POINT DIVIDER / APRIL 18 - JANUARY 21.
𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖒 𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖙 / total 230. 40 points for this week.
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@tfwwilliam
POINT DIVIDER / APRIL 18 - JANUARY 21.
𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖒 𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖙 / total 230. 40 points for this week.
The Storm | Rebecca & Will
tfwwilliam:
This was where he lived – this disintegrated castle stranded in the middle of forested wilderness had become his home. In truth, it was the grandest estate he’d ever inhabited, both in the sense that it was a fortified castle seated upon acres roving as far as the eye could see, and in the sense that it was a crumbling ruin. How had he ever thought he might make things work with Rebecca Turner?
Now, that once-cherished hope felt nothing short of a fancy as she stood, stiff and dreading, gazing up through the holes in the ceiling of one of the more intact rooms, through which water was churning like a waterfall. Will, nearby, angled his head upward to gaze at the angry heavens, all dark bellied and thunderous wrath. No, he certainly did not want her to venture, dragonback, into the skies, just now. This was not a moment for pushing her away.
“Becca,” he said softly even through the thick gravel native to his voice. “Come sit where there’s a fire. It’s warm; there’s food and drink and books…and an open porch to watch the storm,” he added with a smirk. This, after all, was the most positive light be could shine on the missing wall. He paused. “Even if you and your drake, both, were entirely game – I’d don’t think you’d get far. Your family won’t be expecting you with the skies as they are, and there’s no one who requires your help, just now. May as well rest, hm?”
Seeing Will situated here, while the dangerous storm swirled about them, recalled memories of sleepless stormy nights when she’d stay awake until the rain had stopped and then climb on the back of her dragon and fly to the encampment, just to make sure that Will was alright. The storms were dangerous could be enough, but it was worse to know that he was taking shelter in a half dilapidated structure. He would laugh at her when she told him why she had come (it would take more than a storm to kill me, he’d said), but it was clear to them both that he was happy that she had come. He would take her in his arms then, and she would barely notice the cold.
Despite everything, she worried about him, still, but no unnecessary trips were ever made here, anymore.
Sometimes it was hard to believe that he was the same man that she had loved: he kept that softer side of him closer to the vest now. He had a smile that would reach his eyes and light them up and he had a laugh that was one of the best sounds in the world: both of those things seemed to be locked away (at least when she was around - when once it seemed that there was a time when they could hardly keep from smiling when they were around each other).
Becca followed his instructions and moved closer in, taking a seat in one of the old (but comfortable chairs) that was near the roaring fire. “The best view in all of Aclea,” She said teasingly. “Have you seen Roland today?” She asked, after a moment. “I hope he isn’t caught up in this.”
It was concentration in her eyes, now, he was sure. Gods knew he’d seen that look before, a keen look, and incisive. Always, that determination had entranced him, a kind of veil she seemed to pull up against the world. Once, he’d sought to step behind that mantel with her, cut off from the intrusions of the outer world. Now, he stood firmly where he was, determined never again to know that warmth.
Lightning split the sky, a flash to shatter the skies above, and Will was reminded strangely of the myths his mother had once told: Apollon in his wroth. Yet, there was not war in that blaze, now, only some strange want and he nearly laughed to think how easily mortals assigned their own troubles to the gods above. It was not Apollon’s want that he felt, of course.
Eyes flicking away from Rebecca, he exhaled slowly, unleashing the held in breath and hoping that the cold did not smoke on his lips, unveiling the held-in tension.
“Here,” he said, more softly than he’d meant, and he wrapped a coverlet of furs around her shoulders. He smiled, taking a seat by hers. She already knew better than most that this strange ruin held many comforts of home -- she’d ensured it, herself.
Chuckling, he arched a brow towards her. “Not even our ill-begotten King may boast such views as these.”
