#pararory

[william-elliott]

Your Biggest Mistake || Rory& Will

Having a human on his side wasn't anything to cheer about- and if anything, Will was repulsed by the thought. The only reason he wanted to see her to ensure that she'd be broken at his feet by the time she came of age. She'd know nothing useful on demons or how to beat them, but would have an extensive knowledge on everything else in the supernatural world that was taking place in Beacon Hills. Rory could help him- fight for him, and if she happened to die, that would be fine. Possessing a dead body came with the benefits of no second mind screaming to be set free.

Knowing Rory at this point, she'd be coming in during her free period and they would talk about everything going on. He'd fill her head with lies left and right among the tidbits of truth. He could say how terrible these hunters actually were and how they didn't abide by their code. He could say how feral these wolves are and their mindsets of how superior they were to every other being. Anything, just anything to piss her off even more- or just walk her down the road to her own destruction. 

Feeling no need to look his best, Will sat with his usual mess of files here and there and flipped through the pages and scribbled notes left and right. The neat cursive writing emitting a low noise behind the silence of the ticking clock that hung above the door and with that, he could feel Rory's presence growing closer. Pulling out two mugs and the appropriate dressings for their drinks, the demon plugged in the kettle and waited for his new project to walk through that door. The project that was just a mere tool in order to stir up more drama in the lovely town of Beacon Hills. 

[william-elliott]

Gods and Monsters || Rory& Will

Between making deals with Sam, confronting Allison and Isaac, and his other patients, Will's nerves were a mixture of fried and excited. Sure, he should be glad he was succeeding in his own foul concoctions, but he had a lot on his plate. He still had to cover his tracks while playing the guidance counselor and made sure nobody opened their mouth, not like that should be a problem. Cora and him were on good terms, but Allison and Isaac would have to keep quiet. Oh, and Sam wasn't anything to worry about. He was leashed. No issues there. 

With his coat buttoned up and a scarf wrapped around his neck that tucked just under the second button, Will walked at a slow pace around Beacon Hills. He needed to clear his head and just get some personal time away from his patients and staff. They might be working for him, but they weren't people Will would call friends. The majority of them were too busy fucking around with their patients and thinking about switching vessels as if Will would let them. 

The demon's steps seemed silent when overpowered by the light breeze, crickets, and rustling leaves. His shoes not making a sound as his heel hit pavement and the only thing giving him away was his outline and fogging breath. The moon had taken her throne in the sky and stars glistened by her side. Slipping a cigarette from his pack of Marlboros, the stick was placed between his lips and a lighter coughed a few times before igniting the tip. The demon sucked on the filter and let the smoke fly from his lips into the air. He knew the vessel's previous owner hated smoking, and would openly protest every chance he could get inside the confines of his mind, but that didn't stop the demon. 

If anything, Will thought that he should appreciate at how good of a condition he kept the body. No cuts or bruises nor a single blemish. All of it was perfect. With a sigh, he continued his leisurely pace with his eyes gazing here or there but not for too long. He was soaking in the scenery the world outside of Hell offered and the cool air. Hell had Will hate the heat, so when winter came around, he found himself outside as much as possible. It was almost sad, but he deserved his time in the end.

Throwing the memory aside, he looked onward to find himself looking as a lone girl who obviously didn't understand the dangers of the town. With wolves and demons walking around, nobody was safe. With a snicker, he considered scaring her off just to watch her scream, but why waste a perfect opportunity for another vessel? Time was money, and despite not needing another body for sale, the demon liked knowing his inventory was properly stocked. He quickened his strides and his eyes locked onto the girl. Too easy.