The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Will and Luca (not in game yet)
Where: A random Boston club
When: Saturday night
What: A hell hound likes the scent of a fallen angel
Rating: Very NSFW

( You know you’re a little rude. You’ve tasted me twice. I’ve yet to taste you. )

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.

Who: Will and Pearl
When: Afternoon/evening of the 6th
Where: Will's room
What: They're gonna get groovy
Rating: NC17

He hadn't thought that going back to clearing his dorm room with the option to keep half his stuff there would end up with a phone call from a sexy blonde - a booty call no less. It was supposed to have been a theraputic process where he was able to move on and get James and Devon out of his head.... it hadn't worked until Pearl had called. Their conversation had turned heated within ten seconds and the angel was quite surprised that she was so quick to come over. The sight that greeted him outside of his room was that of the most incredible looking girl he'd ever laid eyes on. Pleased? Oh yes.

She'd barely have time to see his smirk before he tugged her into the room, kicking the door shut and keeping their bodies flush together. His hands nestled on the small of her back so that she wouldn't be able to move away and he looked her over, humming. "All mine?"

Who: Will and Fisher
Where: Mall in Danvers/ Boston
When: Wednesday afternoon
What: SABOTAGE! Shopping in the mall.
Rating: Probably swearing

Will had already dressed in anticipation of a yes from Fisher. Since his emotional breakdown on Tuesday evening he'd felt lighter, relieved almost. Wesley was apparently more than just a healer of insides and he'd been wanting to make it up to him since. It was this inner calmness that made him able to assess things better. Like the whole James/ Fisher scenario. All Will had ever been was the other man, the one to heal a hurt James had felt before he seized the opportunity to go back and try again. Will had been a stepping stone, nothing more, and he was at peace with that because he knew he deserved better. It was time to try and piece his life back together, starting with making amends with a friend he'd lost and missed terribly since.

Appearing as normal yet true to himself as possible Will ambled around the gates, biting his freshly painted nails. He occupied his mind by thinking over the tattoo designs Tiger had given him and how it would feel to get it drawn on his skin... on Fisher's approach he offered him a tiny smile.

Who: Will (Haddon & Wesley later)
Where: The BGH / Will's room
When: All through Tuesday, and a bit on Weds morning
What: Trying to escape.
Note: Swearing?

If Monday had not been stressful enough Tuesday brought its own battles. Will was attempting to forget everything he felt as a seventeen year old, all the memories it had brought lingering like fresh scars in his mind and he was compensating by being bright and cheerful, announcing his return back from teendom. Every time he tried he never quite seemed to get there. After waking up to an empty room he’d been relieved, grateful to be back in his bed but also quite sad. It had been rare that he’d woken without someone with him. In fact since meeting Haddon he’d probably been alone in bed or the bedroom for ten months out of Fifty years. The teenager that still lingered in his head reasoned that it was fine, he’d slept on the streets and barns way before then, had managed alone. What was his problem? But there wasn’t any getting rid of this ache that seemed to stick in his stomach.

The hardest part was smiling. He’d never known effort quite like smiling when he wanted to cry, just so he seemed happy and fine and moving on. It took all his energy and when he had little to begin with it was a long, painful process. He was constantly torn between believing being a teen had been better than this, and that he’d never ever want to be in that blonde’s mindset again. When he spoke to people he tried to tell himself he was happy. He sang Back in Black quietly, putting emphasis on the words and waiting for them to sink in. It didn’t happen.

( In a moment of what seemed divine decision Will returned to his room and began to pack. )

Who: Will, James, Devon and Fisher (and Penny maybe)
Where: Wherever the cures are getting handed out
When: night time.
What: Will is turning back into his tall, glam self.

Since the previous night Will had been pacing his room. A cure for him was floating about and he was still debating whether to take it despite Devon's words. He knew people would want him turned back but he doubted whether it was all because they missed him, more for convenience. They would rather have the man who was used to this time and could fend for himself than the young angel who needed almost constant attention so he didn't burn anything down. If he took it there was no guarantees that he would return to his older self. It would be putting a huge amount of trust in the witch, and facing what would be sort of like a mini death for the seventeen year old. He would cease to exist and his older self would take over.

