Willow.
The sun hadn’t even risen fully when I snapped awake. Not from a nightmare or even from noise. Just that deep gut twisting instinct that said get up and start moving. Be seen and be ready like I used to have the first two years I came here. I was always on the move till Damon joined the picture and something happened.
My body had stopped doing it on its own these days ever since Damon made me his second. Even now long before the Institute would come alive with clashing blades and shouted orders, I moved quickly.
The rhythm of routine is sinking into my skin like second nature. First shirt then buckle then trousers followed by boots. There was no time for breakfast and mo space for hesitation. Just the sound of purpose in my blood and the sharp memory of what it meant to lead
