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"I hope you're satisfied with our arrangement, I know I am." her voice intoned, sly and bemused but cracked with age. Her face pulled back in a grim satisfied line as Will winced and cleared his throat. Watching her hand tighten around the deeds, she nodded before taking the mostly healed heart before placing it against his chest. "This will hurt, love inevitably does."

Will pressed his hands into the chair, his grip tightening as the two younger women held him down as their grandmother pressed his heart back into his chest. The pressure, the pain, the feeling made him gasp and push against their hold until it was done. His heart was his own again, the feeling of hurt and loss and despair gone finally.

"Next time dearie, don't make deals with the devil or a sea witch. And remind your brother he's to come visit me, such a handsome young man." Will collapsed forward as the two women let go of him, one rushing to collect their grandmother's things and the other looking at him calculatingly. As if assessing his worth. "Now, whatever shall I do with all this land? Well, we'll soon see won't we?"

Will stood up blearily taking two steps into the sunlight as the matriarch of Harpy Bay stepped into her car and her granddaughters followed suit. Taking out his phone he sent a text out to those who might want to know that he had It back before collapsing, shirtless of course, to the floor in the street outside.

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Corry is at the Waterhouse reviewing job applications when she receives Will's text. And she's truly shocked for a moment, because they're still not exactly on the best of terms. But as soon as she sees he's regained his heart, she drops everything and heads out to see him. She doesn't have to go far.

Main Street is fortunately, mercifully close and she sees him going down as she walks.

"Will!" Her walk quickly becomes a run as she sprints to his side, putting her arms around his shoulders to keep him from hitting the cold concrete. "Will honey. Oh god. Please be okay."

"I'm okay, just feels like I've been kicked in the chest by a horse." Will groaned, chuckling at Corry's pretty futile attempt to keep him off the ground. He was probably four times her size and that wasn't even being generous. Looking down at her, he smiled at her and reached out to brush her hair behind her ear. "Hey gorgeous."

"You're laughing at me?" She softly nudges him, wearing an exaggerated pout before laughing back. "Forgive my attempts at saving you from face planting in the cement."

He calls her beautiful and in the moment everything's forgotten except his warmth and the affection that's been so starved of him for too long now and she can't help but beam back at him. "Hey yourself handsome."

But she knows the weight in his chest is because a heart is heavy. She knows she's the one that caused it so much hurt.

"Can you stand? We should get you home. Or maybe - The Quill's closer. Come on. Let's get you out of the street."

"Yeah, I am. I'm not the one trying to catch someone four times bigger," Will replied with an easy smile, warmth reached his eyes instead of the cold smiles he'd shown. His chest didn't feel heavy even if it ached, it felt lighter than it had in a long time. Since before Henry. "I can stand, don't worry about me."

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, straightening up before rubbing his chest. There were red marks, red crescents of where her nails had pressed into his skin but it didn't hurt. Not like it had before. "I'm pretty sure I violate the no shirt- no service rule."

"Who would ever turn away that perfect chest of yours?" Corry sees the red marks on his chest, the way he rubs it and she places a gentle hand atop his. "Did she steal your shirt as payment?"

His smile is warm and ready. The twinkle returned to his eye. And it makes her own heart hurt again - not with any sort of lingering longing, but affection and nostalgia, how much she's missed him and how much she still hates herself for what she's done to him. Maybe things can finally start getting better now. Corry looks up at him, eyes wide and soft at the recognition of the man she thought lost and wonder at all that has passed. "What happened honey?"

She doesn't have to ask if his heart is truly back. All Corry needs is to see him to know.

Edited 2015-05-30 21:59 (UTC)

"I don't know, when I find someone then I'll let you know." Will replied lightly, reaching out to touch the end of her hair. Twisting it around his fingertips, he tugged on it lightly and smiled at the feel of her hair in his hands again. How soft it felt, how it felt and how everything felt again. "My heart was healed, decided it was time that it was back in my chest, and my youngest brother might have had something to do with it."