Though it was scary, and weird, and he was tempted to run Will asked the brood of people who had taken care of him to see him to the Witch in order for him to take this potion. There was no way he could deny Devon his best friend despite what may await him.

Now sitting with the cure in his hand Will stared at it. Maybe this was all a dream and he would awake back in the stable of New York, covered in straw and ready to go about making his living in the dark. The clothes he wore were... odd. Having changed so that his future self wouldn't rip anything that covered him, Will still didn't understand why the pants were so worn and the black shirt was all... floaty. He didn't understand it - but he liked it. Perhaps there was something to be said for this time after all.

WHO: Will - Devon - James - Fisher
WHERE: The old marital apartment
WHEN: Friday sometime
WHAT: Fisher's coming over to give James a hand deal with two teens.

After being informed that Fisher would be coming over to assist in the care of Will, the fallen angel had taken great care in preparing himself. He was curious to meet this man, the man that James would leave him for in future. It wasn't that he wanted to conduct a study of him, he was merely intrigued after hearing of him so much from Devon and the history...

The tricksy box was on in the living room and Will was trying to make sense of some very odd cartoon. He'd only ever seen stationary drawing and this was definitely a learning curve. He stared at the television with his mouth open and eyes squinted. If he was drooling people might mistake him for being braindead.

He honestly couldn't see how a talking sponge could live in a pineapple.

Who: Will and Fisher
Where: Halls
When: afternoon
What: Fisher wants to be yelled at.

( This was going to get scary, and rough, and there was a very real possibility that he was going to get hurt. )

Who: Godric and Will
What: Tha angel comes back to the BGH
Where: The BGH
When: Sunday evening
Rating: R for language
Note: Aimscene

( Fuck those bitches. )

Who: Will & Syn
Where: Syn's apartment.
When: Sunday Morning
What: Syn's sobering up and Will's dealing with a failed marriage.

The morning sun was an unwelcome sight. Will hadn't been able to sleep properly at all during the evening. Rescuing Syn from himself hadn't been what the angel had expected or needed but he'd done it because he didn't want one of his best and oldest friends out destroying himself just because he was hung up on the stupid angel. It was that worry, as well as the one that he now had no direction or certainty, and the complete heartache and anger he felt over the James situation, that was giving him a headache. When he'd finally dozed off he'd had terrible, swirling dreams and nightmares that involved many people from his past and he'd woken up several times to get a drink of water and try and stay off the headache which plagued him.

After being exhausted enough to doze for a few hours this sunlight flooding through his eyes made him groan and curl into himself. He felt dead. Hungover. Unfocused. And he really wanted to be knocked out.

Who: Will & Syn
Where: Syn's place
When: Late Saturday night
What: Will's feet have taken him there, and he needs to be with a friend after a breakup.

It was typical for Will's brain to shut down and just let his feet take him wherever he needed to go. It was a nice arrangement they had with each other. The moment he was overcome with any sort of strong, damaging emotion he just took off with a walk and it seemed that he was being lead to the best place for him. In this case it was the Staff building. His marriage was over. That was it. He'd taken off the ring and he felt so fucking empty without it on that it was impossible to bear.

Stepping to the door his hand knocked weakly once outside and then he leant against the frame awaiting a response. This was torture, but he knew that only one person knew him well enough to realise what he needed.

Who: James & Will & Devon
Where: Airport & then apartment?
When: late Monday night
What: James is returning back to Boston.
Rating: no clue

William McCafferty-Grey was very nervous as he entered the airport but he would not show it. Dressed impeccably* for greeting his husband off the plane he instructed the cab to wait for them as he held Devon's hand and guided him through the Arrivals lounge making sure not to let go of the little kid's hand. The last converastion with James had been better but not perfect. At least he'd gotten some emotion out of him, something of the James Will had fallen for. Though still he wasn't putting all his hopes on this. They'd be living like a family again. Sorta. But James had said he was returning to LA after his stay here and Will took that as this was just a show for the holidays.

