👑 * ﹕ㅤㅤ he wasn't sure how many of those things he had killed, fifty, a hundred, maybe even more than that, but as much as wilhelm wanted to keep on fighting and clear wave after wave of these abominations to keep everyone safe, he was still constrained by most limits of a mortal⸻ still got tired, and hungry, and overwhelmed, no matter how invincible the excalibur made him feel. and he knew he was better alive than dead. so he made some calls, made sure his mother was safe, though already preparing himself for the sermon that would come after the revelation that he'd been secretly running with a secretive mystical organization, then called the reynolds-gutterson home to make sure tommy and his dads were fine. well, as fine as a family of miracles could be during a time like this. but then it was time for respite, spending the last of his reserves to reach mistborn's home. but could anyone really sleep when the world was going through so much chaos? so wilhelm opted for something just as comforting, rummaging through the sorcerer supreme's kitchen to make a healthy grilled cheese, with chili peppers, spinach, mushrooms, and tomatoes, then slicing it diagonally with the excalibur because he couldn't be bothered to find a knife. and just like fate, the universe gave him someone to share it with, immediately greeting starchild with a smile as soon as the warlock entered the room. ❝ hope mr. mistborn doesn't mind me using his kitchen and making a mess, ❞ wilhelm said, a little unsure of what the magician would say, but his grin didn't falter either, proud of what he had created here. ❝ but i made just enough for the two of us. the sooner we're energized, the sooner we can get back out there to fight. ❞ @halcyonsboys