It felt too good. Too close. Too natural. He strokes her hair and its as if all that happened between them has evaporated. Of course it hasn't. It never will. But perhaps now they can begin to move on, begin to get back to a better version of them again. ...Minus all the sex.

She smiles at him, face soft with affection, arm still wrapped around him for support as she leads Will towards a nearby bench. "Alright, well we can't have you toppling towards the cement again. Can I get you some water? Or in the water?" Corry wonders if he remembers the days they spent together as mermaids. If he felt that longing and absence of their friendship after too.

"Of course Ed had something to do with it." Corrine sits on the bench beside him and grins. "And time is right. Hey, maybe now you can enter the Mayor's race."

"God, I could do with a swim." Will groaned, letting Corry lead him towards a bench. He slumped heavily onto it, stretching out his arms and legs before catching Corry with his hands and pulling her down to sit beside him. He would've pulled her on top of him before, kissed her everywhere but he wasn't that guy. He didn't steal other people's girlfriends even if technically that girlfriend was still his wife. "That actually sounds like a good idea."

Will tugged Corry closer as she sat down and smiled thoughtfully.

Corry lets out a little shriek as he pulls her down which descends into laughter and giggles as he catches her. She playfully swats away his outstretched legs so there's room in the bench to sit beside him.

"Well clearly you're feeling better." Grinning, she nudges Will softly, shoulder to shoulder. God, she missed him. The warmth that surrounds him, the voice that reminds her of warm honey and the deep mahogany wood of his boat. ...Former boat. For all the years that Corry and Will meant - well, really incredibly hot sex - and then the very swift change in who they were and what they tried to be - maybe it's only been more recently that she realized how much she truly adores and cherishes him as a friend. And a person, but she's always loved him for that. "The sea beckons then."

He pulls her closer, acknowledging agreement. "You mean the water? Or mayor?" She looks up, studying his eyes, trying to get a read. It's something they'd talked about a lot, here and there. His maybe one day future in politics. Much more favorably in recent times. But to think it could be a reality... her smile beams with hope.

Amelie hasn't seen Will in some time, what with everything that's been going on for both of them. The last time she remembers having a conversation with him he was laughing and flirting, the prodigal son returned to Siren Cove. Now, when she catches sight of him, he's sprawled on the pavement, though ironically, the state of shirtlessness is the same as last time.

Quickly, she crosses the street to kneel beside him, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder. "Will?" Amelie sketches out a quick revival rune on his shoulder, not knowing what she's up against but figuring it's worth a shot. "Will, wake up."

There's a moment of blissful blankness before he feels the searing pain of revival pressed into his shoulder before he jerked upwards and let out a stream of curses. Pressing a hand against his chest, the red crescent marks lingering on his skin, Will looked at Amelie with a small smile.

"Remind me to never let you wake me up, ever heard of gently does it?" Will asked, laughing tiredly as he pushed himself up before sitting on the ground. He'd move in a moment.

She hasn't had to use that particular rune in a long time, and maybe it was a little rough, a little careless, and she winces. "I'm sorry. Still trying to get used to using magic again, I guess." He was moving though, sitting up, so that was a good sign. She feels a tiny spark of pride that she woke him up at all, and then shoves it aside to focus on looking for injuries. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Had my heart pushed back in my chest by a sea witch with a particular sense of humour. She's not one to take things easy on a guy," Will replied, rubbing his chest. Half smiling at Amelie, he took a breath in and out before making an attempt to stand up. Everything felt heavier and lighter at the same time. "You ever make a deal with a witch?"

"I am a witch, remember?" She retorts, even though it's something she's trying to remember herself lately. She's spent a lot of time pushing it down, first because her feeble attempts always disappointed Violet, then because Moira had avoided teaching her, now because she's up to her neck in Thorntons.

"I'm glad you're back though." Amelie hadn't spoken much to Will since the incident with his heart, but it was partially because she was afraid to. When they were younger, and Amelie was playing the rebel away from school, the vacations spent at home causing trouble with Will Cabot were some of her favourite memories, and he hasn't been that Will, her Will, in months. "I missed you."

