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[closed] I'm a rising pisces and a fucked up moon

Who: Wilhelm and pals
When: January and onward
Where: Nocwich, Thorne, etc.
What: Catchall for the foreseeable future (until the right mood lyrics grab me by the throat)
Warnings: Will mark threads as needed

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Back home, like Wilhelm, Will was used to being told what everyone wanted him to be. No one asked what you wanted to be, and so, Will hadn't really thought about it. He just took it as a given. That was his life. But there were problems with that too, such as not knowing who you were, like going straight to riding a bike without starting with training wheels. But, demigods were like that. Sink or swim. Do or die. Literally.

Will made a beeline for the pasties. He ordered a small cake and looked to Wilhelm to see what he wanted.

"Ambrose, he's the one who summoned you?" Humans can be jackasses too.

Wilhelm picks out something like a doughnut, a fried ball of dough filled with cream and jam. He's not all that hungry, but it smells good in here and he has the funds for unnecessary treats.

"Yeah, he's the High Mage of Thorne. He's in charge of the whole ritual."

It has never occurred to him, until this moment, to wonder who does all the summoning in the other territories. He has only the vaguest idea of what even happens outside of Thorne.

"I still have no idea why he'd want to bring me here, but..." He shrugs slowly. "Here I am."

Nope, absolutely not, Will hands the shopkeeper money before Wilhelm can manage to get it out himself. He barely knows you, but let him take care of you! Will has singlehandedly made taking care of people his entire personality, thanks to years of indoctrination at Camp Half Blood and low self esteem. He ushers them both over to a small sitting area and pulls out a chair for Wilhelm before sitting himself.

"Believe me, I get it. I'm not sure why I'm here either. Of all the people to pull, I'm not sure why they would ever want me. They could get someone with real talent." He bit into the cake and smiled, groaning. Yum, sugar.

Wilhelm feels a little weird about letting Will pay for him when they've known each other for all of fifteen minutes, but the coins have already passed hands. There's nothing to do but thank Will and follow him to the cramped table in the corner.

"Somebody said to me that it could have to do with your potential. What you're capable of now doesn't matter, what matters is what you could be capable of someday."

That inspirational somebody being Lucifer. That doesn't mean it can't be true. Biting into the doughnut, Wilhelm receives a glob of jam dribbling down his chin, which he attempts to lick up.

"Starting to feel a little better?"

Get used to it Wilhelm. Will cared, and that meant he'd care for you whether you wanted it or not. Whether you screamed bloody murder about it or not. Actually, screaming about it was definitely a good way to get his never ending attention. So good job keeping your mouth shut.

He popped another bite of cake in his mouth, savoring the sweetness. It wasn't sunlight, but damn sugar was good. "Yeah, it'll definitely do!"

Will definitely wouldn't have minded if it was Lucifer. Now that he'd gotten over his knee jerk reaction. "I still think they got the wrong guy. Unless they're desperate for someone who's an ace at really bad whistles. And I really don't see anyone here needed an arm reattached. Maybe they were trying for another Will Solace and got mixed up."

Wilhelm is not opposed to receiving attention — not this kind of attention, anyway, that involves the care of a friend rather than the scrutiny of strangers. It just surprises him, especially when it comes on so fast and forcefully. But it's nice. Will is easy to like, all sunshine in spite of his sickly demeanor.

"I'm sure you'll find something to do. Hey, even I've found a way to make myself useful."

He laughs into another bite of doughnut. For all his shortcomings, which he feels like nails scraping under his skin, he knows that he's come a long way since he first arrived. In those early days, he could never imagine feeling anything but out of place and in over his head.

"Dude, you know how to reattach limbs?" His eyebrows pop up. "That's...amazing."

Some might also argue Will was like mold or an antibiotic resistant infection. He grew forcefully and was really hard to get rid of. But let's go with the sunshine metaphors instead.

"Oh I can absolutely find a way to make myself useful. I know that. I'm good at what I'm able to do. But in comparison to....even just my other siblings? These guys could have taken someone with real ability. I'm just....the cleanup crew. I bandage people up so they can get back out in a fight. I know I'm the last ditch effort between life and death for some people and that's important. Really important. But,"

Will stopped, trying to figure out how to explain himself and justify his severe lack of self confidence, and took another bite of sweet to fortify himself without the sunshine to sustain him. " I'm not good at anything else. Or anything more useful. I'm an Apollo kid who can't play a musical instrument, who can't shoot a bow....."

Wilhelm is an expert in being the less talented, more disappointing son. In everything from sports to music, academics to behavior, he was always compared to Erik, long before he inherited his brother's title. It wasn't just his parents' criticism that stuck like splinters under his skin, but the careless remarks they dropped too. Oh, Erik always loved his piano lessons. He plays so beautifully now, don't you think? Everything seemed to translate to Why can't you be more like your brother? Even the media loved to play up their differences, the responsible future king and his trouble-maker little brother.

So, yeah, he has nothing but sympathy for Will, who seems to focus on the things he can't do instead of the things he can. (Wilhelm knows something about that too.)

"Attaching limbs sounds pretty damn useful to me." The doughnut is quickly disappearing, leaving behind smudges of sugar on his fingers. "When I got here, I didn't know shit about magic. I couldn't defend myself at all. If it makes you feel any better, I'm a shitty pianist and cellist too."

Edited 2024-03-25 20:59 (UTC)

Will's powers definitely weren't showy. Not like Kayla who would be Olympic material as soon as she hit age, or Austin who got an obscene amount of views on a jazz video. Like. Jazz. Will? Sure, he was head medic and Head Counselor, but, really, that was only because he had terrible luck and all his older siblings were dead. Will and Wilhelm had a lot in common.

"I suppose to the person who lost the limb, yeah." Will finished off his cake as well. He was still working through some things on his own, which would probably be a lot easier with the help of a friend. Was he going to talk to Wilhelm about it? Maybe sometime in the future. When he figured out a way to broach the terrifying reality of what he had learned about himself.

"That does make me feel better, thank you. Both my parents are musicians and yet.....I can whistle!" Self deprecating, Will?

Will looks much better than he did when Wilhelm first found him. At least he doesn't look like he's ten seconds away from passing out anymore. Wilhelm grins at him across the table.

"Put us together and we could make, like, the worst song of all time," he jokes, hoping to keep his new friend in a good mood. He's spent a lot of time feeling like a failure, listening to all the critical voices in his head while comparing himself to everyone around him. Will shouldn't have to endure all of that.

Will was always in a good mood. Usually. He really wasn't one to sulk, even when talking about how useless he was in comparison to his siblings. Wilhelm would know when Will wasn't in a good mood. Usually, it resulted in him using his drill sergeant voice. Will had once been compared to a dent resistant car. He just kept popping back into place no matter how bad the crash. At least, on the outside.

So, he laughed at the boy's joke. "We could put on a show for all of Nocwich. I'm sure their ears wouldn't be bleeding at all!"

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