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Jaw set, Will trudged out against the weather and turned his collar up. Tightening his coat, his fingertips lingered where his heart had been before his hands slid away into his pockets. He had expected it to hurt more, that somehow it would be more painful than his wife's departure, her betrayal, but it wasn't. Letting that Harpy woman, that sea witch, take his heart had been easier than he expected. And now, he felt at peace or rather, he felt nothing which was almost just as good.
Bracing himself, he barely smiled when a group of kids threw snowballs at him and he ducked his head before tucking the bag of goods closer to his body. He was going to see her, not his wife because he knew better, but someone else. Someone from his past. He kept thinking about her, even without his heart in place but it was different somehow. He didn't feel guilty about it any more. Like being with her, or going to be with her was perfectly natural.
Stopping to help an elderly lady up her stoop, Will pressed his lips together in a small smile before heading down the street. He'd be there soon, at Trina's, and then hopefully she could warm him up. He wanted that after all, not his wife.
OOC: Will sold his heart to the Harpy matriarch, find him out wandering in the snow as he heads out to a certain Trina Moon's place.
Bracing himself, he barely smiled when a group of kids threw snowballs at him and he ducked his head before tucking the bag of goods closer to his body. He was going to see her, not his wife because he knew better, but someone else. Someone from his past. He kept thinking about her, even without his heart in place but it was different somehow. He didn't feel guilty about it any more. Like being with her, or going to be with her was perfectly natural.
Stopping to help an elderly lady up her stoop, Will pressed his lips together in a small smile before heading down the street. He'd be there soon, at Trina's, and then hopefully she could warm him up. He wanted that after all, not his wife.
OOC: Will sold his heart to the Harpy matriarch, find him out wandering in the snow as he heads out to a certain Trina Moon's place.
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Date: 2015-01-27 08:48 pm (UTC)He'd sat back and let himself be entertained as that potion-maker all positivity and intoxicants had spread utter chaos through the humans of the Cove in the name of egalitarianism. Auryn's not sure he wants to share, particularly, but on the other hand, it's been interesting seeing how humans cope with their number casting spells. With a much larger majority than usual using magic in public. In the end, of course, any harm done would have been ascribed to the witch himself, he's sure.
Now he's got a snowstorm, and as he rarely manages to get cold, it's a perfect time to wander, watching the weather.
He stops, though, as a tall man, handsome in a way that seems as much born into than blessed by genetics, passes. There's something about him. Something -- empty. It fascinates Auryn, and he takes a drag on his cigarette and tilts his head, watching the darkness for a second.
"What did you do?" he can't stop himself from asking bluntly, turning his cigarette into ash and brushing his hands off.
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Date: 2015-01-27 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-28 12:00 am (UTC)"It's not really my business," he says, "but I hope it was a good deal."
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Date: 2015-01-27 09:05 pm (UTC)Though once he is on the way Trina takes a look around her fancy gourmet kitchen and her pantry and realizes she hasn't shopped for food since before Christmas when her parents came to visit. Well, good thing she has wine, she thinks, popping open the vintage red someone had given her as a gift and waits for Will.
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Date: 2015-01-27 09:15 pm (UTC)"Hey, I brought snowstorm staples. And marshmallows," Will said, clearing his throat as he looked down at Trina with a heated look.
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Date: 2015-01-27 09:20 pm (UTC)Trina opens the door, wine glass still in hand, and of course there's Will with a bag full of groceries. He's perfect that's why, and it is as heartwarming as it is annoying. But she is relieved because there's absolutely no food in her house that is edible, and she teeters up on tippy toes to get a look in the bag.
"What is snowstorm staples according to Will Cabot?" She asks with a raised eyebrow. "It better be salad." Her voice only goes mildly threatening.
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Date: 2015-01-27 09:28 pm (UTC)"I'm not sure I know what salad is," Will murmured, lips tugging into a smile. "Bread, milk, toilet paper... and then chocolate, chips, really good steak, maybe a salad. Maybe."
