#will: interaction

Will had heard the door open just as he’d been getting out of the shower, his senses picking up on the sounds, but the instant he heard the steps, he knew it was Rowan. As he walked out of the bathroom, he was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp and his body still covered in droplets. His plan had been to get to his bedroom and make himself presentable, but judging from the way Rowan looked at him as they met in the hallway, it appeared he was presentable enough. A little grin appeared on his lips as her eyes wandered over his body, and only after several seconds moved up to meet his. The blush on her cheeks had him smiling, although there was an entire different set of thoughts quickly brewing in his mind. 

“It’s quite alright, I heard you come in,” he told her, taking a step closer. Maybe getting dressed wasn’t so urgent, after all. And man, was he glad Ophelia was off to Canada with her weird fae friend. “That is very considerate of you, darling,” he responded with a smile, and although he actually was pleased with the surprise, his mind was currently elsewhere. He gently took the brown paper bag from her hand and placed it on the nearby dresser, his other hand moving to her side. He used the hold to pull her closer, droplets transferring from his skin to her clothes as he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. When he drew back, there was a mischievous grin on his face as he observed, “How uncivil of me, I’m getting you all wet.” 

Getting used to this strange world was taking Will some time, but he liked to think he was adapting well enough; at least people had gone from considering him weird, to thinking him just a little bit quirky. He knew Rowan played a big part in this, she was always patient with him and his missteps, he’d learned a great deal from her, and he knew he could be himself around her - truly himself. Which was why he didn’t even try to hide his gleeful, yet a little cautious, smile as he sat in the passenger seat of her car. It was one of the things that blew his mind the most, how transport had turned into such a fast-paced, hypertechnological thing. “How long does it take to learn how to drive one of these machines?” he asked with a curious look, studying her movements as she drove them towards their day trip to the beach. Ophelia had concocted a potion that allowed him a few hours in the sun, though he knew he couldn’t abuse it, unless he wanted to deal with its nasty side effects. “It must require a remarkable amount of coordination.” 

Will had absolutely no knowledge of anything related to herbs and tinctures - and knew even less about spells and magic potions -, and the extent of his competence was reading the labels on the containers. Still, he liked spending time with his great-grandniece (or whatever she would be called with eight generations between them), so whenever he wasn’t particularly busy, he hung out at Ophelia’s shop, helping her unpack supplies or simply chatting with her. It was as much for company, as it was an added layer of security in case an ill-intentioned person showed up, and when it came to magical beings, that tended to happen, mostly because Ophelia was still coven-less. However, the person who walked through the front door of the shop as Will was tidying the shelves seemed far from ill-spirited. If anything, she seemed a little out of her element. Whether that meant she was regular non-magical person, or a novice witch, he couldn’t know. But her attractive features were something Will noticed at once as she approached the counter. 

“Good afternoon,” he greeted with a polite smile. “I’m afraid Miss Todd is out running an errand, but I’ll do my best to help, if I can.” He knew that if she were there to ask for something more complicated than a simple pre-packaged tincture, they’d have to wait for the witch to return. But he avoided saying that just yet, waiting instead to hear what her query would be.  

“A girl at the pub tonight told me I should be arrested for being, and I quote, criminally charming,” Will informed as he walked back from the kitchen with a beer for Thea and a glass of wine for himself; though he couldn’t really get drunk he still enjoyed the taste. It was different from what he remembered, but not necessarily in bad way. “That’s not a real thing, is it?” he asked with an amused and yet curious look, taking a seat next to her. This new century was so incredibly strange to him, he wouldn’t have been too surprised if a law actually existed in that sense. The fact that the girl had been flirting with him had flown right above his head, as most of those attempts did. 

“So people pay this ridiculous amount of money to eat... raw fish?” Will’s eyebrows shot up as he looked at the receipt for the sushi delivery, mildly confused about this particular modern culinary habit. Granted, he’d never tried it before, and he was a little skeptical to, but the girl seemed convinced it was some sort of godsend food. And while he didn’t truly need to eat, he enjoyed discovering what new tastes had developed in the two hundred years he’d spent in forced hibernation, isolated from the progress of human history. Not to mention she’d insisted it was an educational experience, given his lack of contact with foreign cultures. “Are you sure this is safe?” he asked as he watched her unwrap the packages and place differently shaped items on his plate. “Oh, there’s rice too. I love rice.”