At her question, he grimaced, a spike of concern rushing through him. “Truth be told, last I saw him, he was off to the Dragonhold to stand in for his double. Hopefully, the storm has grounded Horation and prevented any...meetings.” Horatio did ever prove a resourceful ally, at least, in ensuring that Roland’s antics were not discovered -- more effective, he somtimes suspected, than Roland, himself, for Allerdale might have been a bastard, but he was careful and precise where Roland was, by Will’s count, reckless (a trait which had always brought no end of concern for his friend).
“In any case, I’m certain the man’s in for surprises whenever he should happen to return home. Tell me, what was the last mishap he conjured for you lot there?”
Let’s Try Again | William & Beatrice
William would be the first to confess that his last meeting with Lady Beatrice had not proven entirely...satisfactory. Indeed, quite the opposite, as he had found himself babbling about the abundance of ivy in an effort to throw off her suspicions. He thought, if anything, he had likely made her more suspicious, though he did give himself the compliment that she likely did not credit him as the co-mastermind of a revolution. In that moment, he had hardly given himself such credit, though he knew it to be fact.
Now, however, the reunion could not be delayed with further suspicion. She had drawn his name and, he prayed, he might abait any fledgeling concerns she might have in this manner. He could play the part of a perfectly ordinary gentleman and, Cassandra assured him, her sister had a thoroughly good heart, too trusting by far. While he did not in general like to take advantage of the goodness of others, he found himself in the strange position of hoping to do just that. After all, he reminded himself, if he managed to pull the wool over her eyes, it would be for the good of all and this much at least, he hoped, tipped the scales of goodness at least towards neutrality.
So it was that William Abbott, armed with a bouquet of wildflowers (into which he’d added a great deal of coiling ivy to continue the ruse that he was simply exceptionally -- and extravagantly -- fond of the vine) and a coy wit, marched into Astley House hoping to take full advantage of the trusting nature of a young girl just like any common rake might...though with a far less nefarious and far more explosive purpose: the longevity of the revolution.
He had arrived, as proscribed by tradition, to escort the young lady to the first event of Yuletide, as he would continue to do until its end. Yes, he had but four days to convince her that he was an ordinary man without secrets -- that is, to lie to her, entirely, something at which he had so far failed atrociously. He sighed. If he could not convince her he was ordinary, he decided, he would simply convince her that he was a great eccentric...along the line of the Turners’ eternal and ignoble houseguest. Certainly, he’d already laid the groundwork for that, at least. But hopefully it would not come to that, hopefully he could simply manage to seem ordinary for a few hours together and leave it at that. It would serve him much better to simply blend into the background than in any way to stand out.
“Lady Beatrice,” announced a servant, ducking in and then out again, and William stood quickly, coming forward to greet the young woman.
“Good day, Lady Beatrice. All the season’s best to you,” he added, offering her his arm. “Tell me, what is you favorite event of the Yule?”
POINT DIVIDER / APRIL 18 - APRIL 30.
𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖒 𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖙 / total 190. 20 points for this week.
Are they a binge reader or do they prefer to stretch stories out? What kind of genres do they like? Are there any that they reread with any kind of frequency? (ROLAND MARKS)
Given his druthers, William is definitely a bringe reader. He is a serial focusing, loving to give his full attention to something, immersing himself fully in it. (At the moment, that thing is the rebellion and, in fact, this binge-errific attitude is certainly a part of why William ended things with Rebecca -- he wanted too much to focus on her and he didn't feel it was in her interest -- or anyone else's -- to do so.)
Hurling himself into things as he does, however, has ironically enough, had the effect of causing him to stretch what stories he does take in out, as all his intent is fully devoted to the rebellion, admitting of few distractions, however pleasant (or adored aka Rebecca...)
When he does occasionally get in a little quality reading time, William is especially fond of mysteries and, while he has an unfortunate [ tendency ] to jump the gun in figuring it out, there's always satisfaction to by had in being proven right...and frustration when, on occasion, he is proven wrong. ("My ending," he will often maintain, a touch petulant, in such circumstances. "Was better.")
