The weather outside is frightful and will is wearing a shirt that's not delightful (OPEN)

[willcabot]

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.

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[suisen]

But why. How could he want to be so empty, a husk. The lack of emotion makes her feel ill.

You're empty, she signs again.

[willcabot]

"Yeah, I am. It's good, isn't it? It's just my heart, it's not like it's my soul." Will said, his voice lightly scoffing at the idea of it being anything but that. He didn't feel a thing, and it was wonderful. And he was still himself, at least he thought he was but whether or not anyone else agreed was a different matter. "At least now I live."

[suisen]

Hana can't tell what he says from lack of enunciation and without any feeling behind it together...Hana remembers a saying from one of her old classes, horror vacui, a fear of empty spaces. Cultures in moments of tension tended toward busy, energetic artwork.

Hana feels it here too. Emanating the horror nearly tangibly.

[willcabot]

"Are you okay?" Will asked, the look on her face making his brow furrow in confusion. Pointing towards her, he signed okay to see if she got that. She was looking at him oddly.

[suisen]

No. No she's not. Hana feels as though she's standing on a cliff, staring into an empty expanse. The emptiness she senses from him tugs on her power, nearly demands that Hana use her magic to compensate. It's that phrase she saw in a book once, the call of the void, the involuntarily tensing of muscles that comes from standing on a cliff and summoning the instinct to jump.

Carefully Hana points at him, you, and then connects her thumbs and forefingers, pulling upward like a spirit escaping a body. You're a ghost.

[willcabot]

"A spirit? No, I'm a siren." Will replied, confused by the gesture until he realises what she means. He doesn't feel like a ghost but then he doesn't feel much of anything any more. "This is better. Honestly. I'm fine."

[suisen]

That's a damned lie if she'd ever read one. He's fine in the way that empty cabinets are fine. Functional but bare and hollow.

If you say so.