but he doesn’t eat yet. will’s lips twist slightly down, and he gives a half—hearted nod, still evidently worried about the dog’s healing.
“his paw is fixed, he’ll just have trouble getting around without extra help for a while.
over one another to greet it, and will gently sets the mail aside to greet his dogs in return. bent at the knee, genuine smile tugging at his lips as he scratches behind ears. eventually, they all file away— save for winston,
he can taste the hesitation in his own mouth, lips remaining closed around any words to encourage her along. to let the shell—like woman crawl back to herself, settle back into brittle body like she both does and does not
is what’s right to the two of them.
a balancing act, as it is for anyone with such a sentence hanging around their neck. he’s no stranger to the thin beam himself, has to painstakingly put one foot in front of the other
it’s suffocating, but i’d rather drown in a sea of others than be stranded and cold on my own little boat. i enjoy helping people. does that change what you think of me, yet?
i’ll keep an eye out for your response. ’
“sure, sure—”
non injured hand fumbles around, finds the neck of a glass bottle ; he can’t remain defenseless, not like this. breaks it, clings to the makeshift weapon like a lifeline.
@rotcrawl
( expression relaxes, chest thrums with an odd sense of both satisfaction and amusement. maybe he’s also weird. maybe he should put on another shirt, suddenly hyper aware of scars and bare skin. )
… okay.
in harsh bursts, body still shaking violently as it inches closer, closer, peering down into his face.
unfortunate recognition tries to part the haze over his brain, and will tilts his head in confusion, down at vince.
“ . . . huh?”
of vicious migraine and the night sky. and so, fear guides his hand as he lashes out, tells himself he feels nothing * good as a fist connects.
it hears the backpedaling of footsteps, and will attempts to scramble to
// … he shaves his face the same as often as possible bc of sensory issue btw .. doesn’t let it get past short stubble because he’ll pick at it or pull at it when stressed …. but he also doesn’t like having no facial hair cause that also just Feels Bad …
bloodied cheek turns to face them, brow pinched as it nods. turns its eyes back to his palms with a grimace.
“yes. came to * behind the wheel——” disbelieving, bitter laugh slips out.
“was already halfway here before i realized
seeing as i was a … scrawny kid.” he laughs, averting gaze— tip toes over details of a different name and longer hair.
“worked on diesel motors during the day, but at night, sometimes he’d come home. drag an old boat motor in
blinks visions of a head caved in away, refocuses on the heart monitor beside her. alive.
a breath taken in as she begins to speak, gently clearing his throat as he catches sight of bare ring finger. the best attempt
@mtildaed
// i am ill and filled with anguish my head hurts and all i can think about is beating hannibal lecter with a rock for what he did .. i miss he r
“if it’ll help with any pain or discomfort, i’d rather try it than not. i’m worried i’ll get called away for something before he’s fully better.”
a quiet admission, teeth denting bottom lip until will raises his drink to his
♡ if you are interested in shipping your muse with will.
muse is bisexual with a male lean, and multi—ship, no current limit on doubles or ships.
chemistry * required. allows the same as above.
ever so slightly. a laugh leaves him at the word ‘delusion’, sardonic show of teeth paired with it.
" i know he’s dead, ” will breathes, and traces a line across hannibal’s skin. thumbnail presses gently, appreciative of the
that’s the case? feeling a lot * is tiring, i’ll give you that. do you ever feel tired, tired of being cold and unfeeling, or pretending that you are? you’re trying really hard to put on that face. even your cologne reeks of it.
// sorry for vanishing, been having some weird health stuff on top of work. will graham moment. gonna follow people back now & Hopefully do some replies cause i miss being on here 👍
upwards in response, attempting to grab onto anything— slipping over plastic mask as he struggles. eventually, he manages a fist full of hair and fabric.
will holds as tight as he possibly can, and then * yanks, desperate.
your duty?
( brow twitches, and he shakes his head. )
maybe as my psychiatrist, but … seeing that i’m not ‘harmed’ is a tough obligation to have, doctor. * you could be harmed.
( instinct to push, or stand still. stubborn in the -
its my duty to see that you're not harmed,as well as being your psychiatrist,will.
( smoothly plays it off as care,as it handling the situation where jack clearly doesn't. if it could feel frustration,he would,but the pushing of will is one that it has a
it listens just as closely when spencer speaks once more, eyes darting from face to pawns being lined up.
his own thoughts latch onto wondering where his own mother is. ironic, almost, that the pair seem to be so similar
// vince: we should like spend every waking moment together when possible
will: ohhhhh i am going to KMS if i do not get my daily staring at the wall by myself for three hours ..
// that one tiktok audio going around right now that’s like. “you think the wind is ever trying to tell us something?” “i need you to stop saying odd shit” is so price zeller katz and will coded..
unfortunate that such a gift cannot drag him safely out of situations such as this— lack of air in his lungs, the pain of its windpipe under pressure. truly unfortunate, as he continues to find himself in these predicaments