#policeman-william

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Disaster incoming for @punkbites

The rest of the weekend was - luckily - pretty eventless on William’s side, and after a hangover and a breakfast, he managed to escape his parents. No doubt everyone in the little family would end up hearing about his playtime with a knife…

For now however, he was back on the job and in the street, patrolling with Gin like he did most of the time. He had mentioned the wound to her just in case, not wanting his coworker to have a bad surprise - or slap his arm by accident. His more than light explanation made her stare with scrutiny, but she didn’t pry… Yet.

So everything was pretty much back to the usual, to the point William nearly wished for something to happen. Nothing bad to anyone of course, he wasn’t the kind to wish for people’s sorrow, but the day was pretty slow that far, to the point of being boring.

“You still don’t want to tell me how you got that wound ?”

Gin poked, apparently reached by the general tranquility of the day and looking for a distraction. “I told you. Someone got attacked and I got in the middle.”

Her gaze was telling him pretty much what she was thinking, just as well as words would.

“And we both know you’re occulting so much in that story that it means you’re hiding something. Now are you done taking me for an idiot ?”

Just a disagreeable groan answered her. God, he hoped something would happen, anything-

Which was a very dangerous wish to make.

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Unlike his brother, in his small, charming flower shop, Evan Groveheart was enjoying the day thoroughly. He welcomed the calm, happily humming to himself and the plants surrounding him.

The boutique looked homey, all wood and few wrought iron parts, windows reminiscent of a greenhouse… The young man loved his shop. Not only was it the embodiment of his love for plants, but it also looked pretty romantic, at least he was thinking it did.

Often, when customers were scarce, he found himself daydreaming about a fateful encounter in his shop. He couldn’t believe it happened to his older sister, who didn’t even believe love existed to begin with, but not to him ! Of course he was glad for her happiness, but… It was a little unfair.

A sigh left him as he gazed at the flowers with affection, smiling. At least he had his shop. And maybe one day someone special would enter, make the bell jingle… Who knew ? Not a thought was given to the idea of a disaster potentially walking in.

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{ Starter for @punkbites }

It didn’t take long for William to spot the familiar, platinum blond hair in the bar. Smiling already, he walked through the pub, blending in the surroundings with some of his favorite, band-tagged and ragged clothes.

He took the seat in front of Kim as he greeted her, gasping in fake offense when seeing her already ordered beer. “Where’s mine ?”

“You’re late brother, I had to drown my loneliness somewhere, didn’t I ?” She grinned at him, mischievous.

Vaguely ashamed - he was more than fifteen minutes late after all - he ordered one for himself before finally joining her for real. “Yeah, sorry about that. Don’t think you’d have enjoyed hanging out with me in my work’s clothes though.”

Amused by his antics, she rolled her eyes. “I’m fiancee to a lawyer, I shouldn’t judge.”

This in turn made William chuckle. Kimberly (though she’d hit whoever called her that instead of ‘Kim’) looked pretty much her job - nearly every visible skin showed a tattoo of sorts, except for a face, but she had a few piercings to compensate. Short blond hair, with an undercut, and very great tastes in music though she leaned more on the heavy metal kind of things (with a hint of classical here and there from her roots).

“Mom keeps bugging me about your marriage, as if she didn’t have enough to bother me about with my lack of lovelife, or so she says. Can you two please pick a date ?” He half groaned half begged, with not much hope on the matter.

And as expected, Kim just made an impish grin at his request. “Dunno… You know I like being ‘The fiancée’.”

With a sigh and a shake of his head, William then took a sip of his drink, not surprised at all by this answer.

“You could be a little more grateful to your ‘savior’...” He complained and pretty fast regretted it.

“Technically, Jade saved me, you just put us in touch. And I do help you…” In front of William’s confusion, she continued with a charming smile. “I told Jade to not meddle with you and the family’s guest ‘s business, and I’m not even interrogating you about it. Ain’t that grateful to you ?”

Suddenly sipping on his beer as if it’d prevent him from talking, William was looking very intensely to the side, nearly feeling like sweating. Shit.

He slowly deposed his glass. “Ok fine, thanks. Seriously, you spend too much time with Jade.” She raised her eyebrows, as if saying ‘well, duh.’ 

“So, on a less troubling topic for me, how is the shop doing ?”

From that point, the chat got less teasing and more happy-friendly, Kim sharing stories about the tattoo parlor while William shared what he could of his job without making it too obvious he was a cop, knowing some customers may not much appreciate the presence of one at the pub.

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For @punkbites

It was sunday. A day spent usually resting, or doing fun activities, alone or with close people.

In William’s case however, it was none of the above - except for the ‘alone’ part. Out of his work’s outfit since he wasn’t on the job, the man was wearing a hoodie who lived better days, with a few stains and holes on it. The jeans were in no better states. His hairs were hidden inside the hoodie, giving his back and shoulder a funny look, and he had a beanie covering most of what was left.

It was easy to guess why, when one looked at William’s current activity. With some painting roll, he was currently (trying to) cover the ‘street art’ someone so generously drew on the yelling asshole last time. And seeing his face - William wasn’t happy about it, mumbling to himself in an annoyed tone and a frown on his forehead, glaring at the wall as if it had personally offended him.

It also appeared he wasn’t an expert at handling this… Long handle roll paintbrush thing - what was it even called, he didn’t remember.

Sounds of steps stopped the mumbling, and welcoming the distraction, William looked at the newcomer. And the curiosity on his face shifted into incredulity.

“You ? Seriously ? Is it a ‘culprit coming back to the place of the crime’ scenario ?” Mismatched eyes stared at Jacks, dumbfounded.

