The Docks [OPEN, tw: marriage break up, drunken behaviour, violent tempers]

[willcabot]

Sitting at the end of the dock, Will's legs draped into the cold water as he finished the last mouthful of the bottle. Turning the bottle in his hand, the amber glow made him for one awful moment think of Corry's hair in the fading sunlight- throwing the bottle impulsively at the wall, he let it smash satisfyingly before pulling another bottle towards him.

He couldn't feel his toes any more, he couldn't remember how long he'd been sat here for like this. He hadn't been home yet, hadn't been to the boat just in case she was there. Everywhere he looked it reminded him of her, of the life that they'd promised each other and the life that was now in ruins. Because she loved him. Ha!

Glancing at the ring on his finger, he pressed his forehead to the rim of his drink and took a gulping breath in. Her smile as she said I do. Pulling the ring off he stumbled up and backwards before throwing it into the deep waters of the cove. Turning his back on the water, he took another few mouthfuls and heading towards the shore.

"Shit," Will swore, dropping the bottle to the floor before he turned and ran towards the end of the dock. Tearing off his shirt, he jumped into the water and dived into the deep, ice cold waters. Shifting, he swam deeper and deeper until he found the band of metal down in the dark bottom. Clutching it in his hand, he swam back to the surface before pulling himself onto the docks. Collapsing on the wooden planks, he stretched out his hand and ignored the feet of someone else standing there. "Pass me a drink, will you?"

His hand curled round his wedding ring, letting the metal bite into his palm as he stared up at empty grey skies.

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[fairywren]

Wren remembers the first few days after Enfants officially broke up, how he couldn't think about anything else and didn't want to think at all. The whole of New York felt like a sadistic joke and there's really nothing that seems pathetic or even unfamiliar about Will's response here. Just dangerous.

Wren arches an eyebrow at him. "They take away your membership to the musician club if you don't, you didn't know that?" He smiles dryly. "Yes, alcohol. And heat, even." He extends a hand. "Come on, we can convince the Cove I've got a Cabot fetish."

[willcabot]

"I did not, most of the musicians I've been with... we didn't really spend a lot of time talking." Will replied, with a grim and dark smile. Before Corry there had been women, women, and more women but none of them ever compared to her. She was always the woman he went back to, he was always the one she ran to and she loved him. So she said. She hadn't meant it. "I have two more brothers you know, try anything and I might have to punch you. Ed's just a kid."

Will took Wren's hand and let him help him to his feet.

[fairywren]

Wren stands, steadying Will. "It's true talking is hardly the best use of one's tongue," he jokes, with a small smirk. Will is just about the opposite of his type, or he wouldn't say it right now, but banter is usually how Wren copes.

"I do try when possible to avoid people born in a different decade," he assures Will, steering him in the right direction a little. "No facial rearranging necessary."

[willcabot]

It was easy to steer Will, another alcohol had made him incredibly pliable and manoeuvrable. He pressed a hand against Wren's shoulder before heading in the direction Wren pushed him in.

"Good, I'm glad. I don't like fighting people, that's not who I am." Will murmured. He had never been someone, despite his size, to solve things with his fists. It didn't mean he wouldn't defend himself but he tended to not go starting things. Except maybe with Les. He'd like to slug him just once. "She said she loved me. That's why she 's leaving me."

[fairywren]

Wren nods. "I know." When he'd first seen Will it had been easy to write him off as the privileged pretty boy. Handsome, rich, boisterous: between his size and his looks he'd pinged easily as the adult version of the kids that tried to kill Wren for fun when they were all in school. But he isn't like that, aggressive and arrogant for the hell of it; if anything he's kind of an idealist.

He winces when Will says what Corrine told him. He's been in situations where he's said similar things, that he couldn't let someone else be with him for their own good. It doesn't mean he thinks, now, that it was valid. "That's not fair," he says slowly. "If she doesn't want something, if she needs something else, or to be alone, that's her decision, much as it might hurt." They've crossed the short distance to his loft, and he unlocks the door and shoulders it open for Will, quieting Inari as she comes curiously over. "But it's not fair to mix it up with still loving you."

[willcabot]

"Tell her that, except you can't because she didn't stick around. Like always, like her father. Seems like she inherited a lot more from him than she thought," Will said, a little harshly. He didn't think that not really but it was hard not to think that way when she was leaving him for another man. Because she loved Les but she loved Will and was doing this for him. Doing this for herself so she didn't turn out like her father, like her mother.

[fairywren]

It's harsh, but Wren doesn't interrupt it: Will has every reason to be angry and if he needs to vent, Wren'll let him. It does make him wonder about his own proclivities a little, his own absent father and his anger at him, but he's never spent much time blaming things on childhood trauma and he's not about to start now.

He gestures Will in and toward the couch. "Don't we all?" he asks rhetorically and perches sideways on it.