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Date: 2015-01-27 09:39 pm (UTC)Trina frowns at the sound of all those calories for dinner as Will's arm goes around her waist. That night up at the lodge had been good, and she shifts around towards him and puts her hands on his shoulders because, well, she likes being close to him.
"Maybe salad," she ponders returning his smile, peering up at him. He looks a bit lighter today, and she hopes that's a good thing. She has hated to see Will so down. It just didn't seem right. He's always so happy and charming, and she had wished she could cheer him up. "When did you learn to cook?" She asks instead of how he is, pulling him gently down by the neck to draw him closer. "I also can't promise there is anything to cook said steaks in but have at it."
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Date: 2015-01-29 08:58 pm (UTC)She pulls him down easily and he follows. Putting the groceries down on the side, he draws both his arms around her before tugging her closer. Until his hands are in the small of her back and his lips are almost brushing hers.
"Have at it? At what exactly, Miss Moon?"
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Date: 2015-01-28 06:41 am (UTC)But as she goes to press send she realizes she can't. It's not fair to allude to pasts when she's broken his future. Harmless flirting isn't so harmless anymore.
So she deletes the words. Replacing them with more neutral ones instead. [Hope you're staying warm xoxo]
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Date: 2015-01-29 08:49 pm (UTC)Pressing his thumbs, he tapped a reply back before sending it back. He changed her name to Corrine, something he never called her, and deleted the picture of her. He'd always loved that picture.
[TXT: Hey Corrine, just finished up some business in Harpy Bay. And you know I don't feel the cold.]
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Date: 2015-01-30 06:46 am (UTC)[TXT: Whatever are you doing in a place like that?]
She imagines its to do with her. The threats of his father's harpy associate. Whatever it is, it's likely nothing less than she deserves.
[TXT: Don't sell you voice to any sea witches, honey]
Corry reaches out to hug a pillow close. He may not feel the cold, but she is certainly feeling his chill.
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Date: 2015-01-30 06:54 am (UTC)His phone buzzed, reaching into his pocket he picked it up and looked at it almost indifferently. It wasn't irritation, or loss, he just felt nothing. She had told him, it would be like that but well, sea witches lie sometimes.
[TXT: Like I said. Business.]
He smiles as he glances at her text, looking at the last comment.
[TXT: It wasn't my-] Present tense. He glanced at the sent message before correcting it after the fact. [TXT: It wouldn't be my voice a sea witch wanted. I'm not that good a singer.]
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Date: 2015-02-01 04:20 am (UTC)[TXT: And what would a sea witch want with that throbbing manhood of yours?]
[TXT: Just be safe. It's getting dangerous out there. Don't do anything stupid honey.]
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Date: 2015-01-28 01:34 pm (UTC)She just couldn't remember if he hated licorice or sour worms more. And surely Will wasn't in that much of state to be unable to answer that question?
"William!"
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Date: 2015-01-29 08:53 pm (UTC)"Aoife, what can I do for you?" Will asked.
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Date: 2015-01-29 09:48 pm (UTC)"Just a quick question. Ed's worst candy nightmare: sour worms or licorice? That's all I need. I know, it's very silly, but some traditions have to be honored."
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Date: 2015-01-30 10:36 am (UTC)"Thank you, Will, I mean. If you could not tell your brother about this as well, it's better when it's a surprise." That was a thin line to balance on. "Have a nice day."
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Date: 2015-01-29 07:36 am (UTC)Hana's never met a ghost before but now she's wondering if it's possible to be alive and be one anyway.
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Date: 2015-01-29 08:51 pm (UTC)"Can I help?" Will asked, confused by the way she looked at him. There was so little of him left, so devoid of feeling- any feeling. But it was only his heart, it wasn't like he'd sold his soul.
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Date: 2015-01-30 02:28 am (UTC)Something is missing from you, she signs. Her aura wavers toward him, as if she might restore balance to the vacuum by allowing him some of her empathy.
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Date: 2015-01-30 07:16 am (UTC)"Don't- I chose to be this way. It was my choice," Will said, looking at her. "I don't want to feel."
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Date: 2015-01-31 04:47 am (UTC)You're empty, she signs again.
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