James (jamesownsit) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-03-02 14:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | james, will |
Thursday - April 10th, 2008
Who: James and Will
When: Early Afternoon
What: They have some things to talk about.
Where: Will's room
Rated: There will most likely be some language.
James was not looking forward to this. Sure, Fisher had already talked to Will, told him what he was going to do and had gotten the go ahead from the angel, but Will deserved more than just a conversation from Fisher with his intentions. He deserved to hear from James as well. And while it would have been easier and probably wiser to do this on the phone, James felt the least he could do was talk to him face to face, give him the chance to lash out at him or whatever he wanted to do. He deserved it.
Last night had been wonderful and brilliant but the guilt today was heavy and it showed. The demon looked even more sullen than usual as he made his way through the boys' dormitories to the door that he had stood outside of forever that one night just waiting on Will to take the bar of chocolate and the bag of chips. The memory made him smile though the smile immediately turned to a frown. There would be no more of that from now on. There would be no more James and Will.
Swallowing down any hesitations, any possible regrets for the decision that had been made, James lifted a hand to knock loudly on the door. And then he waited, trying not to think about the nearly electrical sparks and the way Will looked first thing in the morning and his smile, which he was sure he wouldn't see again for a very long time. He'd not expected this to be so hard and yet he'd barely even started.