#!william

Love as a Flaw

Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

Love as a Force of Nature

Your love is like whiplash –– it comes in with the rain, it blows the doors wide open. When you fall in love, it is sudden and hard and immense. It is powerful. It is earth-shaking and world-ending. Nature is a force, and that force can be destructive if you're not careful. See how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire –– your love consumes, your love takes, your love burns. You're hot and cold all at once, a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin, and when you're in love, it can feel like it's eating you alive from the inside out. When you love, it is with everything you have because it is everything you have. Be careful, darling, because not everyone survives the storm.

Love as a Threshold

I've never felt So all alone In this lifeboat I call a home You're my only refuge In this, raging sea Over the howling wind, your voice Rescues me

So I'll say hello, again, hello What is there to be done? Find a mechanist, a mechanism Working one-by-one With a busted-up database, I'm losing the chase But I'll say hello, again, hello Just who can I become?

He finds himself staring blankly at his computer screen. Waiting.

He'd been in the middle of painting something on the easel in his room when something... something, he can't remember it because it's like an itch deep within his brain...

Something's stirred inside of him.

The paint is isn't spilled on the carpet. The easel is isn't on the floor.

I should be scared, shouldn't I?

^ heart has canonically stopped twice, making her flatline in the hospital

^ was suffocated internally by an electronic ghost in front of one of his best friends

It's a semicircle around him, a bunch of Bloks herding the teen against the rock walls pushing out of the Desert Sector. William grunts in frustration as his hands tighten around the handle of his broadsword.

As he lunges at the first on his left, a powerful laser shot impacts his ankle, disrupting it - and him. There's a second of fleeting fear where he realizes that he's going to fall.

William hits the dusty ground, his hands clutching at the sand. There's frustration in his eyes, his teeth grit as he rolls over to face his foes. The blade rests next to him, but he's in no position to grab it and go on the offensive... or defensive.

"Super--"

Before he can finish the phrase, twin fans seem to spawn from the heavens. One slashes the Eye of Xana on his attacker, fatally wounding it and causing the monster to explode. The other fan circles around once before gashing another Blok's eye, finishing it off as well.

"Yumi!"