âno,â he tosses the polka dot shirt at will with the aim of knocking the phone out of his hand, âi just donât wanna look like shit for class, thatâs all. câmon. dots or pineapples?â he frowns down at the pineapple shirt in his hands, head tipping to the side as he considers his options. âdâyou think itâs too late for pineapples? theyâre pretty summery, and itâs - not so summery? outside?â he shakes his head, amends that with, âitâs fall, i mean.â
     matt has very good aim, unsurprisingly. his phone falls down onto his chest, hands moving to pick up the thrown poka dot shirt. itâs A LOT. â just having that thought is a lot more effort than most people put into what they wear to class, â will scoffs, gaze finally shifting to matt. â besides, i wonât worry about it ; whatever you wear SOMEHOW ends up looking good anyway, â god, he canât believe he said that. he lets out a drawn out, long-suffering sigh, one hand waving in a vague direction. â ---- just do me a favor and google when fall officially starts. â
âi mean, i guess, but iâd feel like iâd have to do all that - date stuff,â like in movies, where the guy has to do a whole song and dance to get someone to say yes, and then be all flattering and suave and shit. matt likes to think of himself as charming, but suave? no way. not his thing. heâs more a bull in a china shop than a guy in a tux with a smirky-smile asking you to dance. matt sputters at the threat and pouts, though he does trudge towards the door begrudgingly. âcâmon, you know i canât bike back from there with all the shit we need to make the place, uh, good?â like the fancy blender sitting on top of mattâs desk that he spent way too much money on âcause it seemed like a sort of good idea at the time.
     will laughs, loud and bright at that, one hand clapping heavily on mattâs shoulder as he passes. â thatâs why i love you, man, â he says. the tones of jest are still there, but something twists deep inside him and he busies himself with closing the door behind him so he doesnât have to think about it. there are lines like the red and blue striped onto the ice and he would do well to remind himself NOT to cross them. â ------ you could always buy shit online, â he offers, heading down the hall toward the stairs. â then you donât even have to leave your bed. â
âgross,â he repeat himself, âcause it is and heâs wholly committed to complaining the whole time if willâs really gonna help him clean off his car. matthew gets more than enough rides in it that this could probably be classed as compensation, even if he does shove gas money into his roommateâs hand at any possible chance, âyou need to, uh, pick better parking spots.â at the mention of mattâs chronic inability ( itâs not really, but hey, how do you tell someone youâre pining after that you wanna take him as a date? ) to get a date to the athletes formal he feels his face heating up, âawh, shut up, i could totally get a date if i, uh, wanted to. but then iâd have to, yâknow, deal with all the date stuff.â he shrugs, but he does fiddle idly with the collar of his shirt. hm.
     â itâs just athletes formal --- iâm sure plenty of girls wouldnât pass up a night of free booze and what-not, even on a one-time condition. â hey, heâs done it. faceless brunettes whoâd come and stayed just long enough for dinner and then disappeared into the crowd once the hour got late ( okay, maybe heâs not the best metric for this, but itâs not his fault he always ends up keeping matt company... or at least, thatâs what heâll tell himself ). will rolls his eyes for good measure and heads for the door, still open ajar from his dramatic entrance. he pulls it open the rest of the way, head jerking towards the parking lot, â ----- stop complaining, matty, or i swear, iâll never take you to target again. â thereâs no real heat in his words, however, and thatâs noticeable.
âwhich one?â heâs awkwardly juggling two shirts in an attempt to hold them both up to himself at once. listen - mattâs many things, and hopeless at fashion is counted among those things. at least heâs self aware enough to check with someone else before trying to put together something semi-presentable to put on, âi like this one,â a button down patterned with little pineapples is wiggled, âbut this one seems a little more, uh, serious?â a button down thatâs almost exactly the same but with little polka dots is wiggled in much the same manner.
     fluid dynamics makes more sense to will than mattâs fashion sense which is really saying something, but heâs known that for years now. both shirts he can see in his peripherals look absolutely tragic and not worth really moving his gaze from his insta feed. he stretches on his bed, one leg flopping over the edge toward the floor. â whatâs the occasion --- got a HOT date? give her my condolences. â ( ----------- and if he hopes the answer is no ; say nothing about it ).
said bristle brush isnât caught, the thing smacking him in the face and a mumbled protest slipping from his lips. not that heâs been doing anything more than laying splayed across his bed, trying to muster up the determination to work on some homework, butâŠstill. bristle brush to the face. âhey,â he protests while sitting up, nose wrinkling at the description, âuh, gross? couldnât you just, uh, go through the car wash, though?â still, heâs getting up and haphazardly shoving his feet into a pair of sneakers.
