𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒎.

𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴.

[wildingham]

page 94: the villain ; miles wildingham .

they told me all of my cages were mental, so i got wasted like all my potential. and my words shoot to kill when i’m mad, i have a lot of regrets about that.

name: miles phillip wildingham age: twenty-six years old gender & pronouns: cis male, he/his year & major: second year, mfa in theatre / acting  birthday: august 10, 1994

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tldr; lowley inspired by the kids from the haunting of bly manor, miles is the son of an aristocrat and a not so rich mother. he was well on his way to be a happy child, until his dad passed when he was ten. his mother started fading away from that moment, leaving little miles to fend for himself from a very young age. discovered theatre while on his “gap years” before university. he’s always felt he embodies shakespeare’s villain’s best. harcourt and the society are his home. miles knows there’s not much waiting for him back on the other side of the atlantic, only an empty manor filled with ghosts.

[wildingham]

𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒆𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒐𝒏.

“I know the feeling.” She spoke with an exhale; grateful for the cup he puts in her hand and the warmth it provides. There’d been nothing but chills running up and down her body ever since they left the library. Even as she came home and laid her head to rest on her pillow, she kept her door wide open like her eyes. The uncertainty of the next move leaving her on edge. If they, whoever they were, could locate the society’s library it should be just as easy to locate them wouldn’t it? “Terrified.” Her response was quick, and she tried to downplay her honesty with a laugh but it just came out in a shaky breath. The cup was cradled in her hands as she looked into as if waiting for answers. “I just keep thinking about what could happen to you guys. To us. I mean you’re right here, and I still feel defenseless. Like there’s nothing I could do to help you or Sylvia or Lye, Lucy, Luca…— anyone. Who could be doing this to us? It’s like everything I thought I knew was just blown up in my face.”

-

miles completely understands how she is feeling right now, he is feeling just the same. if he could sum it up in just one word, it would be defenseless. he feels lost and vulnerable and he has no idea how to go about it. he hasn’t felt this way since he was a little child. miles can’t help but make his way over to nevaeh, getting closer to wrap his arms around her in what he hopes can be a reassuring embrace. “nothing’s going to happen to you,” he replies quickly, determined. “or sylvia or lye, or anyone else. we’ll be fine, you’ll see.” miles is not quite sure about that. but he hopes nevaeh will believe him and maybe, if he says it enough times, he will come to believe it too. “the society has existed for hundreds of years, do you really think some punks could bring it down?” he attempts a laugh that ends up sounding empty. “i am sure there’s nothing to worry about.”

[wildingham]

𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒎𝒓𝒊.

he looks at miles, confusion clear on his face. perhaps this attack on the society has everyone feeling different, not like themselves, because what other explanation would there be for the two of them being civil to each other? still, if miles is not being an asshole, there’s no reason for farrow to be. “i haven’t seen anyone all morning so you weren’t that far off. i’d say everyone’s just scared.” truthfully, he would be too if he wasn’t so damn curious. “but i thought if we were going to find any hints about what happened it might be best to start right away.”

-

“yeah, can’t blame them,” he agrees with farrow, his eyes traveling up and around the walls of the library, the attack from last night still visible everywhere. truth be told, he was scared too. “i don’t know exactly why, but i just felt the need to be here right now,” he admits. opening up to farrow is just as surprising to him as last night’s event. but here he is, feeling vulnerable in front of the only guy in all of harcourt he can’t stand. “it’s not like i can do much to protect this place, but i still feel like i have to.” he looks down, then looks up again at farrow, nodding his head. who would’ve thought they could find a common ground? “that’s actually very clever. have you found anything?”

[wildingham]

𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒃𝒆-𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒏.

𝚆𝙷𝙾: @wildingham​. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽: the night after the event. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴: right outside his apartment.

NOTHING HAD SHAKEN her more than the night at the library, and without anyone to turn to, Phoebe had been alone. 

The books strewn all over, the glass all over, refracting light, the missing tapestries, but above all, the note. It’d felt like she was on a train without its breaks, careening out of control on its tracks, with no way to stop it. Even her night with Miles hadn’t gone as planned, and the entirety of her day was spent in her room, wondering how she could fix things. How she could take back control. 

It’s how she ends up by Wilde Apartment in the freezing cold, waiting for somebody to come in — or out of the apartment. Given their little fight, she didn’t want to let herself in as she had before. So she waits, sitting by the steps, bundled up in a thick winter coat, with only her nose and eyes peeking out from under her scarf. 