“We’re lucky the owner of that wall isn’t here today.”

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@punkbites

No, William's first thought was actually an attempt at counting how many encounters between them ended with one of them bleeding in some way, and how many didn't.

He had the feeling the first had the biggest number, but before he could check for real, Jackson had to lick his lip - somehow strangely making the cop's counting leave the road and crash spectacularly, while mismatched eyes followed the motion.

Closing them, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to not witness the splattering of blood his appartement, and couch specifically, were getting - though he could picture it perfectly in his mind anyway.

And of course that guy's attempt at cleaning the blood on his face just made a mess. Wondering once more what his life had become and how, William went to get some towel, throwing it at his "guest" 's head, before withdrawing two beers from his fridge, opening them and joining Jacks on the couch, reaching one bottle to the punk.

"Sure, at that point. Do tell."

Worst case scenario, something happened that, as a cop, he'll have to pretend he didn't hear. But mostly, William just expected some entertainment.

It would always be better than a silent evening at home anyway.

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I had to draw one moment and this is the one I chose lol. @punkbites

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You love tastes like... For Duncan, Lukan and William

Tagged by : @oathstruck @punkbites (thank you two !!)

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DUNCAN

figs.

sweet, sticky, they have a earthy, honey like flavor. figs were cleopatra's favorite fruit. she ordered that the snake she intended to end her life with, be brought to her hidden in a basket of figs. an ancient fruit that has always fascinated painters, poets and storytellers. yours too is a love that should belong to books and paintings. your love is steady, the people you love know how deep your feelings are because you always remember them how much you love and desire them, and that you will always be there. maybe not with words, expressing your feelings might not be easy for you. it's your actions and attentions that let them know, because they feel seen and heard. figs are lucious, sensual fruits. you're a passionate lover, you crave warmth and touch. you do not fall in love easily, maybe you used to when you were younger but you have now learned better. because you learned that when you love you give it all, you sacrifice a lot and you cannot do that carelessly. like the female fig wasp that, when entering an unripe fig to pollinate its flowers, loses her antennae and wings. you're a quiet devoted lover. yours is an unwavering deeply rooted love. your love is intense, almost overwhelming like figs are, swollen with hundreds of seeds. there's something quite disturbing when looking at its flesh. but that's what it gives it that crunchy, popping feeling, the same of a love that does not know boredom. but beware. you might be a lot to handle, and some times it might be hard for you to remember that not everyone loves as fiercely as you do. let your intensity be a gift, not a burden.

LUKAN

sea water.

being loved by you is like diving into the ocean. it’s a limitless, deep feeling. it’s scary but soothing at the same time. it burns on open wounds, but it’s what makes them heal too. it’s a taste that lingers on your lips, so unexpectedly good. you crave deep, intellectual connection. maybe you’re not good with words, expressing your feelings might not come easily for you. it's your actions and attention that let them know, they feel seen and heard. your primary love language is probably acts of service, small little things, like untangling your lover’s jewelry without them asking, that when added up speak volumes. like the impression that the sea gives with its vastness, you also might seem distant, inaccessible; but that’s just the way you are, a little cold, right? your lover probably got scared at the beginning, it had to adapt to it by taking little steps at the time before confidently leaving the shore behind. you crave peace and stillness, because you know how an agitated sea can be frightening even for the most experienced sailors. it looks so quiet but your love can get loud, like the roaring sea. you hate fighting. you’re always scared the waves might get too big, too tall to overcome; that your lover might run away, unable to contain and hold you. you’re not asking to be tamed; just to be trusted, to be stayed with even when the waters rise. you wish nothing but hold them tight and be their lullaby, to rock them as if they were asleep on a floating mattress, gently carried by the waves, drifting slowly towards the center of your heart.

WILLIAM

cigarettes and coffee.

a love like yours is raw, bitter, deeply human. it’s the kind of love that lingers in your skin, in your clothes, in the spaces between words. yes, you’re un unforgettable lover. you stain. it’s a love that keeps you awake at night. maybe you didn’t even want to fall in love at first, am i right? you just wanted to have fun and now you’re stuck, you really can’t get them out of your head and you fought it for a while or maybe you’re still fighting it. yours is a love that’s flawed, human, and deeply felt. it’s not made for fairy tales, but for indie song artists and lovers who do not care about the happily-ever-after, only about the present. being loved by you leaves a bitter aftertaste, you know? it carries a certain ache. it’s full of long pauses, stained fingertips, and glances that say more than words. but are you sure your partner knows how to interpret them? it can be pretty confusing. it’s so hard to guess what you’re thinking or what you’re feeling that you might leave your partner often wondering: “do they really want to be with me?”. some days you’re considerate, sweet, it’s so fun to be with you. then you distance yourself and you get all caught up in your own thoughts and problems you hardly share the burden of. the hardest part is loving you back. child, why do you make it so difficult? why do you push people away? is there something that makes you feel like you’re not worthy of being loved? is it your anger? your love tastes like coffee and cigarettes for breakfast. that might not be enough to satiate your lover’s hunger.

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Things the whole Groveheart family (William's) share :

Love music, hates injustice.

(Note that them stealing and scamming do apparently not count in that lol.)

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what kind of "i love you" are you?

Your Result:

i hate you (i love you)

this is said with a sort of disbelief, that you can't believe you love this person, that you could never have imagined they would make you feel such affection and fondness for them. they're a little shit, the most ridiculous person you've ever met, and you would absolutely die for them. you say "i hate you," and they just shoot you that stupid grin of theirs. maybe they throw it back at you. neither of you has to say "i love you," to know that you do, it goes without saying.

Tagged by : @punkbites

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