#threads: will.

[lvciddreamt]

@citrusfield

“okay, i made some tea, and i kind of put a lot of honey in it, so hopefully it’s not too sweet — what are you doing up?” he was almost certainly channeling his mother as he tutted disapprovingly, setting the mug down on the bedside table and hovering over her with a frown. “i really think you should get some rest. what’s so urgent that you can’t lie down for a few hours?”

[lvciddreamt]

@sweepstakcs​ sent ❄️  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  indoors  due  to  a  snowstorm .

it had already begun to snow heavily when will arrived at elias’s place, a large bottle of spiced rum under one arm and two joints pre-rolled and stuffed in his coat pocket. he’d seen something about a storm later on, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care. it had been a long week, struggling to meet deadlines for the remainder of his classes and studying for finals until his eyes actually hurt. needless to say, will was looking forward to blowing off some steam. and despite how uncomfortable he’d been around elias when he first met him, the two had become good friends. it was hard not to like the other, who was so charming even when he was acting so flamboyantly that it made will self-conscious. of course, having mutual friends had also contributed to the development of their friendship, if only because elias was just always there. when he opened the door, will held up the bottle with a lopsided grin. “happy fuckin’ holidays, bud. now let me in, it’s freezing out here.”

[lvciddreamt]

@citrusfield

being back in his hometown was a bittersweet experience, but at the very least, harriet was happy. will had always felt a little guilty for having such an energetic dog in the middle of the city — no matter how many walks they went on, it was hard to escape the concrete. being home was like a never-ending day at the dog park for her; so much nature to enjoy. her high level of excitement was nice to witness, but a little overwhelming as well, especially when he was so distracted by the constant barrage of work emails pinging his phone. passing by a bench, they stopped abruptly, will’s eyes glued to his phone for a few seconds before he realized harriet wasn’t just pausing by a tree. instead, she was deep in dog-conversation with a golden retriever, who was straining at his leash to get closer to her. “you making a friend?” will chuckled, giving the dog’s owner a perfunctory once-over — and then a second glance. jesus, what were the odds? “uh, well. don’t worry, she doesn’t bite.”

[lvciddreamt]

@niieve​

will couldn’t remember ever having a worse hangover. he wasn’t sure he remembered drinking anything, but somehow it felt like he’d downed three bottles of tequila. his head was splitting, blinking painfully in the bright sunlight glaring into the car’s sweltering interior. he struggled upright, gasping when he found silas’s arm flung over him (had they been cuddling? god) and shaking him off, startling the other awake. “what even happened last night? and why are we naked?”