When he was a child, however, he liked nothing so much as fairy tales and adventure stories and it is these which, in the shadows of his own mind, he revisits. Though by nature disinclined to admit it, he is a sentimental person, and many of these stories are the ones which have helped frame his belief system.
POINT DIVIDER / OCTOBER 3 - APRIL 9.
𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖒 𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖙 / total 170. 40 points for this week.
OOC | William & Arya
so im not esp sure how these two might meet...oooh, maybe he’s pretending to be a servant so he can scout out the palace when he runs into her???? or maybe the rebels kidnap/try to kidnap her for some reason...tho tbh im not 100% sure why they would (it seems like they have more to gain by her being there tbh) so maybe not hahaha let’s see...maybe she goes for a walk or a ride or smth in the countryside and they meet that way?
Conversation || William + Eleanor
“You aren’t Roland.”
Eleanor made the smallest of frowns as she came upon William Abbott. There were a few places she always looked first when searching for him as he no longer was able to come and go from their household. At one point William had also often been found about the Turner estate, though that had ended when all the… unpleasantness with her old sister had taken place.
William, much like Roland, was one of those long standing figures in her life. She remembered the days of chasing after them, begging to be taken on adventures even though she was only eight years old.
“There’s been a development with Mr. Persimmons,” she informed William, knowing he must have heard about the antics with their houseguest from Roland. “And by a development, I mean that I am completely and utterly tired of sharing a household with him. I’m quite convinced he is at any moment going to propose to… one of us. I do think we’re interchangeable at this point. I thought perhaps Horatio might impress upon him the importance of the role as well…”
She plopped down next to William, . “Roland has, of course, done his best to try and get Mr. Persimmons to find alternative lodgings but Allerdale has always managed to put a stop to it before he leaves! I am hoping we might devise a much more urgent reason for his departure. I do not believe I can stand another night with him at our home!”
That much, it had to be said, was certainly so. William was rarely one for outward displays of emotion, but his lips quirked upward, all the same, at that comment. He knew it wasn’t a compliment -- he agreed that, if he were Roland, he would be a better man -- and the knowledge was reinforced by the smallest frown upon Eleanor’s face. Still, he was well aware she hadn’t meant it that way, a circumstance which, in his own mind and with his own peculiar (and peculiarly cynical) brand of humor, made the situation that much more amusing.
Bravely, he stifled the threatening laughter and turned to her with arched brows, expecting to hear whatever it was she meant to say. “No,” he agreed, slowly. “But still nearer to him, I think, than his doppelganger.”
Hearing her speak of Mr. Persimmons, surprise crossed his expression. Whatever he’d expected to hear, it hadn’t been this. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned back against his desk to listen. Despite himself -- he knew he shouldn’t have, but -- he laughed, passing a hand over his face. “What a wretched mess Allerdale has involved you all in. Perhaps he hopes to demoralize you so badly you will confess to the whole thing and come, begging, to be put into prison rather than face another nightly sermon.” He smiled slightly. “By the sounds of it, it might just work, hm?”
William shook his head, abandoning his odd brand of humor and shaking his head. As someone who had, himself, once proposed to a Turner, he could well understand the draw of wishing to do so, but the notion of having no idea which of the ladies’ charms was most irrepressible hit him with a spark of anger. They each deserved their own admirers, certainly, but they were each so individual -- which was, indeed, part of their charm -- that it was a particular insult to deal with such wishwashy sentiment towards them. For himself, William had known from the very start that, for him, Rebecca was the lady, the only one. His tone, then, was soft and half-contrite and absolutely sincere when he spoke again, turning to look at her as she plopped down beside him.
“I’m so sorry. You deserve so much better than that.”
He paused, looked down at his hands. “Well, as we established, I’m not Roland, so I cannot masquerade effectively as Allerdale, but perhaps I might yet prove of some assistance. Your most ardent suitor is, I think Miss Isabella mentioned, terrified of drakes, is he not?” He smirked. “I once heard a legend...” he turned, plucked up a volume from his desk that had to do with drakes. Flipping through the pages, he nodded when he found the right one and leaned towards her so she could more easily see.