-

miles had spent most of his day at the library. helping out with the cleaning, trying to get it back to its usual magnificence. and although the place now looked like nothing happened, there was still a dark cloud looming over the society and all its members. how could they move on from this? for miles, it was like eternally waiting for the blow but never quite knowing when and how it’d hit. 

begrudgingly, he makes his way back to the wilde apartment with his hands deep in his coat’s pockets. the wind is howling, hitting his skin, and he can’t wait to walk in the warmth of the home he shares with nevaeh. he’s almost there, walking a little bit faster with each step when a figure outside the building makes him stop on his tracks. he recognizes phoebe almost instantly. 

miles takes a deep breath as he makes his way over. he is happy to see her. but he is not in the mood to continue their fight from last night. there’s enough in his plate as it is, he doesn’t need phoebe breaking up with him as well. because.. that’s what she is here for, right ?

“hey,” he mutters shyly, once he is in front of here. “what are you doing here? it’s freezing cold.” 

[wildingham]

𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒆𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒐𝒏.

Sleep didn’t seem to be an option after the discovery of the library. Her mind had been much too focused on what was to become of them, and if it were at all possible to stop. She’s grateful when she heard Miles in the kitchen and was quick to join him. It would be nice to step out of her own head for awhile. “Tea?” She questioned, though she knew by the kettle that she had answered her own question. “With almond milk please. Have you eaten? I can cook us up something really quick.” She asked feeling the need to respond to his offer with one of her own. “Did you get any sleep last night?”

-

“coming right up,” he replies, making his way over to the fridge to get the milk. nevaeh has always been so attentive with him that miles is happy to return the favor for once. after the events of the party, he feels the need to be closer to those around you, to protect them from whatever danger they might be facing. “oh, don’t worry, i am not hungry.” how could he? if his stomach has been a knot of fear and worry since last night. miles places two steamy mugs on the counter, offering one to nevaeh. “i didn’t, i just couldn’t,” he admits, as he brings his own to his lips, if only to breathe up the steam. “what about you? how are you feeling? after.. you know.”

[wildingham]

𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏.

honestly, lena’s only half-listening, trying her hardest to devour everything on the table with her eyes. she turns to miles with a grin. “i’m always hungry.” she’s teasing, but it’s the truth; gluttony suits her. “but you don’t need to make anything. nevaeh’s been meal-prepping for me, did you hear? she’s close to stealing your spot as my favorite.” as she speaks, she cuts out a piece of the cheesecake and tries it, a happy noise escaping her. it’s delicious, of course. for a moment, she feels something like peace, one that she’s only ever felt around him, practically the only family she has if you ask her. “so. everything alright? after, you know…” she waves a hand. she’s refused to think about the aftermath of the party so far, but if there’s anyone she’s willing to talk with, it’s him.

-

“oh really?” there’s a playful surprise in his voice and he bring his hand to his chest. “she’s never meal-prepped for me before and we’re roommates.” there’s a fake pout on his lips, because still, if anyone makes sure miles is well fed that’s nevaeh. she is the sunshine to his dark nights. truly, the best roommate he could have. either way, miles is happy to see lena doing well and enjoying the cheesecake. if she’s alright, he’s alright too. and he smiles while looking at her. a smile that doesn’t last too long as “the topic” is brought up. “i guess,” he replies with a shrug of his shoulders. because at least everything seemed to be alright. “i just feel like i’m constantly expecting another blow,” he admits. “and it’s exhausting.”

[wildingham]

𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒎𝒓𝒊.

upon seeing miles’ face he almost wishes he hadn’t called out a warning, just to be petty. but then again, while he does dislike the other man very much, he’s not that much of an asshole as to let him hurt himself if he can prevent it. the question makes farrow roll his eyes because it’s evident miles hadn’t expected farrow to help at all. “why are you thanking me?” he questions, eyebrows furrowing. “isn’t it our job as society members to keep this place in tip-top shape at all times or whatever?” 

-

miles is still pretty impressed with farrow and it shows by the look on his face. he observes the other with wide eyes and the tiniest hint of a smirk on his lips. “yeah, i guess you’re right,” he finally admits. because for the first time in forever, they might actually agree on something. “i just didn’t expect to see you here. well, i didn’t expect to see anyone here,” he explains. “after last night, i don’t think anyone’s excited about coming back to the library. but it’s our duty, so thanks for showing up.”

[wildingham]

𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏.

