the beautiful structure and, what she assumed, perfect aim. Well, looking at a gun without shooting it doesn’t help give her a clear visual of its aim sights. However, the store that design these guns are known to be carried by Peacekeepers. Willow assumed the guns would have to have a perfect aim in case those police figures ever needed to shoot a citizen. She hoped she wouldn’t have to see it demonstrated in that way.

Lucky for her, she wouldn’t have to witness a person getting shot in order to see a gun being demonstrated. That was one of the lovely things about this shop. They had demonstrations for weapons. That was also another reason she even stepped in the shop. When it came to demonstrating her own weapons in her basement, she could not shoot straight. When she kept missing her target, her first idea was that the sites on her gun were not aligned correctly. However, her father proved that theory incorrect. It took out the target and rushed off to work. Damn her father’s badassness.

Her fingers swiftly pulled back as if she were about to touch an electric fence. She shouldn’t be here. She was nervous enough taking part in something completely illegal in her basement. Looking at weapons with the passion in her eyes while Peacekeepers walked around was not the brightest thing to be taking part in. With that thought, she straighten her back and crossed her thin arms across her chest. It took all she had to take that look from her face. It was difficult to not have passion for these weapons.

Her feet moved as she continued to look at the weapons. That look still lingered in her brown eyes but Willow figured a Peacekeeper could still catch sight of it. Damn. She was screwed. Her eyes looked to another gun. It was simple. It wasn’t like the one’s she had in her basement. Her designs looked more like toys. She hoped a little child doesn’t cross them. But the gun wasn’t flashy like some of the others. That made it unique. “Beautiful,” she muttered under her breath. She hoped no one would hear her voice. It was always odd to cross a person who speaks to himself or herself. Damn. Willow was weird.

occ: i am soooo sorry that this is late!!