William Grey (fallendisgrace) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-10-15 14:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | devon, will, william |
Friday 6th February
Who: Dev and Will
Where: around TJS
When: Friday evening time.
What: Will is getting sick and having been tipped off, Dev's in search.
Will had been wandering aimlessly trying to distract himself, because really he had no clue why he wasn't back at the house but the snow had, for once, dampened his mood to walk somewhere. He was also hoping to bump into Syn to have an excuse to talk to him. Since the time in the Chapel nothing had truly been said between them, and whilst he knew he should be talking to Devon as well recently he was more the kind of man to step back and wait for things to come to him.
Now he was trying to give it a little push by ambling around the freezing hallway. Did nobody use fucking heating any more? As if on cue he heard the whirr of the motor, the buzz of the heating blowing through the vents. "About fucking time," he snarled, stalking around the corner when he suddenly had the distinct feeling that something was wrong. A shiver ran through him and his head, without hours of crying, felt like it was heavy and dense.
Within minutes he slumped on the floor, wincing and aching all over his body. He wasn't moving anywhere.