      Johannes didn’t think he’d be going back to the library for a while. It was meant to be a safe place, but now all he can feel is fear and confusion. He sighs in resignation—he can’t do anything but wait—and walks along the shelves, looking through the books, almost expecting certain death to jump on him. When he sees Miles, however, his worries are cast aside for the moment. “I could say the same about you,“ he says, smiling. "It was fun. I, uh, had a good time looking for the sword with you and Sylvia, I just wish the night had had a different end.” Preferably an end with less bloody threats and more prizes. “So, you have the guts to come over here, huh?”

-

miles smiles, the memories from the “treasure hunt” that night coming back to him. it was fun indeed, all the more because they accomplished the mission by finding the sword. it wasn’t a competition but if it was, they would’ve won, and miles definitely likes winning. miles nods his head, he understands the feeling, he too wishes the night would’ve had a different end. “i almost feel the need to be here as much as possible,” he confesses. miles trusts johannes enough to open up to him. “it’s not like i am the strongest lad, but i feel like i need to be here in case something happens, you know? like... i need to try my best to protect this place.”

[wildingham]

𝒘𝒉𝒐: @helenaed​. 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏: idk, time doesn’t exist. 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆: wilde apartment, kitchen.

it’s been a weird few days after the party but having lena around makes miles feel a whole lot better about everything. there’s cookies, cheesecake and tea sitting on the table kitchen. miles is only responsible for the tea. the deserts were probably brought by nevaeh and he knows she won’t mind if they indulge a little. “would you like something else to drink or eat?” he asks, a half-smile on his lips. “i can make you something if you’re hungry,” he offers as the worried older brother he’s always been around lena. “though the cheesecake is really good if you ask me.”

[wildingham]

𝒘𝒉𝒐: @jchanncs. 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏: a couple days after the party.  𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆: the halls of the society library. 

when he walks in the library a few days after the “attack”, everything looks spotless. miles knows he shouldn’t be so surprised, he knew the mess would be gone quickly, but it still feels weird to act like nothing happened. either way, he’s glad to find a familiar face in between all the ancient books. miles gives johannes a small and a wave as he makes his way over. “i think i didn’t say it that day, but thank you for being such a teammate during the party, that was one cool sword.”

[wildingham]

𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒎𝒓𝒊.

where: the society library

when: the morning after the party

who: open to anyone ( @harcourtstart​ )

it takes all morning to pick up the broken pieces of glass strewn all over the room and still as he walks around to check he manages to find them hidden in every crevice and corner. broom in hand, he makes sure to at least pile the glass where others won’t be able to accidentally step on it. after he’s content with the job he’s done he settles down in one of the library’s couches to rest. “watch out,” he says just in case the newcomer he can hear coming down the stairs hadn’t seen the pile of broken shards on the floor. “there’s broken glass in that corner.”

-

miles is not farrow’s biggest fan, actually, it’s quite the opposite. as he walks down the stairs to help clean up the mess from last night, he is surprised to find farrow there. someone he did not expect or want to see there. and miles is about to call him out for lounging on the couch but after looking at the broom and the pile of broken glass on the floor he connects the dots. “you cleaned this up?” he asks, pointing at the shards, impressed. “thank you,” he adds, biting his bottom lip. 

[wildingham]

𝒘𝒉𝒐: @nevaehthompson​. 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏: the morning after the party. 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆: their apartment’s kitchen.

miles is grateful he is not as hangover as he had imagined. yet somehow, he feels worse. he is scared, confused, wondering what the hell happened last night at the society’s library. his one safe zone is being threatened and miles for once has no idea how to go about it. it’s all his mind can focus on that he doesn’t notice the kettle has started to boil, it takes him a second too long to react and fend to it. “would you like a cup?” he asks, not sure if nevaeh is could hear him.

[godfreysteel]

Bill Skarsgård as Roman Godfrey HEMLOCK GROVE (2013-2015)     ↳  1x02 ― The Angel.

[wildingham]

𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒃𝒆-𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒏.

PART OF BEING with Miles was knowing exactly when things were wrong, and Phoebe picks up on his annoyance immediately. And for the first time in her life, she is at a loss for words. “I - I didn’t mean it like that, darling —” But even the sweet nothings feel disingenuous, and she swallows. “It’s just - well, I thought this was kind of a now thing.” Half the truth, if only because she’s afraid of letting her heart be torn apart. 

this was kind of a now thing. that hurts. way more than miles had expected. “well, your definition of now seems to be a little different than mine,” he replies sarcastically. and all the alarms inside miles’ head start to go off because... does this mean that she’s also leaving? just like everyone else? a fear that he had tried to bury deep inside suddenly seems to resurface. and it blinds him. “good to know you see us like that. helps me prepare for the blow.”