“It’s only a fairytale, but...This is the story of a lady whose family all died when she was but a babe, leaving her abandoned near a clutch of dragon eggs where, mistaken for one of them, she was raised as a dragoness, herself and, when inevitably, she was reintroduced to society, and married...long story short, the drakes devoured her husbands, one after the next. Do you know it?”
He shrugged, “Perhaps, it could be suggested, one way or another, to Mr. Persimmons that this is, indeed, the fate that awaits the spouses of you and your sisters, as well? Perhaps...we could give him reason to think it so, as well?”
POINT DIVIDER / JUNE 25 - OCTOBER 2.
𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖒 𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖙 / total 150. 20 points for this week.
The Secret Lives of Doppelgängers | Roland & William
“How shall I sneak into the Harvest Festival this year?” Roland asked, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
As a doppelgänger, Roland was never able to be himself unless he was surrounded by a intimate gathering of friends who knew who he was. To dare to go to the Harvest Festival, would mean that he must pretend to be Horatio Allerdale, but that was always a risk at such events because to be caught would be a disaster to both Roland, and the resistance.
But he was never one to deprive himself of the festivities if he could help it, so he would often disguise himself as a stranger (sometimes not even letting his friends know it was him just to see how good he actually was).
“Perhaps I shall be a widowed merchant who has been away at sea for two years and has only just returned … “ Roland’s backstories were always slightly tragic - just enough to earn the sympathy of the pretty girls he’d meet.
He turned to look at his friend. “You know you always play the part of the brooding mysterious stranger rather well,” He teased, “Perhaps you can give me some pointers?”
As if to prove the accuracy of his friend, William Abbott was, at that very moment, scowling. This scowl was directed at a map that lay upon the table before him, drawn from one of Lucy Turner’s many ancient manuscripts, and purporting to depict a timeworn tunnel linking certain castles together, one of which he held out hope might be this one. If so -- this path having been long abandoned -- it would give them a route straight into the heart of the other edifice of which its current inhabitants were, at least in theory, entirely ignorant. The search, however, was not going as smoothly as it might.
Their present base was cradled amongst the ruins of a castle whose crumbling roofline and few intact rooms put one in mind of nothing so strongly as the legendary snowcapped towers of Yilankale, whose decaying stones were said once to have sheltered the mother of the resistance in bygone ages. Yet, unlike Yilankale, there was nothing oppressive in the overgrown tresses of the trees which ran like rivulets over the causeways and decrepit fortress walls, tripping and trickling and choked with fallen leaves, till the ruin seemed half constructed of stone and half of forest green.
So far, however, there had been no luck in positively identifying this derelict building -- which, in terms of it not being discovered by curious seekers was a positive, but in terms of outlining a secret route...decidedly less so. The scowl was, then, it was to be understood, born of some frustration on the point and had nothing whatever to do with Roland’s cheery tirade (something which Will secretly enjoyed, though he was unlikely ever to confess it). Nonetheless, when -- without having bothered to shift his expression at all -- he fixed his friend with the self-same look, the result was not a particularly friendly one.
It would take far more than that, however, Will was sure, to scare off Roland, by now. In truth, no one better understood Will’s moods than Roland who was to him a brother in all but blood, and who had seen far more ferocious flashes of temper than this, in his time.
Frowning, Will shook his head. Despite himself, his lips tugged into something resembling ironic amusement. “Merchant you might manage,” he allowed at last, following a long surveying look. “But I think you’d best skip the sea. The people of Elsbridge are more likely to believe that you’re an exiled prince in need of their financial restitution in order to secure your crown, than to believe that you know even the first thing about the sea. You’re not near briny enough to pull off a year away upon the water, though you might manage it if you commit enough to the role to cut a limb or two off and adopt an accent,” he drawled.
