#chat: will

[gallowsheart]

❝ hello there, handsome. ❞

@mxrvelouscreations

Travel was a necessary part of running a multi-million dollar business, and like everything, there were upsides and downsides to it. One of the downsides of this trip was that his flight left at an obscene hour the next morning, so ungodly early that William didn't see the point in going to sleep at all. It would just make him slow and groggy if he tried. Sure, he could have chartered a private jet, but he needed everything to be above board for this deal. He was willing to sacrifice a little comfort to make that happen.

That evening found him seated at the hotel bar with his briefcase and a pile of papers to go over. He'd shed his jacket and tie and loosened the top button on his shirt, but that was as casual as he was willing to get in a public setting. He had standards. There was a half-empty glass of top shelf whiskey sitting forgotten, and he'd just set down his pen and stretched when someone took the empty seat next to him. People very rarely surprised William, but those weren't the words he was expecting to come out of his mouth. He took a moment to look him over, noting the very obvious gap in their ages but choosing not to comment on it. He admired the boldness of a direct approach. "Hello. Can I buy you a drink?"

[animpracticalheart]

All it had taken when he came out of his room was a single look to get Fiyero to cover him at the bookstore for the day and go hunting for Dorothy to keep him company. The anger hadn’t completely dimmed but the bottle of whiskey had done a lot to drown it. A large cup of coffee, actual food, some medicine let him do what he needed, starting with replacing Leo’s bottle. His silent way of saying thank you and apologizing all in one, and he knew that after this long, his friend would understand. 

All day, he mulled over how to put words to everything he’d spent years burying. It took a little while for him to realize he didn’t have to touch every bit of it immediately, and it helped some. It was Will, the one person he could always talk to when he didn’t want to talk to anyone else. That was somehow part of the problem and part of the solution all at once. He picked up an order of food that was hanging from one hand as he walked up to Will’s door. 

Taking a deep breath, he rested his forehead against the door frame, steeling himself. When he felt less like running, he straightened and knocked briskly. Hearing him on the other side, he held out the food, “Dinner.” 

@heartlikeawound​

[fiyeroooo-nope]

@heartlikeawound​

Most of Fiyero’s life was spent bopping around as he pleased, talking to the people and things that caught his interest. His family was always a part of that, the core of him that always reminded him of who he was even when parts were lost. The thing was, he *knew* who he was, even if other things escaped him. He knew that he loved to tease Dorothy until she was purple, that he could listen to Nick read for hours, that Leo was the softest and smartest if he needed help. 

When Dorothy had given Nick the most pointed and stern look he had ever seen on his face, a feeling had sunk its claws into his chest and wouldn’t let go. He loved his family, even on the days he forgot everything else. That love drove him to Will after he had seen that distractingly beautiful redhead be the subject of Will’s focus. It wasn’t right, and the look on Dorothy’s face had driven him further than he would usually go on his own.

Strolling nonchalantly into Will’s space, he sighed softly. He didn’t like that he was so far from the rest of them, and only hoped it would change soon. “You know,” he said easily as he walked in, like he wasn’t disrupting anything, “I don’t have much of a brain, but I know some things.” It was exceedingly rare that Fiyero drew attention to his lack of immediate memory. 

[kisscflife]

Path of a mage || Will and Ambroise

Through the grapevine, Ambroise heard of a lone mage who hadn’t finished their trial to become an advisor at the Naturia Church. Quite some time passed since the apprentice returned home, causing the Warlock much worry. His mind made up, he recklessly ventured into dangerous territory. He wasn’t permitted to interfere with a mage’s Harrowing, but he couldn’t in good conscience leave someone to die. “I could be excommunicated for this.” He thought aloud. Hopefully, the mage hadn’t been killed in the Fade — or worse, possessed by a Demon— but only time would tell if they’d passed their trials.

Stepping into a clearing with ease, Broise met a young man’s green-eyed gaze. “By the gods!” The blonde haired male whispered, hurrying over to the mage. Glancing around, he saw the remains of a wolf and all at once understood: the redhead had killed the creature in self defense. Wolves were pack animals that seldom hunted alone. And where there was one wolf, the rest of its group would surely follow.

“Are you all right?” Ambroise questioned, slowly approaching the boy. At the moment, he had no way of knowing if a Demon gained possession of the other Warlock. @greatforcesofnature

[helenahastings-blog]

beating berserkers;

@willxtorres

It hadn’t been a good week. One moment, Helena was scooping fun sized KitKats from a pumpkin shaped bucked into the bags of face painted ghouls and witches, the next-- she was careening though the woods, hunting down her own kind. There hadn’t been time to consider what had happened, instead, her days bled into her nights. Blood soaked her skin and stained blonde hair and exhaustion seeped into her bones. The full moon rose baldly above the forest, offering a relief in the form of her pack. Most of them had surfaced, unharmed and unchanged, but a full count would have to wait until later.

Grey fur looked russet under the glow of the moon and her long gait was met with that of a familiar hued wolf. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” Amber eyes scanned the dense woods. “You ever hunt a berserker, William?”

[lailarenaud-blog]

@willxtorres

“No shirt, no shoes, no fuckin’ service,” Laila sighed, shoving the aggressive vampire back towards the entrance. He’d shown up in some metallic outfit that he had claimed to be ‘European’ but the wolf at the door had snarled something back about the stretch in the fabric being obscene. When he was finally out of the building, she paused, feeling the weight of an unexpected audience upon her. The blonde whipped around, narrowing light eyes as she took in a familiar crooked smile. "Yikes,” the wolf snorted, sidling over to Will, “Don’t tell me that was your friend.”

[murderxhusbands]

" hey, babe! sorry about the wait, traffic was brutal… "

@hollowpillow

It was safe to say that Hannibal didn't eat in any substandard restaurants, many of them with a dress code, and he was an expert in picking out at a glance who didn't belong there. Contrary to popular myth, there was no way to dress like you had money if you didn't. The signs were always there. It was hardly his business if people wanted to pretend to be what they weren't--far be it from him to judge while wearing what Bedelia called his well-crafted human suit--but he enjoyed picking out the flaws in the facade and guessing at what was underneath.

He was barely in the door before he spotted the man sitting alone. He may as well have been painted in neon for all he didn't belong there, less for the way he was dressed than for how glaringly uncomfortable he looked. It was a split second's decision, one he wouldn't have been able to pinpoint the reasoning for if asked--not that Hannibal often dove deep into his reasoning for doing things, beyond the fact that it interested or amused him--to cross to the table and sit in the chair opposite him. There were half a dozen subtle signals, but it was still a guess that he'd been jilted by a date. If he was wrong, well, that would be interesting too.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. The traffic is merciless."