Will Herondale (kickingducks) wrote in riftlogs, @ 2019-02-05 19:20:00 |
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With a hard jerk, he fastened the leather straps on his wrist. Once that was secure he slid the throwing daggers into their holster. A perpetual scowl was stuck on young Will's face and nothing seemed to be shaking it free. The idea of books, well, that was going lengths to brighten his mood some, but not far enough. No. He wasn't positive it would fix the hollow filling in his soul though. No, he was positive at this point that Magnus was mistaken and he was indeed still cursed. His teeth scraped over his lower lip as he reached up to rub at the spot of fabric hiding his parabatai rune. Jem, his James, was here with him and it still didn't feel right. Will swore faintly before pulling the sleeve down over his wrist sheath and experimentally moved his arm about to make sure it wasn't an annoyance. No reason to add to his mood by being uncomfortable with his weaponry. It was bad enough Tessa seemed to have a need to worry at him every time he turned around. "A boy indeed," he scoffed out loud. He wasn't some child and he refused to let anyone treat him like that. Why were Jem and Tessa so Hellbent on stopping him from his normal antics at every turn? So what if he wanted a drink or wanted to go out hunting? He bounded down the steps of the mountain lodge and paused when he sensed them. He schooled his face into his normal smug smirk and spun around to face his shadows. "What a fine evening this is, makes a boy wonder why two people are stalking him. Why, keep up such actions, and I might start to think such scandalous things," he pressed a hand to his forehead dramatically as he flashed them a smile that didn't quite reach his stormy eyes. "I said I was fine going off to the rumored bookstore by myself, but I suppose if you insist on coming with me I won't turn you down." Will, despite his attitude, did feel something loosen just a bit inside of him at the sight of the two people he cared about. He was still annoyed, that wasn't going to change. There were questions bubbling at the back of his throat, threatening to tumble out of his mouth at the most inconvenient moment. Why couldn't he feel the bond like before? Why were they so concerned about his actions? Why couldn't he feel his bond? "I don't want to waste any more time, there are books waiting my gentle caress!" He spun on his heel and took off without waiting to see if they followed. They'd follow. They'd always follow and it would eat more and more at him. |