G L O R I O U S !

WILL POWER ! this is just becoming a fucking christian borle fan account i hate this little man so much but i love him so 

                              hand rested on his chest, stance oozing with the utmost confidence. this man would be crushed by his own ego   &   boasting self esteem. he was too much of a narcissist to care about anyone else, but he was quite the actor, too.   ‘   i’d love to have a chat, if that’s what you want, honey.   ’   smile remained smug,   ‘   i can make the time, i’m sure.   ’

                              ‘   sometimes its good to brag,   ’   he very lightly took that sometimes. griping about how hard it was to be him, how he hated the difficult trials of writing. which was very much true, but he was also one to tell himself that his works would be great no matter what.   ‘   having confidence in myself is what gets me so far.   ’   that was one thing they could share ; knowing their works were incredible, their egos were inflated beyond recognition.   ‘   but that fame a writer wants is hell. but believe me, the glory comes with those hankering trials.   ’   he probably didn’t need to tell him this, but he was one to talk too much, babble on. 

                              his eyebrows shot up, whipping around to see who had bumped into him. grin pulled over his lips at her apologies that poured from her lips. a cocky stance was taken, hands hovering as he looked her over.   ‘   it’s fine, love ! it’s alright, relax a bit, alright ?   ’   a nod,   ‘   are ya’ hurt ?   ’

                              ‘   sorry, love. i’m afraid i don’t have time to sign anything right now.   ’   william waved her off, moving around her   &   forward, a bit of a quickened pace about his walk.   ‘   i’ll be sure to compensate with something, i assure you.   ’

                              ‘   i beg your pardon ?   ’   tone with no regard or care for what he said, just HOW he said it. maybe he took that a bit too harshly, reading into it too much, but he was going to be melodramatic over the situation anyways. be it positive or negative, he had to have a show with attention on himself. 

                              ‘   now, i, personally, wouldn’t say that.   ’   william was always one to put in his opinion above others. believing one was right   &   one was wrong, of course. push his own over the others. he crossed arms over chest with that dumb, cocky look painted all over his mug.   ‘   introspection is all your’s though. so you have that, at least.   ’

                              ‘   charmed, i’m sure.   ’   hands curled near his chest, fingers   &   expression seemed to recoil at the man with raised eyebrows. he’d still pull a smile, tone trying to be as charming as he usually was.   ‘   william. but please, call me will.   ’   almost demanding tone with his address, hand slightly moving to shake his with a feigned smile.