#spannerstruck

@spannerstruck asked: ❝ “don’t go. stay.” — but it’s from henry and on his wedding day (ur last post gave me brainworms) ❞ ( sacred romantic moments / ref )

The smiles, the joy, the platitudes. It was hard to fake it—and even harder to hide it from the person who knew him better than anyone, save his own sister. Watching Henry go through with a wedding, his attentions promised to someone else. Well, any hopes on William's part that his bitterness was simply the jealousy of a friend had long since been abandoned. And if William was otherwise happily married himself, it only meant that for the moment he must save face in front of her as well. He was standing in the lobby—currently empty aside from himself—in an attempt to escape the busywork of setup. He was staring out the glass of the door, arms crossed over chest. ( So easy to just walk out and abandon it all. Certainly more enjoyable if he ignored the definite consequences. ) Henry's voice startled him, although he didn't flinch.

🔧 @spannerstruck ! / HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS

"𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞?" 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.

     @spannerstruck ★ “You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.” [ henry / … to his dear friend comforting him after charlie’s death ☺️ ]

     His stare is a bit too intense, pale blue eyes dead focused on the face of his friend -- observing every twitch of muscle or flicker of eyelids. He should not feel pleased to see Henry so broken, slowly recovering from the emotional shock of Charlies death.      And William smiles -- something he has learned to mimic, of sorrow but a slight comfort knowing that he was helping Henry. No, he was guiding his dear friend. To know what it is like to only have one person to trust, to care.