#w. solace

[rocknout]

@irresistiibles requested a closed starter: for nico di angelo.

will never really allowed himself to worry too much. they were figuring out what life was like in washington dc, having grown up almost their whole life in texas. life was always different, no matter where you went. however, the sun was always around. the sun followed you and will was thankful for this little thought of peace. something to hold onto. they weren't really sure why they liked the sun so much, they imagined it was... maybe a favorite season? the way that he loved music. they're walking around town, a cup of iced chai with no coffee. they were already jittery enough, something about adhd. always being on the move, always looking over their shoulder like something was coming. which was primarily what will had been doing. looking over their shoulder until they bumped into a boy with raven colored hair sorry. "shoot! i'm so sorry." will is already looking at the other, recognition to a zero. he wasn't sure if he actually spilled anything on the other but still the idea wrangled at his stomach. "are you okay? did i ruin your shirt?

[rocknout]

@vcndetta requested a closed starter: for victoria sutherland

learning things on his own? will thought he would be able to adapt over time. he had his headphones in, dua lipa playing in his head. he had to learn to familiarize himself with the city. the metro existed, different paths existed, there were so many museums that will wanted to sink his teeth in. he's seen the dark academic aesthetic on pinterest and there's the wonder if he could succeed in making that his aesthetic. maybe not - maybe for a day and he would waste too much money on a silly outfit. he wasn't raelly sure what his aesthetic was. "hi, do you know anything about aesthetics?" it was a stupid question. "like what would be your aesthetic, if you were to have one?"

[rocknout]

@wvsteria requested a closed starter: for mo xuanyu

sunday mornings call for iced matcha lattes with boba like monday mornings call for a shaken brown sugar oatmilk. sunday's were for relaxing, expecting the weekend, and will was loving his morning routine. nice walks in the morning, the feeling of the skin heating on his skin - he feels relaxation hitting him all at once. it's almost too nice to be true. there's a paper on the ground, he's unsure if it was dropped from the person in front of him, or if it was dropped from someone else. "hey!" will calls out, tone carefully monitored from those who told him his voice could be s h r i l l sometimes. whatever that meant. "did you drop this?" he scoops to pick up the paper, it's a movie ticket. one barbie movie stub. "it says it's for tonight? for barbie? i know everyone has been talking about that movie."