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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[asharpertongue]

Lara hadn't been looking for Will, not exactly. She'd gotten the text from Corry and gone for a walk. Maybe it was instinct that pulled her to where he was but it didn't matter. He was her friend, had been for most of her life, and as close as she was with Corry, as far as she and Will had drifted in recent years, she still hurt when he did.

She sat down next to him and handed him another bottle, sitting in silence. He'd talk when he was ready.

[owenphillips]

The sea was calming, and Owen had been on edge for most of the day after a conversation with Mrs Garner. He’d walked down to the beach. Stripped off to his underwear and then realised that now was not a good time to go into the sea. Because he couldn’t trust that he’d want to get out anytime soon and he had work commitments later. So with a small frown, he’d put all his clothes back on and started to walk home via the docks.

From a distance he saw someone throwing something into the sea. It hadn’t seemed that strange, and he’d not been paying complete attention until the other person seemed to start moving in an agitated manner, ripping off their t-shirt and diving into the sea. From where he stood, Owen didn’t know who it was and thusly couldn’t be sure it was a Siren. So when time had passed and they hadn’t emerged for air, Owen felt his feet carrying him quicker along the wooden ground below. He was just reaching the end when the person finally surfaced.

Will. Will Cabot. Corry’s husband. Siren. Asking for a, no doubt alcoholic, drink and he looked worse than Owen felt. Which really was something right now. “Are you ok?” He asked, it was stupid really, but the first thing that came to mind.

[edcabot]

Ed was angry. He was angry and scared and worried all at once. It was a lot of emotions that he normally wasn't used to dealing with and it made him more jittery than he usually was. Ed never talked about it but the reason that he called and emailed and texted his family so much was so that he knew they were okay. After what happened with Henry he was terrified that he would lose another one.

And then Will had gone off the grid, so to speak. Ed knew he had his reasons and his heart ached for what Corry had done to his brother but Ed was still scared and angry at Will just disappearing. By the time he found his brother on the docks he was properly pissed and scared.

"Hey, asshole!" he shouted, storming over to a naked Will. Will struggled to his feet, drunkenly weaving as he did so. As soon as his brother was standing Ed punched him, right in the jaw. It probably hurt Ed more than it did will, the older Cabot practically being carved out of granite. But Ed was too pissed to care about his throbbing hand.

"Don't you ever, EVER go silent like that again!"

[meowhistory]

Lena wants to butt her head against him and circle him before curling up on his lap because even though she's not a witch or a siren or anything else useful, she can pick up on misery and a good cud-

Oh God, she IS NOT a cat.

But now she's already next to him, Will Cabot. Didn't change at all in four years, still something like out of a Catholic image. "Shit."

[fairywren]

It's a weird Christmas. It's just been a weird, weird Christmas, and weirder even that he finds himself caring. Christmas Eve with Kim was really refreshingly nice, but yesterday he got stir-crazy and took off to find a club where no one knew him. He'd found a bed to fall into and left this morning before the sun was fully up to get back to his real life and walk the dog.

This is his first time getting up and out of the house since then. He's been writing and reading nonstop, but he needs to clear his head.

It hasn't been long enough since he threw himself off this pier that he doesn't stop when he sees someone jump off it. After a second his brain supplies that it looks an awful lot like Will Cabot, and so he's probably not trying to drown himself, but Wren heads over in concern anyway.

Will drags himself back up onto the dock. "Only if you don't blame me for the aftermath," Wren says and passes the bottle. He's no one to judge needing a drink or five. He sits down. "Rough holiday, I take it."

[trinamoon]

Trina is late to work, and she's practically running down the sidewalk into Quill, purse flinging and heels clicking. She would normally just skip out on her bagel and coffee, but her parents had actually returned from their never-ending retirement vacation to spend the holidays with her and she's tired from trying to keep them occupied. Thank god, they weren't staying in her apartment this year. They had booked a cabin up at the lodge. Still, her mother's questions never ceased. Career, marriage, kids. Trina was spoiled rotten to the core, but five minutes with her mother Vivica could always make her feel inadequate.

A feeling she hated because she's not used to it. She's Trina Moon. She's perfect, or that's what she tries to tell herself when she leaves Quill, bagel and espresso in hand. She doesn't hurry straight to her car once she has her breakfast. Instead, she takes a stroll further towards the docks, thinking she needs to get her head right before she goes into the office.

It doesn't take her long to stumble upon Will staggering around his boat. She had heard shouting, and she had come over to see if someone was in trouble only to find Will shirtless with a bottle in his hand. Shocked, she watches him in silence from a moment, not sure what she's seeing, but he is visibly upset. She is far enough away that he hasn't noticed her, and she looks down at her watch to check the time. Oh god, she's so late, and she wants to leave because it's work and she should.

Stamping her heel into the ground, she sighs frustrated knowing that she can't just go now that she's seen him. Wrapping her coat and scarf around her body, she approaches the side of the boat slowly. "Will, are you okay?" she asks, checking him over for something to explain this behavior.