     â itâs REALLY dried on --- itâs gunna take more muscle than a car wash can muster to get this shit off. â no pun intended there, but too late to take it back. will emerges triumphant with a plastic bucket ( who knows why they have it, but itâll serve he needs perfectly right now ), a smile threatening to tug at the corner of his mouth at the sight of matt getting up in spite of his questions. â besides --- â he adds, a smirk does break out at that, â itâs hot out ; you can take your shirt off and let the girls oogle you --- who knows, maybe youâll actually get a date to athletes formal this year. â
     // @fiieldloved // a bristle brush thrown into his face is the greeting matt gets when will waltzes into their dorm room, backpack dropped haphazardly onto his bed, the bed springs offering a token squeak in protest. will rattles around in their closet, an explanation thrown out over his shoulder. â you gotta help me wash the jeep, bro --- it looks like a flock of birds got fucking DIARRHEA while flying over it or something. i canât drive it like that. â
ă logan shroyer. male. ăhave you seen WILLIAM FEATHER around yet? i hear he decided to be in AUDUX for their JUNIOR year as a AERONAUTICS major. the 21 year old SHEEP is known to be easygoing, laidback, private and aggressive. âš the muse is written by reese. they are 21, in the est.
AESTHETICS
youâre always cold ( cold hands, cold feet ), born on the coldest day of the year, breathing in snowflakes and chill lining your lungs ; itâs only fitting you came to love a sport carved into ice.
you feel warm when you look at him, though, even if you know nothing can happen â still itâs nice to be warm. ( the fear of being found out, exposed, is COLD ).
sweat drips down your back : one bead for every sacrifice, for whatever it takes to make it to the nhl. the bruises on your body never heal before the next: knuckles, ribs, legs, arms â who you are on the ice doesnât match up with what they see off it, at least what they think they see.
easy smiles are your mask, jokes and amicability not quite a facade ( theyâre REAL enough ), but thereâs so much behind them no one gets to â you donât let them.
you burn cold, so used to the feeling of freezing that sometimes the warmth HURTS â but god knows, youâll protect anything that makes that cold fire in you turn HOT.
THE STORY
â will feather was born on the coldest day of the year in a snowstorm, it was only fitting then he would love the cold like nothing else. he fell in love with skating long before he did the sport of hockey : he loved how it made him feel, how exhilarating and freeing it was. when he was eight, he picked up his first hockey stick ( a little LATE by some standards ) and fell in love again.
â he was born in minnesota but his family moved to buffalo when he was ten. he ended up playing for the junior sabres through his adolescent years ; also playing soccer and lacrosse.
â he was offered a scholarship to play on the lockwood hockey team his senior year of high school, something he jumped on immediately. the summer after his high school graduation, he was also drafted in the third round of the 2016 nhl draft 99th overall in his hometown team to his hometown team the buffalo sabres.
â meeting matt ( @fiieldloved ) was a complete ACCIDENT. back at home in buffalo he wasnât more than a face in the hallway, some vaguely hot face thatâd yelled at him he needed to find his keys NOW, but still just a face. that is until some poor intern in the front office saw the word HOCKEY and concluded they had to be on the same team â no matter that matt played FIELD HOCKEY and will played ICE HOCKEY.
â they never did bother to correct the mistake, and that front office mistake would become of the best things to happen to him since hockey. they became fast friends, and certainly the fact will was almost always a sure form of transportation back home helped. frequent hour and a half hour drives are enough to make anyone friends.
â matt was easy to hang out with and a good, loyal friend ; and as much as will loved his teammates, it was nice to have someone outside the team to talk to.
†MISCÂ
â- will spends his summers not in buffalo but in minnesota at his familyâs lake house. he 100% has that dumb minnesota energy and posts videos to his insta story of him wakeboarding all the time. when heâs not training and preparing for the season or playing in da beauty league ( a summer minnesota hockey league ), heâs probably on a boat.
â will is extremely loyal to the people close to him, especially his teammates and matt friends. he once beat someone up pretty badly for hurting matt. they really donât talk about it.
â his parents are devout christians ; will is not.
â he doesnât believe in romantic love, really. he really does like matt though and heâs not sure how to feel about that. so heâs going to not think about it for now. the other problem with matt is also that heâs, well, a guy. heâs terrified of his feelings being found out. and now with all this bs with the cameras everywhere, heâs almost paranoid about it.
â PLAYING STYLE: heâs a defenseman, kinda like will borgen. has an offensive upside but is mostly a defensive defenseman and quite physical, isnât afraid to get in playersâ faces or under their skin, has gotten into more than his fair share of scrapes, adds that âgritâ to a lineup. the kind to be a menace on the ice but invaluable in the locker room ; loyal to a fault, willing to protect anyone on the team. the fact that he may be considered an undersized defenseman at 5âČ11âł is something completely lost on him.
â personality-wise heâs mostly easy-going but heâs got some sharp edges and sometimes tends to come across a bit curt. heâs most relaxed around matt and his team. heâs a very private person and doesnât tell much ; itâs not super obvious though, because heâs still personable and likes to keep things light.
â heâs the kind of person that you donât really know is there all the time. willâs very light on his and feet and stealthy despite his size, mostly likely due from a childhood full of tiptoeing around. he doesnât see much use in standing out â he has his team, the rest heâll figure out as he goes.
â heâs studying aeronautics because the one thing he wanted to be besides a hockey player is a pilot.