#will. ic.

closed for @ncghtshifts. / there is yesterday to reckon with. the hangover is gone but will's on the market for another one, as evidenced by the vodka in his hand (beer is too slow; he stopped at a liquor store and showed up to gunner's well prepared to bypass the first floor of intoxication, though his tolerance dictates that he cannot yet be sky high).

closed for @juvinile. / exterior, night, one lit cigarette between will's teeth, ash dripping in intervals onto the pavement.

OPEN. / his eyes open in the grass. or rather he's in the grass, his eyes are in his skull, the grass is in a field, and he may be covered in parasitic arachnids by now but there's no helping it. eyelids feel coated in lead paint. neck, when it moves, might as well be creaking.

closed for @halfrest. / he swims through reality to the sands of irving and there is the back of freya's blonde head, which will believes he might know anywhere. this belief is founded on psychedelics and would not hold up to major scrutiny; it will be gone in the morning. this isn't a familiarity measuring contest, though - it's a get your high ass to the beach contest, and will has won.

closed for @stainedcherub. / he's not going to talk about it. he's going to stare at the ceiling and wonder, but he won't ask questions. who can fathom the depths of gunner's mind? not will. will would like to, if given the option, and he has the sense that this is a problem with him, not with gunner (will can seldom find problems with gunner, or with lana, or with freya).