Didn't mean there wasn't at least some excitement about James' return. The angel really had missed him. Despite telling himself that it wasn't worth it, that it wasn't him, James was a fucktard and yadda yadda there was still strength in him. Something that James had put there.

As the crowds were huddled infront of the Arrival gate Will found himself nearer the back. This wouldn't do. "Come on, let's see if we can see your Daddy..." Will was taller than most the people here and so he scooped Devon up into his arms making sure they were level. Two pairs of eyes were better than none.


*Minus the shades obv cause its at night.

Who: Will, Syn, Ikon and Rocky
Where: TJS then a club far far away. In Boston.
When: Tuesday evening.
What: Will is feeling naughty plus recruits.
Rating: TBC

Will was waiting outside for his comrades which apparently consisted of Syn, Ikon, and a new addition of Rocky. He wasn't sure how to take that. She had agreed to go, so presumably she understood where they were heading to. Dressed in his best the angel leant against Ikon's car, looking both at the school then to the starry sky. It was a nice night. He remembered idly how he used to look at the constellations and re-name them with Haddon. And more recently, how he'd looked at the stars and wondered if James was doing the same thing.

He shook that thought from his head. Tonight was not about that. Tonight was about letting loose, being free and having some fun. What kind of fun was to be decided, but as he saw his sister-in-law heading towards him wearing a minute, cold-looking outfit (which he assumed had been at Ikon's request but with her he could never tell), Will shot her a grin, still looking out for the others.

Who: Will & Father Sheldon
Where: Out / St Patrick's
When: late Weds.
What: Will's stroll takes him somewhere he leasts expects.

Will walked for what seemed like hours after receiving the letter from James. It's what he always did, whenever he was too overwhelmed to think or to even breathe he just walked. The air was supposed to help his head but right now it wasn't doing jack shit. Just before he'd left Rocky had seen the look on his face, seen him turn pale and had then been left to call after him down the hall as he'd practically run to escape the confines of the school. He didn't care if she read the letter, let her read it. He just didn't want to be anywhere near there, the atmosphere was stifling.

( If you're real you'll do it... )

Who: Will and James
When: Saturday evening.
Where: Their apartment.
What: They need to talk. Which always ends well.
Rating: TBC

The walk home had felt like 40 minutes despite it only lasting 10. With his phone gripped tightly in his hand Will kept his head down, avoiding any passers by or cars that might see him. He had done this walk too many times, the one of emotional agony and uncertainty. The last one he had done was to Wesley in order to be healed. Wednesday hadn't counted, he'd only been going to town to get Devon's toys. Now he was empty handed with a sense of foreboding. This was not going to end well.

Walking into the apartment he was met with a silence. It was nice to be home but also horrible at the same time. He wanted to face this issue, whatever it was, head on and resolve it but he wasn't too sure that James would take to the idea all that well. "I'm home," he called meekly, shutting the door with a tiny snap.

Who: Will and Ric
Where: Ric's house
When: Weds evening, after the sun's gone down.
What: Will needs space and to talk to his sponsor.
Rating: Swearing, obv.

After Ric had stopped taking his sweet ass time and picked Will up from outside of the coffee shop the angel had climbed into the awful pink car quickly so that nobody might see him be associated at all with the garish colour. He remained suitably sullky on the ride to Ric's place, staring at the darkening sky from beneath his shades like it'd make a difference. His long legs were sort of hunched up against himself like a teen angry at the world, but he was just numb. He didn't really know what to feel or how to present himself.

