#will: threads

Will wasn't sure if he was qualified for this. He was supposed to be seeing if there were any signs that Billy shouldn't be released. ❝Everyone wants to know if prison has changed you. Do you feel changed, Mr. Loomis?❞  

          will walked into the book store humming quietly to himself, not bothering to take off his sunglasses as he looked around the shop. based on the size of the shop he didn’t have high hopes that they would have the first edition he was looking for but he’d also heard good things about the owner so he decided to give it a go. he sauntered up to the counter and flashed the woman a smile, finally removing his sunglasses “my gods. it must be my lucky day, your beauty could make even aphrodite jealous.”

‘ you know, i never properly thanked you, for bringing - him here. ’ there was never really a chance, but will still feels a shard of guilt inching towards the center of his heart, threatening to expand, to take him over. he wipes beads of sweat from his brow with a hand still gloved, though miraculously clean of blood - the stark white is an odd sight on him, but welcome. he can feel all of that demigod nervous energy compounding in his nerves, though, his leg bouncing idly as he studies percy. ‘ you could’ve just ignored him, but you didn’t. i know it must’ve been tempting. ’  /  @thalassus

          will sat at the table sipping his wine as he waited for loki to arrive. he had almost just surprised him by portaling in to wherever he was but if loki was playing some long con then will didn’t want to blow it up, so he decided to have a snake deliver a message to loki to meet up. of course it was at one of the most lavish restaurants in the city, because william laurent didn’t know how to do anything conservatively. hearing the door to the private room open up, will looked up from the newspaper he was reading and smiled at his old friend “well look at you, director really feels like a step down from prince. did they not teach you on asgard to step up with titles?” he teased

          william walked into the loud club, a stunning model on each arm drawing the stares of many of the club goes. he didn’t blame them. between his own looks and the looks of the models they were bound to draw attention, which was what william wanted. he had never laid low and if the man that killed his mother knew of him then will wanted the warlock to know he was coming. the handsome man ushered the girls to the dance floor before going to the bar to get them all some drinks. as he waited will leaned against the bar and smiled flirtatiously at a blonde. “now what on earth is a beautiful girl like yourself doing all alone? it’s a crime against the gods.”

            “you must be in constant trouble with the law.” william sighed, shaking his head as he pretended to be upset at the prospectbefore smiling at the stanger “because it has to be illegal to look the way you do.” the dark haired man leaned forward, slightly invading the other males space, and intently studied his face “if i didn’t know her i’d say you were had crafted by my aunts own hands.”

❝So, you're trying to build a what now?❞