Will wakes up and he's so confused and he looks to his side and Kaz is sleeping in a chair next to his bed or something and Will is like "holy shit what just happened what the fuck" and Will tries to get out of the bed sneakily but he's still like really weak and Kaz just snaps awake to push Will right back in bed
yesss like. Kaz just wakes up and presses him back down and goes "you nearly died. stay down" and like. he clearly cares about Will but he's also like vaguely threatening bc he wants Will to stay in the bed and heal and Will's like "what the fuck happened??"
and Will is so confused like "why is there blood on your shirt!?!?!? and what the hell happened at dinner???!?!?" and Kaz just is so visibly angry and Will practically has no idea why. Will continues to try and sneak out but he continues to fail and Kaz eventually just "I will lay on top of you if you try to leave one more time".
yes yes yes and Kaz just glares at him and won't tell him what happened/what he's done, only that Will needs to lay down and keep healing and adkgdhbgsjdb
Will has managed to piece together whats happened by listening to the servants gossip and when Kaz walks in one evening to check up on him, Will is staring at a wall and just says quietly "did you kill her?"
and Kaz just stares at him blankly for a long, long minute and goes "who, my wife?" and then he thinks about it for a moment and then says "she isn't dead. she just might wish she was" and he sits down in his seat and watches Will while he waits to see what Will says next
Will just fuckin levels Kaz with a firey glare and just says "why?" akdjkddkksk
"she tried to kill you. so i taught her to never overstep like that again" and he clearly thinks this is all fine. like. she tried to take someone he loves from him, so he inflicted a ton of pain
also i gtg to bed soon, so goodnight
ohohohoho yes yes yes i can't wait for this
when do you think we should start? I can probably get a starter up in 3ish hours depending on if we're doing anything in my fifth period, unless if you wanna get something up first.
I'm thinking maybe we could just get right into it with Will getting captured by Kaz's men during one of his little ventures into the forest or something.
(also i found a song that makes me ak;sldjf;alksdfj think of this- it's Whisper by Burn the Ballroom)
i just cannot wait for Kaz's complete lack of morals/normal empathy for other people vs Will's "save everyone" mentality, I love it so much
I was actually thinking of maybe doing some sort of scene where Will runs into this older woman who's like, a fortune teller? and she shows him this deck of cards with the Fates on them and like, tells him various things about the Fates (this is before he remembers anything, obviously) and I was gonna do that just for some worldbuilding n shit, if that's alright?
(ooh i'll look it up!)
ooooooo yes I love that idea actually. for some reason Will is drawn to the Snake Card and the fortune teller lady is like "Son that is a dangerous card to be drawn to" but Will just can't stop staring at the Snake on the card… it looks just like the one from his dream
yes! and she's like telling him the meanings of the cards and basically is saying that the Snake is a bringer of pain and evil things and etc, and Will is just like "but,,, snake" lol
also the song was excellent
yessssss asdkjf;a so I take it you'll be playing the fortune teller? What about after the whole fortune teller thing, Will can't really think straight so he goes into the forest bc that's where he clears his mind and then BOOM captured
adkfa;sjd it's currently one of my favorite songs and one of the most gender songs I've ever heard ngl-
yes I will! ooh perfect!! and he's so fuckin confused and then he gets taken before Kaz and they make eye contact and all these memories come rushing back??
lol mood, the song "Lesbian Vampyres from Outer Space" by Scary Bitches has been on repeat in my head and on my Spotify for like a week straight
yessss, that's perfect!!!
so are we good to put up a starter soon?
:D
sure! Want me to start or do you want to?
For me it's probably gonna be another 3ish hours before I have time to get a quality starter up, so if you wanna wait that long I can, but if you just wanna jump right into it, you should start then ak;sdjf
jsdbkjg i'll start soon probbaly, then!
actually did you have a name in mind for Will's village or should I make one up?
uhhhh just go ahead and make one up ajjdjaka I don't really care
lol alright!
hey uh I'm really struggling wwith coming up with a good starter, because I don't quite know how to as I don't yet have a real character to use. So if you could do even just a small starter of Will like…walking through the town or whatever, that would be great? if you're willing?
oh yeah totally asld;kfjasdlf I have time now, no worries my guy
Sorry about the change in plans!
"I shouldn't be doing this," Will mumbles to absolutely nobody in particular. His head is ducked, eyes trained on the ground with his journal and a book under his arm. The cobblestone streets smell of rain, the petrichor yet to be polluted by the blacksmith and the baker's mixed aromas. The shops are barely opening up, the morning sun hovering above the treetops of the Woods. Will's eyes flick towards the forest. His jaw sets. His mind ignores the constant call.
