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

[ordinar]

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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[sonofacesius]

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....."

[ordinar]

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."

[sonofacesius]

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?

[ordinar]

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.

[sonofacesius]

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!"