Ric's advice on getting a muffin for Wesley proved to be gold. The instant Will walked through the front doors the healer perked up and pestered him. With the encouragement of a muffin Wes was told to leave them alone and, satisfied, Wesley edged his way out and upstairs. Of course this left Will with the problem of being left alone with Ric. Having only talked to him via phone and chat, he was now faced with, well, the vampire face to face. He'd learnt a few tricks. "I got something for you, too," he revealed when they were alone. Handing Ric a paper bag he waited for him to take it before he went and slumped on the sofa. Inside the bag Ric would find a specially brewed Blood Smoothie, tasting clearly of strawberries for vampires, and a spicy muffin.

Who: James and Will (maybe Devon if he's around)
Where: Apartmentio
When: Weds evening
What: An affair is discovered!!!
Rating: R for swearing

"I NEED TO MAKE A CALL mine's out of credit borrowing yours thank you!" That was the way Will tactfully informed his husband that he was snatching his phone in order to make the silliest of calls to Pearl. First the issue was to find it. After searching the living room Will finally managed to discover the idiotic complicated flashy little piece of technology before he scurried off to the bathroom. Privacy was privacy, and yeah it was echoey, but for a prank call it didn't really matter. Now to try and work the damn thing.

The texts on screen were rather large and a few words couldn't escape his notice. Wife. Cock. Lover. What the fuck? Stunned, Will's thumb scrolled down the thread without him noticing, but constantly reading. Fucking hell. This was... what the fuck had he... and it was with LYLE? Affairs, champagne, making sweet love, what the fuck was going on? He went really quiet, his previous good mood disappearing. James... was having a textual affair... with Fisher's brother...

Who: James and Will
Where: Their apartment
When: Saturday Afternoon / Evening
What: They need to 'talk' instead of 'yell'
Rating: Swearing Rating

Amazingly, going into the heart of a vampire den full of creatures who wanted to kill him would not phase Will as much as his impending talk with James. He was used to receiving death threats but he would rather be slicing at demons than talking about his feelings. But then he realised that mentality was a shadow of his former self and he stopped it quick. Since going to the club he'd had the usual visions and dark thoughts within dreams... instead of putting that life to bed he'd reawakened it. He'd been doing so well.

Having given up on trying to tidy after Devon (it had been a gesture of being a responsible step-parent) Will sat on the sofa with a dinosaur doll in his hand because he didn't know where to put it. He surveyed the room with almost a lost look. This was his life now. And he had no idea how to settle into it.

Who: Will and James
Where: A Club in Boston
When: Evening of Monday
What: James asked to be taken to a place Will used to frequent. He gets his wish.
Rating: No idea.

The be all and end all of their conversation had been James wanted to get to know the man Will used to be. Despite making an effort to change everything about himself it appeared that Will still had the occasional lapse, now James wanted to understand it. Against the angel's better judgement he had agreed, and now he found himself leading his hot new husband to the backstreets of Boston. A little research had been needed but not much - when you knew how to find the scent of a place results came pretty quickly.

The club was situated downstairs in the heart of the basement. Walking along the red velvet carpet which almost smothered the floor, Will kept hold of James’ hand as he headed towards the decorated archway that lead to the staircase. People glanced as the two walked past. Most could sense the angelic qualities of Will, the others would be sniffing out the new blood that had just entered their territory. Will was used to such scoping, and everyone would be able to tell he was a veteran in the way his whole appearance screamed ‘Don’t give a fuck’.

( The part of him that had lay dormant for the last year was awakening quickly at the familiar setting he now found himself in. )

Who: Wesley and Will
Where: Wes' apartment.
When: Morning / Afternoon of Saturday
What: Will needs patching up and a place to stay.

After managing to avoid the various police cars, suspicious drivers and odd-looking people passing him en route Will was finally in the safety of his destination. He was cold, his feet hurt not just because of the various grit he'd trodden on, and the blood from his head injury was now trickling down the back of his neck and seeping into the thin material of his hoody. His mind was at war with itself, battling a constant wave of emotions that made him feel physically sick. He needed help.

( Heal me, moron, before I pass out and mess up your girly fabric )