βI think youβd better take a break.β ( @spannerstruck ! !! )
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"π’ππ'π ππππ ππππ π πππππ'π π’ππ?" william's calm demeanor was all but lost, his body hunched over the desk he was leaning over typically. palms press harshly against surface, while his hair hangs by his face, laced with silvery strands that match his angry eyes.
shoulder blades raised, his nails grind against the bench while his one cocked knee lowered, shoe pressed against the floor as his head spins 'round. his eyes being underlined with bags of signature violet fatigue from lack of sleep. "you'd like if i stepped aside and allowed you to surpass my genius again. and there's no need to lie about it, either." william fully turns, shaking his head as he moves towards henry.
there's a swimming guilt he wants to stomp on, his bloodshot eyes wide with his lips rearing. stalking forth slowly, and with contempt he doesn't quite mean, flashing within his silver gaze. flickering over henry's face. "i'm not going anywhere -- you can't force me. i don't need a break, i need nicotine. and the likes of you out of my sodding office!" he raises his voice, sticking his finger up to point it at henry's face. the pit in his stomach is getting worse the more he defers from what he truly wishes. wants to fall into henry's arms, wished to kiss him and ask whether henry thinks he's a good man or not. the dried blood of gabriel no longer under his fingernails, his stress is only quicker to build -- making things like frustration worse. quicker to build, when shaking hands can't focus on what he's doing as fast as his brain. coming down from his prescription medication and lack of nicotine or alcohol. take your pick.
will turns and returns to his desk, his chest heaving whilst hands push into his pocket -- pulling out of his small bottle of codeine, temples throbbing. will grinds the pills with eyes closed between his teeth while throwing bottle carelessly on the table, and extracting a cigarette which he struggles to light. "fuck sake..." spoken around the filter, thumb striking zippo over and over until it sparks and he once again shuts eyes in the glow of buzz that filters throughout his body. head straightening from its previous tilt.
some part of him hopes henry is gone. another hopes he'd come press against the back of him and offer his stubborn comfort. however, he's sick of keeping up his appearances outside the house when his mental health is deteriorating before his own eyes. about time he snaps at henry. though he says nothing, removing the dart from his mouth and leaning over again, whilst swiping under his nose.
