#willospreayrp

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oskyle hunter+vampire!au @highflyflows

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" we-we need to talk, " cue an absolutely anxiety riddled, pacing becky at will's feet.

"what is it, baby?" his attention immediately shot to her. eyes riddled with concern, mirroring how agitated she looked. and it could have been truly anything. was it their feuding clans? was it her family? was it his? did she wake from a nightmare because he got up earlier to get some work done? he was by her side in an instant, cupping her face, looking for contact like always. "tell me."

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" — they took ... you ... from me. they took you from me. " will ofc, pulling the trigger on this one

the punch came down on his orbit with such force that it violently scrambled his senses and made him go down on one knee with ease. he had stopped fighting. he was there to get beaten, now. a forgotten, lost in his youth, practice that became coping mechanism. never like tonight he felt the need for a beating. never like tonight he missed his father. he would have done it properly, with no remorse and no respect. not like his men, who hesitated at every hint of exhaustion, fearing the consequences.

he liked the pain. he liked it specifically when it lingered, reminding him of the bruises, of the cuts, surfacing on his body and covering up what hid in the deeper layers of his soul, truly tormenting him. it was dysfunctional, but it was what he knew. and it wasn't working. becky was still burned in his mind, just behind his eyelids. every second. every breath, he saw her. and he didn't see her under him, fucked out, begging and screaming his name, well, not just. he saw too vividly the way she looked when he left, terror seeded behind her sharp eyes, tears streaming down her beautiful face, ripped out memories resurfacing and nothing to grasp on to deal with it. a reflection of him. his heart was broken, ripped in half, blown to shreds... it was still all a confused blur he didn't recognise. unable to find his own memories. unable to find himself in the clear enough feeling of anguish of being ripped away from her once before, when he was still innocent, when they swore their love into heart lockets and school diaries.

will spat a clot of blood and saliva on the floor, limbs jittery under the physical strain. he wanted to go again, but the moment he looked up to his men, he realised none of them would have given him what he wanted. and what he wanted was to obliterate himself enough to forget the redhead cursing his mind, body and memories. though, just like magic, just like he was a puppet moving under guided strings, attracted by a spell he couldn't control, before he could even realise, will was in his car - no driver needed for this one, heading west towards the border he wasn't allowed to cross, breaking the rules a third time that night. he stopped for nothing until he got back to her place and crossed the street he had previously abandoned her on. will knew well he was in irish territory, and just for that, he could have gotten gutted in the street, and no one would have batted an eye. perhaps, that was what he needed. perhaps he was looking for it. perhaps he deserved it if it turned out she was truly about to fuck him over.

he didn't care.

he needed to see her, feeling a calling stronger than faith, stronger than duty, a bond latching at his soul. will found the door to her house open and took a mental note to reprimand her about how dangerous that could have been, but at this very moment, considering he was about to force his way into her house, it did not matter. walking in enemy territory and crossing a threshold he didn't know and wasn't invited to, he looked for her. nothing made sense any more. "becky?" he called, not afraid to advance in her private space. will followed the light left on in the living room and found her curled on herself on the sofa, sobbing. "oh, love," he whispered softly, throwing himself at her feet, kneeling on the floor at her side. when he made sense of what she was saying, will's eyes widened. she remembered it too. it wasn't only him. he wasn't making it up. it did happen. the intimate secret gentleness interrupted and forever broken, forever forbidden, love turned into hate...

will hurried to scoop her off the sofa and into his lap, pulling her close, keeping her against him, chin perched on top of her head, one hand pushed in her hair, hooked at the base of her skull, keeping her steady against him, other arm practically holding her entire body. "I am sorry, baby, I am sorry. I know." he hurried to kiss her forehead and then dipped his nose into her hair, inhaling her scent, trying to find peace. "I know..." his own grief swirled inside of him, twisting painfully inside his throat; he didn't even realise silent tears were carving their way on his face. "I'm sorry I left." did he mean a few hours ago? did he mean a lifetime ago? "I am sorry I couldn't stop them."

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" you're the world renowned aerial assassin, yeah? " will

will jumped off the traction bar, interrupting his set of neat pull-ups, landing swiftly on his feet. "yeah," he kept hopping on the spot, unable to stand still for longer than a minute. he looked over his shoulder and offered her one of his dumb, charming smiles. "friend or foe?" he wondered, not bothered in the slightest by her reply, as he was going to welcome with the same warmth regardless, like he always did. he was not one to hold grudges, not even through a fight. well, most times. "a pleasure to meet you. heard a lot of things about you." he studied her curiously.

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 PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring. | david > will

will absorbed the hit on his wide back, more concerned to brace himself, not to get whiplash and risk getting disoriented than anything else. his breath gets knocked out of his hollowed chest at impact, and his hands fumble on his aggressor's grasp, trying to find any weak spot or point of leverage. failing.

immobilised and far from surrendering, will's bright eyes shot on david's face, studying him, trying to investigate the other's intentions hiding under the pale surface of his icy gaze. "now what?" he taunted, coarse voice lowered, slipping out of a challenging grin. he grabbed onto david's wrist, willingly seeking his naked skin just so his silver rings could react with the other's allergic dermis. at its sizzle, will's grin grew. he knew the bite of silver on david's skin was no more than an uncomfortable nip, and still, he wanted to know he could affect the other in some way. leaving a scar even. how many did he leave already in the years they spent chasing and fighting and never going all the way? he wanted david to feel it. "c'mon then," he raised his chin in a quick invite. "is that all you got?"

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♡ whatever the hell will and pac have going on

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LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

"I like you. you don't get an explanation, I don't know why, considering you are a bastard, but it is what it is, I guess."

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♡

oskyle pls!!

●●●●● | ATTRACTION ●●●●○ | AFFECTION ●●●●○ | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●●●○ | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

"I gave everything up for you once, I'd do it again. I swore I would never kneel for any man. Then you walked in, and I fell willingly, remember?"

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@twcblts continued from here.

will watched her get hooked on his tease, and it was glorious. he sure wasn't used to doing things this way, but equally, he wasn't about to miss the opportunity. there was an undeniable chemistry pulling him towards her, as if gravity had slightly tilted axes and now his interest was solely on her. he smiled, enticed by her and her willingness to just not back down, not miss a chance to remind him or anyone who she was and what she wanted. that spirit she had, her confidence... warmed him up from the inside, making his stomach twist and buzz. "I have no intention of beating you," he explained, leaning forward. "more something along the lines of making you tap out." he smiled, sharp, blue gaze warm and bright. "bet you fight very hard for your wins." the undertone hiding between the lines was clear and he hoped she was receiving the message, thought the slight blush on her cheek and twinkle in her eye betrayed that she was, in fact, listening.

"I can handle you," he then said, pulling back, arms crossed to his chest and a cocky, sweet smile ready to meet her gaze. "what are you bringing in to handle me, I wonder?"

he then nodded, checking the time briefly on his phone. it was early. he came over so soon, thinking to squeeze some training out of his day while people set up just to be ready for the evening. her offer seemed the perfect opportunity. "you are on. can do now if you aren't too busy." he pulled an annoying grin. "tell you more: if I win, you owe me a drink."