what am i to you?
send me a “what am i?” for my muse to describe yours in three words.
three words is too few to describe what will is to him, but...
to start, will is temptation: the desperate itch of a mosquito bite, the flared hook caught in the back of his throat, the ache of desire that coils like a venomous snake in his gut. a blessing and a curse. an angel on his shoulder, demanding sacrifice that doesn’t end in blood. an inclination to mask his nature, to shroud it in a blinding light, to pray that it will hide the long shadow cast behind it.
and then will is emotion: the pain of a broken heart he hadn’t been aware existed, shriveled and blackened but not yet tucked beneath the earth. the fantasy of a better life, not committed to the defilement of everything around him but to someone he can imagine a future with. someone to build a home with. to bask in the monotony of domesticity in spite of everything he’s ever been. to share in both good and bad, in horror and in bliss. to allow himself the opportunity to feel something for another living being.
lastly, will is evolution: a tale as old as time in which we leave pieces of ourselves in everyone we meet. ezra has always left the worst parts of himself in everyone else and rejected the fragments of everyone else. he can’t do that with will, even if he tries. like a fish growing legs to take its first, wobbly steps onto dry land, he is forced to grow the beginnings of a heart. a soul. a capacity for change that he never thought existed.
