#muse: will

[thenexusofsouls]

"Merry Christmas Will.. I uh.. I might have found some mistletoe.." (from Leigh)

@mxrvelouscreations

Will instantly started laughing out of sheer shyness at the implication of what Leigh was saying. "Did you? Really?" He wondered where, actually. "And that-... Is that... supposed to mean... what I think you want it to mean?" Why was he turning into a bashful, fourteen year-old high school boy at the idea of kissing Leigh?

They hadn't really done anything yet, not in that vein at least, though she'd been living with him long enough for them to definitely have something going on. It might not have crossed over into anything physical yet, beyond hugging or her curling up against them on the couch, but... yeah, there was something here, definitely. Maybe it was time to take that next step? The idea that she would want to take this next innocent step with him delighted him, actually. "Sure, I'm... I'm down, if you want to," he said. "Where is it, though? We gotta like... kiss underneath it or it's not official," he said playfully.

[psychic-master-will]

"Yes, this heat and humidity are nasty.

No, I refuse to change my outfit to something more cool and comfortable."

[a-hell-of-a-lot-of-muses]

@eternalstarlights

"So you wish to know more about my psychic powers?" Will's smile widened as he waited for the other trainer's answer. "I don't mind sharing, though I am curious as to why you've asked all of a sudden~"

[hurtpeoplearelethal]

Continued from X

Will rubbed his hands together as he thought of the answer to her question. “I do,” he finally said softly with a single nod. He knew that the us that they were was as fucked up as Gen admitted but that didn’t mean that they couldn’t work, not to him anyways. He knew he wanted to be with her and he would stay by her side if that wasn’t something she wanted but he wasn’t going to keep it inside any longer. @hardfcclings​

[vnights]

William- 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 <or maybe did is the better phrasing>

Asks from here!

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦: do (did) you want to be a parent?

“..No. I was convinced into having one, and then.. Came two more. I cherish them, yes, but if I knew then what I know now, things may have been different today.”

[lipstickchatexu]

based on this gif set 

it’s not the nightmare that wakes him. it’s the familiar feeling of arms wrapping around him. at first he doesn’t even realize that his heart is racing or how his body is shaking. there’s a cold sweat breaking out on his skin, ‘hmmm?’ will murmurs, slowly coming out of his heavy sleep at the sound of the other’s voice. before he’s even aware that the nightmare is over, he’s laying his hand over the others, ‘i’m sorry.’ he murmurs, interlocking their fingers, ‘i woke you up, didn’t i?’ it’s worded like a statement and not a question. it takes his body a moment to adjust but the more he settles into the other male’s arms, the less he shakes. it’s always amazed him how he reacts to the other’s touch, ‘it was just another nightmare.’ he nods, more to himself. they both knew his nightmares where getting worse. the medication was supposed to help but william didn’t like taking it. he hated how it made him feel, ‘don’t say it.’ he shakes his head, not wanting a speech from the other about his meds, ‘i’ll take the damn pills tomorrow. i promise. i don’t feel like getting scolded right now...’ he sighs, letting his eyes fall shut again, ‘can you just hold me until i fall asleep? please.’

[aworldfullofmuses-archived-blog]

@sincerexsiren

Since the day Trinity discovered his bloody and broken body and took him to her home to nurse him back to health, Will found peace in the Grace House - a place he could call ‘home’. Not a temporary one, but a permanent safe haven for him to live with the woman he loved and the daughters he looked to as his own in some way. 

Mornings at the Grace House almost seemed to be days plucked out of his dreams; the girls chased each other around the front lawn, all the while Will watched and smiled at the beautiful sight. Though, after a while, his mind began to wander...

Wander back to a time he wished he could just put behind him all together. But for whatever reason life decided to never give an explanation for, he couldn’t. He could see his late beloved Maria standing gracefully underneath an apple tree they had planted together, her hands caressing the rounded bulge that was her pregnant belly. Inside of her, she carried his child...The child he never got to meet...because he killed its mother. He killed them both...

A deep growl rumbled in his throat as his anger began to boil. The beast inside of him saw this slip of control as an opportunity to ascend from its prison to the surface of his being. His nails began to extend and sharpen, as did his teeth. His sky blues glowered a deep golden hue. This wasn’t intentional, and he didn’t even know that it was happening as his mind continued to venture into those dark corners of his memories; flaunting what he could have had and throwing the fact that he was the reason it never happened in his face.