Will laughed, then, a derisive snort. “But if that princely ruse works, perhaps we can later commandeer it for the rebellion,” he added, leaning forward against the table before him on both his fists. “Gods know we’ve precious need of something wild to stir things up, and I’ll venture you’d make a far less incompetent monarch than our current one.”
The scowl flashed into return in that moment and, straightening, he crossed his arms across his chest. Generally if asked any such question about his brooding, he’d give a sarcastic retort to such a question, telling his interlocutor that they should try losing everything and living on the streets and their wits for a time and it might do the trick -- but Roland had, indeed, done all those things right beside him, and, as such, was due more respect than that. Instead, he took it for what it was: a friendly tease, and simply answered with the scowl in question.
Bending, he poured once more over the map before he began, once more, to speak without looking up. “Instead of going to sea, perhaps you were gone across the moors, searching for your lost love, but are now returning having found her -- just in time to lose her, again. That ought to jerk a tear or two, particularly if you break off to stare blackly towards the horizon and think of all the things you hate most. That,” he added with a self-directed smirk of laughter. “Is, in short, what I do, but I can’t speak to how effective it is in wooing. You already know how things transpired with Miss Turner well enough not to wish to walk that path, I’d wager.”
The Storm | Rebecca & Will
Rebecca tended to avoid Will, nowadays, if she could.
It was typically easy enough to evade being left completely alone with him - which is what she truly wished to escape. He often treated her with civility when they were working, but it was the moments when they were left alone that Rebecca disliked the most - for they would settle into an uncomfortable silence at best and … at worst, Will could prove himself to be a rather unforgivable ass.
So, if she could have escaped this particularly scenario, she would have.
Today, she’d been the one to slip away to the resistance to see if there was any news: anything that they needed to know. Rebecca, herself, had had little to report as the Brigade had been investigating leads provided to them by Roland under the guise of Horatio.
But before she could leave, storm clouds had darkened the skies and, within moments, sheets of rain poured out of the heavens and thunderous clouds rolled overhead and Rebecca decided that she would rather brave Will than the skies, at that moment.
This was where he lived -- this disintegrated castle stranded in the middle of forested wilderness had become his home. In truth, it was the grandest estate he’d ever inhabited, both in the sense that it was a fortified castle seated upon acres roving as far as the eye could see, and in the sense that it was a crumbling ruin. How had he ever thought he might make things work with Rebecca Turner?
Now, that once-cherished hope felt nothing short of a fancy as she stood, stiff and dreading, gazing up through the holes in the ceiling of one of the more intact rooms, through which water was churning like a waterfall. Will, nearby, angled his head upward to gaze at the angry heavens, all dark bellied and thunderous wrath. No, he certainly did not want her to venture, dragonback, into the skies, just now. This was not a moment for pushing her away.
“Becca,” he said softly even through the thick gravel native to his voice. “Come sit where there’s a fire. It’s warm; there’s food and drink and books...and an open porch to watch the storm,” he added with a smirk. This, after all, was the most positive light be could shine on the missing wall. He paused. “Even if you and your drake, both, were entirely game -- I’d don’t think you’d get far. Your family won’t be expecting you with the skies as they are, and there’s no one who requires your help, just now. May as well rest, hm?”
POINT DIVIDER / JUNE 13 - JUNE 24.
𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖒 𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖙 / total 130. 20 points for this week.
tfwroland
OOC | William & Roland
OH 10000000%%%% and also “No one else is allowed to kill you if it’s not me” ;DDD
But yes! I feel like Roland is ALWAYS there to keep him from brooding 24/7. I mean, even Roland knows that it is an impossible task to stop it from happening ALL the time (”It is Will’s natural state, after all.” <– Roland, probs), but whenever he can lift his spirits, he absolutely will!!! And it won’t stop him from trying even when it seems like a lost cause because Will deserves to smile and be happy all of the time!!!
hell yeah!!! Roland definitely does SHOW UP ™ when he needs to. He is a mess of a human most of the time, but he can also be dead serious when he needs to be and he takes his place in the resistance as seriously as he has ever taken anything and he will not knowingly do anything to put anyone in trouble. (I do think he certainly is more of a risk taker than he probably should be and paired with his, at times, overconfidence in himself, he definitely will make mistakes — I’m sure this will definitely make him more cautious in the future but let’s hope it’s nothing too disterous or costly haha!!)
also same?!?!! I think ROland certainly has his own opinions and doesn’t always completely see eye to eye with Will, but at the end of the day, when a decision is made he is 100% cool with it and does whatever Will says!!