"Yes, well then you'd probably know not to sell your hearts to one. She wasn't bad though for an old sea ha- lady." Will replied, looking down at Amelie with a small slightly mischievious smile. As if he was thinking about all the things they had gotten up to as kids, as if he hadn't seen her in years rather than months. "I'm at least ninety percent sure you're far too taken for you to have missed me."

She's not surprised at how quickly word has spread about her and Daniel, given the Cove and the town's penchant for gossip. She is surprised to find herself blushing a little. "I can still miss you," she argues, crossing her arms over her chest. "Particularly when you've been doing things like selling your heart to a sea witch." She pauses, cocks her head to the side. "Are you okay, Will?"

Will Cabot was the guy that couldn't keep his shirt on. Even without ever meeting him, Bach was the guy to remember such things told about people.

Maybe he had seen his pictures in that gossip mag, maybe his sixth sense for fuckable people was playing up. Either way, it was hard not to think about all the things he could do with Will Cabot underneath him. Men didn't like to pay for sex here, not with other men anyway. Bach was close to missing sex with the same sex.

Not that this guy looked to be in the shape of it. "Dude. Need an ambulance? Ride to the hospital? Because you look seriously weak."

"Who me? No, this is the best I've felt in months." Will replied, lifting himself up off... Corry's brother and straightening himself out a little. He could feel the tension leaving his body though the weight on his chest was strange... he felt lighter and heavier than he had in months. Maybe years. "Just a bit of magic, nothing a cold swim won't clear."

"Of course, stupid of me. No-one in this place ever needs ordinary medicine, it's dancing under the moon or embracing momma ocean."

Bach took a step back. "I'd offer you my jacket but it probably won't fit you anyway."

"Sometimes you need ordinary medicine, this isn't one of those times. Science isn't going to help with the fact I lived without my heart and now it hurts that it's back." Will replied, looking at Corry's brother with a small smile. Especially at the comment about a jacket. "It might fit an arm?"

"What?"

Every time Bach thought he had a clue about this place, he heard something new that blew his mind.
"Hey,I'm not that tiny. You're just that big. Dude, what did your parents feed you?"

“You kind of are.” Will replied, stretching and standing up. Everything felt a little sore, maybe he’d call Trina in a little while just to hear her voice. “Anything and everything that I could get my hands on. My brothers didn’t have a look in.”

Bach tipped his head back because if this guy wanted it, he could get it.

"Poor brothers. Glad I don't have those. You sure you don't need any help right now?"

"No, you just have a gaggle of sisters instead." Will said, stretching and smiling at Bach in bemusement. "Just a drink I think and probably only one of those."

"Not rea-" Provably the wrong guy to disagree with. People thought of him like that, having sisters?

"Okay. On my way then, to the next collapsed god."

"You've got what... at least four, wait five? Six? I can't remember exactly now," Will said trying to count off the sisters Corry had talked about previously. "Okay then, hope he's a little less heavy than me."

"I don't really keep count. It's not like a real family." He nodded. "Take care, man."

James is in his police cruiser when he spots Will Cabot laying face down---shirtless of course---in the middle of the street. He pulls up to the curb and rolls down his window, leaning out. He makes a face as he looks down at the man, shaking his head. "Hey, Cabot. You can't be drunk in the street like this. It's pretty much against the law," he says.

Will groans pushing himself up onto his knees, the weight in his chest is a heavy burden that he cannot remember. It’s a strange thing to describe, heavier but lighter too as if something had been lifted from him. Something dark and painful.

Cracking an eye open, he looked up at James and made a face at him.

“You know if you actually got up off your ass and helped me up then you’d realise I’m not drunk.” Will groaned sitting up on the floor, the red marks where nails had pressed in still visible. “And public intoxication laws only apply if I’m driving or in a state park or publically drinking. And even if I was drunk, I’m not doing any of those. Come give me a hand James.”

