He was having a pleasant dream. A very pleasant dream. Up until the point that something loud and irritating woke him up. Rolling over in bed, Will groaned and knocked over the alarm sending it skittering to the floor.

Pressing his face into the pillows, he breathed in the sweet scent of someone before screwing his face up in confusion. Blearily opening his eyes, he stared at the pillows then glanced at the alarm. The alarm that wasn't his, the bed sheets that weren't his, the room that most definitely wasn't his.

Groaning he lifted his arm up and opened his eyes blearily. He shouldn't drink, he really shouldn't drink when he wasn't entirely sure of where he was. Or where his clothes were.

"I'm not drinking again," Will groaned, collapsing back on the pillows.




[[open to all: wake up with will in your bed, why he's there or if he's alone is up to you.]]

Signing the papers, Will smiled as he took possession of the keys to his new place. It was gorgeous, bigger than his previous home and with more room to grow into. And it had land and beach access, both of which was important to Will. But more importantly it wasn't a bachelor pad, it was a family home and that was something his campaign wanted him to promote as something he was looking towards. It didn't matter that his marriage to Corry had fallen apart, this was about looking towards the future.

Taking out his phone, he texted a couple of pictures to Ed and to Trina, before sending it out to Essie and Corry and a couple of others. Smiling, he pulled up the drive before climbing out of his car. Untucking his shirt, he pulled it off over his head before heading down towards the beach where he could go swim if he wanted to. He'd invite everyone over tonight maybe, have a beach barbecue and get settled in.

That sounded perfect. A new start, a new beginning. Just what he wanted.



OOC: BARBECUE AT WILL'S NEW PLACE. EVERYONE IS INVITED. HIS NEW PLACE IS GORGEOUS. COME PLAY.

There was a mark where his heart had been, red half moons imprinted on his chest where claws had removed a black stained heart. It had hurt for a brief moment, then there had been nothing, and now? Now, he still felt nothing. He wanted to feel something again, he wanted to feel anything again. The warmth of another's body pressed against his, the pleasure of someone smiling because of him, or something and anything.

Sat at the bar Will ordered another drink, letting the music wash over him as he tried to feel anything. The press of bodies was inviting but he'd rather find one person to feel that with. Rather than lose himself in the crowd. Glancing down the bar, he smiled at the beautiful woman who had approached it and waved the bartender back. He was pretty sure that was Levi's little sister? Cousin? Cousin.

"And whatever the lady wants, on me." Will shouted, pressing his lips together in a heated smile as he looked her over. "Hey, Levi's cousin right?"

Helping his grandmother into the town car, Will leaned down so she could press a kiss to her cheek. As much as he loved his grandmother, he was glad she was finally decamping from House Vendetta and he was finally able to give her back her damn phone. And his phone, number finally reinstated, had been replaced finally.

"I hate it when you don't smile William. You know if you just let me here one of those Sullivan boys to take care of the problem-" Will sighed, cutting off his grandmother as he made sure she was belted in and was comfortable. He could do that, he could do a lot of things without overly thinking about the end of his marriage or the fact his wife- the fact his friend hadn't tried to contact him at all.

"By problem you mean take care of my wife, don't you grandmother? You know I love her, why would that help?" Will asked, taking a step backwards so he could close the door. "I'm a grown man, I can look after myself."

"I know sweetie but that doesn't stop me from wanting to help you. You haven't seemed this down since- well." Will nodded because he did know what she was talking about. Poseidon, he needed a drink. "You know we love you. Now, don't forget to tell Ed he's still my favourite. You're nice and all but really sweetie sad drunk is just not a good look for you."

"Of course grandmother," Will replied with a tired smile, taking a step backwards as his grandmother called out to him goodbye as the car pulled away. Waving he waited at least one minute before checking missed calls again to see if Corry had called. Hand tightening around it, he pushed it back into his pocket before ignoring it. He had to stop doing this to himself. "Fuck it, I'm going for a drink."

It was still early but that meant that it was time for a drink somewhere.



OOC: Catch Will either having a drink in the Tavern or on his way for a drink

This is much less a hiatus as a slowatus, I am desperately trying to finish all my hand drawn Christmas cards (see: twitter, ongoing saga etc) and am going to be slower than usual this week. Hopefully I will be done by FRIDAY ugh and can get back to tagging more regularly but at the moment I am a bit sporadic sorry guys!
-Tina for all of hers.

Stretching up onto the balls of his feet, Will reached up brushing his hands against the ceiling of his boat before pulling himself up. Swinging into his bedroom, he kept himself distracted and hummed under his breath as he tried to not overthink his choices for the evening. It was a strange feeling, being nervous; it wasn’t one he usually liked but well, for Corry? For Corry he could learn to live with it.

Unhooking the towel from his waist, he dropped it to the floor before stepping into his trousers. Couldn’t possibly think about wearing underwear, it wouldn’t be like him at all and it really would ruin the line of the suit. Picking out a shirt that would no doubt compliment rather than clash- he had learnt his lessons from the Hawaiian prints of his youth- with Corrine’s well, everything, Will dressed for the occasion before picking up something he’d kept for a while. A pair of cuff links he’d worn when he’d been spotted at the same premier as Corry, he’d been technically her date for the evening they just hadn’t been spotted together but it was still his bed that he’d found her in later wearing nothing but jewellery.

Spraying on the minimum of cologne, he looked himself over before cracking a half smile.

“You’re ridiculous old man,” Will murmured, as he ruffled a hand through his hair. At least by changing on the boat he didn’t have Alex hovering over him and asking him twenty questions although Will was starting to suspect Alex was harbouring his own crush on someone which Will would have to investigate soon. “Get it together Cabot. Not like you haven’t done this hundreds of times before.”

He hadn’t though. Not really. There was only one other person in his life he’d actually been on a date (or rather dates) with and that had ended disastrously. He’d been out with women, he’d been seen with women, he’d taken women to bed but dating? That was usually out of his area of expertise. And he really didn’t want to mess this one, in particular, up.

Grabbing the keys to his car, Will slid into the seat before driving at breakneck speed to Corry’s. Pulling up alongside her house, he buzzed through to the entrance before driving along her driveway to park in front of her house. Knocking on the door, he pushed his hands in his pocket and waited for her to answer.

I am moving this week so I am going to be slow/hiatus while I do.

Will: will be out on his boat.

Keira: will be at an annual cataloging conference.

Hope to be sorted completely by next Friday
Love Christina for hers

Bare feet padded down the small jetty, clothes abandoned in his wake as he stripped down. Discarding the Breitling watch onto the wooden boards, he grinned as he dropped the final piece of clothing between him and the water onto the short pier before diving straight into the deep, cool, lake waters. Swimming deep down into the darker waters, Will swam down brushing his finger tips along the lake bed before swimming slowly up. There were some advantages to a Siren ancestry, the attraction to the water and his speed in the water was definitely one of them.

Swimming to one of the buoys, far beneath the surface, Will swam the length and bredth of the lake before he reappeared at one of the floating platforms. Swimming slower, deliberately slowly, Will looked like any other morning swimmer. Emerging from the water, he slicked his hair back before grabbing onto the edge of the pier. Muscles straining as he pulled himself up on to the board, grabbing his towel he wrapped it round his waist before grinning as he realised he had himself an audience.

"Morning," Will began, grinning as he mock saluted them. "Nothing better for a hangover than a morning dip, don't you think?"