YES! YES!!! Definitely!!!!! Also, Roland absolutely considers will to be like a brother && now I’m tearing up because Roland literally lost his family and was an orphan but he doesn’t feel like it because the Turners are his sisters and Will is his brother!! <333333
lsjfklsjdfkljkjf omg yeSSSS aksjdfkjsdf now im just picturing:
horatio: *runs up to stab roland*
will: oh no you don’t *stabs roland instead*
jk jk (sorta ;D)
Will!!! so!!! needs!!! that!!! bc it deF is his natural state and honestly its a full time commitment bc like any time will isn’t being directly stimulated towards another feeling, the brooding default mode kicks in laksjfsf i feel like, between the two of them, its a bit of a rollercoaster sometimes for the rest of the rebels bc like???? their default positions are so far apart, but i also feel like that’s whY their dynamic is so effective yknow? like, they balance e/o out and the natural energy that comes from that at once grounds and galvanizes everyone forward on their trajectory!!
honestly i think roland’s risk taking is ultimately a good thing bc i do think that will is a lil more staid and controlled (for the most part alksdjfksf i meaN he can also go hog wild and make super reckless decisions too...but he knows ppl rely on him so his decisions for others if anything often are too safe whereas for himself hes like TIME TO DIE FOLKS *cue all the fire* its a meSS) so will is always there to pull roland back bc he wants to protect the ppl he loves...and even roland ;DDDD and this isn’t exactly a cause for being careful so roland pushing that envelope is anothr good balance -- for the most part
and omgg yassss you knowwww there’s inevitably tons of arguing that goes into planning (the rest of the resistance when they start to bicker: ‘ok we’ll be back in about five minutes when the name calling wears off and constructive criticism can resume’ jk jk) but yasssss once a decision has been met, i feel like they’re both 100% in and both ultimately know when to listen to the other, etc, etc. i feel like they survived together on the streets as boys in a way that gave them a sort of natural shorthand now for this and lotsa trust in e/o, yknow? and the whole resistance gets to benefit from that, now
HONESTLY WILL FEELS THE!!!! SAMEEEE!!!! like, will has no one, really, but he has roland and that means the world to him!!!! and i feel like he probs met rebecca/the turners in general via roland too?? (speaking of which that breakup had to make so many things weird not just resistance meetings alksjfkljsdfj but i digress) and basically he’s like ‘every single good thing that has ever happened to me has been bc of roland’ and MY!!!!! EMOTIONS!!!!!! and basically he’s just so grateful each and every single day!!! not that anything short of painful death would ever make him admit it laksdjfjksklsfj
Don’t Be Suspicious | William & Beatrice
He understood there was information to be had. A quick note slipped between William’s fingers had left him in an utter lack of uncertainty. Xavier had gleaned something he needed to share. Naturally, he’d been uncertain as to when a meeting might be arranged -- his new duties made his schedule more difficult to predict -- but William was eager and so he’d come quickly to the spot, content to wait.
William had been there precious few moments when he was rewarded by the sound of footfalls approaching. Seating himself upon the stone bench carved into the overgrown loggia, he arranged his mind. He hoped this would prove promising, but every bit of information was always appreciated, even on those occasions when it did not reveal so much as he might have wished.
Yet, as the figure slid between the boughs of ivy that concealed the spot, it was not Xavier York at all. William recognized the Lady Beatrice at once and his eyes widened in astonishment.