With a sigh, James pops open the door and heads over to where Will is struggling to get to his feet. He looks over the red welts on his skin and frowns. "What happened to you? Bad date?" He asks because he was shirtless, using his strength to help lift Will to his feet, offering his shoulder to lean on.

"God no, she's old enough to be my grandmother." Will said, leaning on James and standing on unsteady feet. It felt like the breath had been ripped out of him or maybe it felt like his heart was beating- living- inside him again. It felt bad and good at the same time. "Sold my heart, I just got it back."

"You did what?" James makes a sound of surprise and then groans as Will leans more of his weight against so he can be helped to the curb. He was heavy and apparently in less control of his body than normal. "What are you talking about? I thought you said you haven't been drinking."

He knows that awhile back Will separated from his wife, it was all over the gossip pages. Someone like Will getting dumped by a movie star was big news, so if Will has been drinking James wouldn't be that surprised.

"Sold it to a sea witch, they tend to have an interest in young, virile men. Her words not mine. And I haven't been drinking," Will said. He felt like he hadn't touched a drop in months though he knew he'd been drinking like a fish since Corry had left him. Everything had been darkness before with few spots of light but now it was good. "She healed it, the sea witch."

"Why would you sell anything to something called a sea witch," James asks him shaking his head. He lets go of Will as they make it over to a sidewalk bench where he can take a seat. He looks at him, at the exhaustion in his face. "Are you going to be alright? Or is this---" he gestures at him. "Just temporary side effects of getting back your heart? And....that's a new one on me." He shakes his head again.

This town was so crazy sometimes.

Edited 2015-06-13 04:57 (UTC)

"Will! Will!"

Ed tore out of the house the instant he got the text from his brother. He wished that Will would have told him what he was doing so that Ed could be there for him. Viola might not exactly like Ed but she didn't seem to mind him too much. Plus someone should be there so Will didn't do anything more stupid.

When he found his brother on the ground though all other thoughts fled his mind. Had the Sea Witch done something to Will when she gave him his heart back?

"Oh god, please tell me you're alright," he said, rushing to Will's side and kneeling down.

"I'm alright, just knocked the breath right out of me. What is it with women? They never go easy on a guy," Will said, clasping his hand on Ed's shoulder. Looking at his brother, he smiled easily at him before pushing himself up onto unsteady feet. "Stop worrying about me little brother, pretty sure that's my job."

Ed immediately noticed that Will was different. There was something in his eyes that Ed hadn't seen in a while. His brother definitely had his heart back, even if it had knocked him for a bit of a loop getting it. Ed didn't care though, he had his brother back and that was all that matter.

"I missed you," he said, grabbing his brother in a crushing hug. "I'm glad you're back."

Will laughed painfully, patting his brother's back with heavy hands before squeezing him in a hug. It was easier, everything felt easier like some long painful hurt had eased. He hadn't felt like this since Henry and all the hurt that had caused inside him.

"I didn't go anywhere, well not really. You know I think selling my heart to that woman was a good idea, I feel... good." Will said, letting go of his baby brother and ruffling his hair affectionately.

"You were gone. You were here but it wasn't you, not really," Ed said. Of course, having been the person missing his heart maybe Will couldn't really see that. It didn't matter now though because his brother was back and that was all that mattered. Well, mostly what mattered.

"Oh, well, I'm glad the whole experience was so enjoyable for you because, you know, the rest of us weren't freaking out," Ed said, punching Will in the shoulder for good measure.

"You worry too much, I had it all under control. Mostly, maybe not the drinking." Will said, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. He hadn't taken any of it well, losing Corry and being alone again. The despair, everything had been too much. It felt better now though. Well, except for his little brother punching his arm. "Was that supposed to hurt? You know you're supposed to put your weight behind it little brother, that felt like a mosquito bite."

Ed didn't think that Will had it under control at all, but he was too happy at the moment to harp on that point. Maybe it wasn't really his place to call Will out on that anyway. Hopefully their father would. Someone had to.

"I don't want to hurt you. Who knows, if I hit your arm too hard you might to give it to Nerium or something."

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