He passes the Estonvale Town Hall, barely catching a glimpse of Mayor Vaine through the rain-speckled window. Don't go into the forest, Mayor Vaine preaches at every one of his speeches. Well maybe you should shut up, Will always wants to retort. He keeps his mouth quiet. The town doesn't need any more reason to ostracize him.
Will snorts at that. The irony. He readjusts his books and spares a quick glance over his shoulder. Only the early risers are out on the potholed streets. Schoolchildren too engrossed in whatever gossip circle they're apart of, butchers slicing up their latest slab on a wooden countertop, newsboys belting the newest headlines atop of soapboxes. None of them will pay Will any attention. It's the pretentious old hags and the snooty pointed-nose men he has to worry about. They're the ones WIll has made enemies of with his smart mouth and fiery eyes.
The alleyway is colder than the street, causing a shiver to roll down Will's spine. With another anxious glance over his shoulder and a determined huff, he rapps on the nearest door, the sound jarring and crisp. On the door in an ancient text reads: Fortune Telling.
After a few moments of wait, the door is opened. The woman who opens it is older, perhaps her late 50's or early 60's. Her features are showing the signs of her age, but she was also clearly beautiful when she was young, and her aging face still retained traces of that beauty. She wore a long, dark dress, and a simple black kerchief over her greying hair. Her eyes were a dark green, and she was shorter than William. "Hello there, young man." she greeted, backing up to let him in. "Welcome. What can I do for you today?"
Inside, the building was lit by the dim light coming in the window, lanterns, and assorted candles dotting various surfaces. It was also clearly both business and home for her. A black cat sat on a velvet cushion, watching Will through half-opened eyes. It was warm inside, a fire lit in the grate. Crystals hung from small lines, catching and reflecting the light, and also sat on the surfaces of the bookshelves. There were books, many of them aging and ancient and worn, and plants too. There were rugs on the floor and tapestries on the walls, and overall the whole place oozed of eccentricity and magic.
"Here for a fortune, or a love potion?" she asked, winking and letting out a laugh. Did she know what he was here for? Maybe she did; assuming she was a real fortune teller, and not a charlatan pretending at being one.
Will's lips tuck under his teeth as he takes in the room. It's… unexpected, but then again, what is Will supposed to expect. He and this woman are most likely the only two in all of Estonvale with some sort of magical prowess; she might as well be a fraud. Will sighs again, noting the heavy smells of incense lacing the air. It's too dark, too stuffy and too cluttered for Will's taste, but he needs to stay. He needs to get to the bottom of his dreams.
"Uhm, fortune…" Will says. "And maybe some guidance," He adds. "Please." He folds his hands in front of his waist, his fingers knitting and pulling at each other. "If it isn't too much trouble." Even though the door is safely shut behind him, Will looks over his shoulder. He opens his mouth, his breath catching temporarily in his throat before he manages to mumble out a response. It's rare Will struggles to grasp the right words. "I've been having nightmares."
She listens quietly to his words, and nods. "I see. Come, sit down." she leads him into the sitting room, which is just as eccentric as the rest of the place. She directed him to sit down, and then started the process for a pot of tea. "What do you wish to deal with for your nightmares? If you are after a remedy for deeper sleep, the apothecarist down the street can provide better help than I. However…" she sat herself down, studying him. "If you are here for divination of the meaning, that I can help with." she seemed sincere, and perhaps like she could really help him. The cat stirred sleepily, padding over to Will to inspect him.
Will takes a seat on the plush, brightly colored and patterned stool with a short, polite nod - his short ponytail slightly loosening. He looks down at the table in front of him. It's dark blue that shimmers whenever Will moves his head. It gives him a headache. "Well, you see, I'd rather get to the bottom of them. They're… troubling and I'm hoping that you could assist me in deciphering their meaning." Will slightly leans away from the cat. Animals had always unsettled him. He's much more of a flora man.
The cat meowed faintly, and the older woman snapped her fingers at it. "Simeon." she said to the cat. The cat meowed again, then moved away, curling up on a cushion again and watching the goings on. She returned her attention to Will, nodding slightly. "I see. Can you tell me a bit about them?" she brought out some crystals, setting them on the tabletop. One crystal was clear as glass, the other a deep purple. Another was dark as night. She also set an old deck of cards down, facedown on the table.