Jumping up, William’s eyes went wide and, for a moment, he stared at her in astonishment, wondering how he could explain his presence. Had just about anyone not an Astley entered, he might have recovered more easily, but satisfactorily explaining why he was sitting on one of the benches so casually to one of those who owned the bench was a touch more difficult.
Managing to clear his throat and make a quick bow, he stepped back. “Good afternoon, my lady,” he began lamely. “Forgive me, you...surprised me. I...” he swallowed hard. “I did not intend to intrude. I simply...enjoy...ivy,” he supplied, suddenly, gesturing towards the vines. “It’s so...abundant.”
Gods, he thought. What has happened to me? If this was how he was covering up his rebelliousness, now, the rebellion was doomed.
“It is, after all,” he stumbled. “A lovely day for...gazing at ivy...is it not?”
POINT DIVIDER / MAY 16 - JUNE 12.
𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖒 𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖙 / total 110. 30 points for this week.
OOC | William & Roland
tfwroland
alksjflkJLASKJDFLAKJFLFJ KATE!!!!!! I’M SO EXCITED FOR THEIR FRIENDSHIP. Half of the appeal of Roland is that he can annoy william 24/7 but also get away with it because will loves him and everyone (including roland) knows it!!!!
let me tell you, roland has will’s back every step of the way!!!! he might not seem to take anything seriously, but at the end of the day, if will ever gives him a command, roland is going to follow through!!!!! he respects the hell out of will and honestly some days wishes he was a little more like him (not all the way, of course! that would be super boring. roland’s words, not mine ;DD)
also, as much as he listens to will, he also is not above calling him an idiot when he’s being dumb (like when he screwed things up with rebecca!)
ELIZABETH!! ME!! TOO!! im so obsessed w these two alreadddddyyyy they’re gonna be suchhhh a hot mess and also their friendship gon save the world <3333 ;DDDDD esp bc i feel like a lot of the energy of this whole friendship is ‘id kill for you but also i might just kill you if you don’t stop talking rn’ ;DDD and also will soooooo needs someone there to call him to task like roland does ++ to keep him from just brooding 24/7!!!!!!!! pr sure roland is the sole reason will ever smiled between the ages of like 12-28 lbr ;DDD
will also knows that, while roland may act otherwise, anything he needs of him, roland will 10000% follow through and often come up w a far more fresh and ingenious method to pull of x than will ever would!!! and he has total faith!! (even if he sometimes rolls his eyes and pretends not to) and he also takes roland’s counsel completely to heart!! i mean, he always makes his own decisions but he will think deeply about the things he’s learned/the obvervations of ppl he knows/trusts, etc!!
i also feel like they’re 1) total opposites who totally balance e/o 2) thick as thieves ;D/ essentially brothers!!! and no matter what happens, they’re both always gonna come through for e/o, no matter what happens!!!!!!! yknow, follow e/o to the ends of the earth w only mild complaining ;DDDD
OOC | William & Lucy
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Is the most unexpected yet also greatest hang out in the rebellion Will, Lucy, and Roland in the library?! i also have no idea where this library is, but I like to imagine it as some sort of hidden building on the turner’s property and lucy is there about… 90% of the time.
lucy, will, and roland in the library!!!!!!!! making plots and saving lives one book at a time <33333333
dsfasdlkfjsdkjf ngl i also honestly have zero clue where this library is, so a hidden building on the turner’s property sounds INCREDIBLE (I do think of smth like [ this ] being the rebel’s camp but, being a ruin, i doubt it’d be the best spot for books obv laksjdfkjsdjfk and that’s really all i got for you hahaha) honestly any time will is like ‘for this latest venture i need to know some really incredibly random and esoteric thing,’ lucy is 1000000% his go-to lady!!! he has faith that, even in the off-chance that she doesn’t know off the top of her head, she!! will!! find!! out!! and having that kind of faith just makeshis life soooooo much better/eeasier!!!