[wildingham]

𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓.

“Um,” Lucy began, not expecting a reply or a request for further information. Her hands danced around her neck as Lucy looked nearly anywhere else but directly at Miles. “This particular ship is just… It’s too big. There’s more masts and sails than a pirate vessel would have during this time, so this one is probably more what the pirates would have attacked? It would probably have belonged to a shipping company with a good amount of money, given the carvings and everything… So yes, it would be associated with pirates, but not in the fun way.” She coughed, once. “That was probably more than you needed to know. Sorry.”

Looking at him as he took the drink, Lucy exhaled through her nose, almost loud enough for it to qualify as a snort. “You look miserable drinking that.” Her humor died as quickly as it had emerged, however, with Miles’ question. “Is it that obvious,” she moaned in frustration. “I don’t like parties. I don’t like this many people. But I’m here and I have to do something about it, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy to be here. Any tips?”

-

miles listened intently, nodding his head along the way. he welcomed the information with wide eyes and genuine interest. “there’s nothing to be sorry about,” he tells her. “i was the one who asked, after all.” he smiled, then continued. “i think it’s very interesting to think that this ship was once attacked by pirates, pretty cool if you ask me.” he looked around once more in wonder and a hint of nostalgia, knowing that they probably won’t see the ship after tonight. 

“i am miserable,” he replied, with a nod of his head as his eyes fixated on the bottle in his hands. “it’s horribly warm,” he explained, and then he brought it back to his lips for another sip and another grimace of disgust. “why didn’t you skip it, then?” he asked simply. “but if you have to be here, then i recommend alcohol, it makes everything more bearable. the downside? you’ll be hungover tomorrow.”

[wildingham]

𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒆𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒐𝒏.

His reaction solicited a soft laugh at of her. as she listened to him list of risks Nevaeh could be taking by being barefoot she reached for a glass of champagne. “Actually, dad, there’s a lot of studies that have found loads of benefit from being barefoot.” After a small sip to soothe her parched throat she went on. “They call it grounding, and it can improve your immune system, your sleep schedule, help with balance. The most impressive to me though, is that it can help regulate the nervous system. Of course it wouldn’t do me any favors if I stepped on a nail but still cool to think about.” She concluded with another swig from her glass. “ Oh — and you so would take care of me. I’m pretty sure that is one of the bylaws of being roomies.” Nevaeh taunted, all in good fun. “I would have had to drag you out to the dancefloor immediately. Which… probably wouldn’t end well for me. You got some height on me so thanks for saving me the embarrassment and exploring the ship.” She laughed.

-

“yeah, those studies probably referred to walking barefoot on grass or at home, not at a damn college party,” he continued with his reprimand. and then, as if he couldn’t get more annoying, he added: “i’m not letting you get all that bacteria inside our house, i’ll carry you from the door to the bathroom and that’s all i can offer.” another sip of his beer to conclude the topic. miles made a grimace at the sour taste but still took another sip, the last one, just to finish it off. 

miles laughed along with nevaeh. he actually wouldn’t mind being dragged to the dancefloor. “i might just want to dance a little,” he admitted, with a hint of mischief. “but first things first. we need to get some rum in our bodies. we are supposed to be pirates, right? we gotta do things right.”

[wildingham]

𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒃𝒆-𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒏.

𝚆𝙷𝙾: @wildingham​. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽: at the night before the gallows. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴: walking onto the ship.

SEEING THE SAILS fly high, Phoebe almost wants to laugh — she’d never thought that she’d be dressed in full pirate garb, but here she was, arm-in-arm with Miles. Maybe she’s a bit drunk from the wine she’d had for dinner, but there’s something looser about her today, and she sighs. “Looks nice, but I do feel a bit ridiculous in all of this.” She sighs, gesturing towards her costume while continuing to walk forwards. “Honestly, I do hope that whomever I end up marrying doesn’t make me go to too many parties on boats. I get so seasick.” 

-

miles is ready to have a good time tonight. not only the location is breathtaking, his eyes are wide as he tries to take in every detail. but he’s also dressed in one of his favorite outfits ever. a shakespearean costume that probably isn’t historically accurate, but miles couldn’t care less. “i think you look beautiful,” he tells phoebe with a smile, he can already tell she is not as excited as him about the party. but what she says next was something he wasn’t expecting. ouch. “was that really necessary? whomever you end up marrying?” he asks, the happiness in his voice turning into annoyance in a matter of seconds.