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#( musings )#ooc; posting ooc bc alec sure af isnt gonna post it but #i know not everyone here watches indies so here's a peek at what's going on with Alec!#if anyone ever has any questions about my indie characters or the northeast indie scene pls just message me I am happy to help explain!

thenortheastbeast

Aint nothin but a fuckin failure

onewingedwondcr

You're not a failure.

thenortheastbeast

Cap

willowwrestles

The events of last night didn't really click for Willow. Not in the way they should've. Everything was just a blur. The tacks, the glass, the blood, Alec's screams, the three count, the almost fire starting, the Warhorse talk, the way he jerked away from her as she tried to fuss.

The awkward car ride with him Masha that she never wanted again. It was all too much and it left Willow wondering where does he go from here? She knew he was gonna take it hard. She knew what this would do to him.

She was just terrified to see it. And unfortunately for her, it had already started. He's barely said a word to her. She needed him to know that she was on his side. That she loved him regardless of if he was a champion or not.

So, Willow threw on her shoes, grabbed a blanket, and went outside to their backyard.

"You really shouldn't be out here without a coat or something." She calls to him as she slides through the patio door. She makes her way over to him and puts the blanket around his shoulders.

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willowwrestles

She doesn't fully believe him. She knows how he behaves, she knows how he gets. When things happen like this she's the first person avoids. As if Willow was gonna sit and berate him. She'd never do that. She loves him too much.

"Wanna tell me what you're thinking about?" She asks, already knowing the answer. "Cause if it's about how you let me or anybody down its not true."

thenortheastbeast

"Not really." The cigarette was burned down to the filter, and he let it drop onto the stair, grinding it out under his heel. He ignored the second part of her statement, biting his tongue and resisting the urge to tell her how wrong she was. She wouldn't listen, wouldn't understand. She couldn't.

Alec's hand dipped into the pocket of his jeans, drawing out the pack of cigarettes there and tapping one out into his hand. For a moment, he considered offering one to Willow, just to see the confusion and maybe even disgust on her face, things he knew he deserved. But he didn't, setting the pack down beside him as he pulled out his lighter.

Aint nothin but a fuckin failure

#isrtm starter

willowwrestles

The events of last night didn't really click for Willow. Not in the way they should've. Everything was just a blur. The tacks, the glass, the blood, Alec's screams, the three count, the almost fire starting, the Warhorse talk, the way he jerked away from her as she tried to fuss.

The awkward car ride with him Masha that she never wanted again. It was all too much and it left Willow wondering where does he go from here? She knew he was gonna take it hard. She knew what this would do to him.

She was just terrified to see it. And unfortunately for her, it had already started. He's barely said a word to her. She needed him to know that she was on his side. That she loved him regardless of if he was a champion or not.

So, Willow threw on her shoes, grabbed a blanket, and went outside to their backyard.

"You really shouldn't be out here without a coat or something." She calls to him as she slides through the patio door. She makes her way over to him and puts the blanket around his shoulders.

@thenortheastbeast

thenortheastbeast

At first, it seemed like he didn't even hear her. That same distant look was in his eyes, leg still bouncing, the only other movement his hand as he tapped ash from the cigarette.

"Not avoiding you." The words, when finally spoken, sounded heavy, slow, as though it took an immense effort to draw them forth from within himself. "Just thinking. It's nothin' personal, Will, I promise."

willowwrestles

The events of last night didn't really click for Willow. Not in the way they should've. Everything was just a blur. The tacks, the glass, the blood, Alec's screams, the three count, the almost fire starting, the Warhorse talk, the way he jerked away from her as she tried to fuss.

The awkward car ride with him Masha that she never wanted again. It was all too much and it left Willow wondering where does he go from here? She knew he was gonna take it hard. She knew what this would do to him.

She was just terrified to see it. And unfortunately for her, it had already started. He's barely said a word to her. She needed him to know that she was on his side. That she loved him regardless of if he was a champion or not.

So, Willow threw on her shoes, grabbed a blanket, and went outside to their backyard.

"You really shouldn't be out here without a coat or something." She calls to him as she slides through the patio door. She makes her way over to him and puts the blanket around his shoulders.

@thenortheastbeast

thenortheastbeast

Alec heard the slide of the door, the sound of his soon-to-be wife's voice, the soft drape of the blanket over his shoulders... but he didn't respond to any of it. Instead he continued staring off into distance, seeing but not, the heel of one foot bouncing up and down nonstop on the concrete step, lit cigarette dangling from his fingertips.

He'd lost. He wasn't supposed to lose, was supposed to overcome the monster, but he hadn't. He'd lost and he had failed everyone. He'd failed himself, Willow, the fans, his friends and family and coworkers. Everyone. No matter what people said to him, the reassurances he kept receiving, the truth of it all that lay underneath remained twisting in his guts, something he'd known all along, his whole life, that he thought he'd escaped.

It was him. It wasn't that he had failed, it's that he was the failure. All his life, he'd never been good enough, he'd known it deep within himself. Wrestling was the one thing he was good at, the one place he felt like he truly belonged, like he meant something, like he had finally found his purpose... and here he was, again, having fucked it up. Having not been enough.

Closing his eyes for a moment, tempted to look at Willow but not wanting to- what if he saw in her face the truth that he already knew about himself? Instead, he raised the cigarette to his lips, taking a long draw from it and exhaling smoke through his nose, eyes resolutely avoiding her.