[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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january quest - lucifer & kell

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As the wagon rolls and jolts down the road, Wilhelm wonders what the hell he was thinking when he signed up for this gig. His track record for defending himself is...well, lackluster, and here he is guarding a whole wagon through beast-infested woods. White-knuckling the back of the wagon as it sways around a bend, he reminds himself that Lucifer and Kell are here with him. He can try to transmute their competence into his own confidence. He has his fire and, tucked in a pocket, his knife.

He couldn't do shit for the bodies stacked in the wagon bed when they were still alive, but maybe he can so something for them now.

One point of pride amid his hard-to-die doubts: Wilhelm has managed to enshroud much of the cart in magical darkness. Masking the whole thing was out of the question, as it would prevent the driver from seeing the road ahead. Or his hand in front of his face, for that matter. Only Wilhelm can see through the thick shadows he creates. So, it should — he hopes — make their group harder to find in the dim forest.

will solace - nocwich

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It's rare that Wilhelm makes the trip to Nocwich without any plans to meet up with a friend. A date with Jesper — though, that aspect of their friendship has now changed — or tea with Wanda, or lunch with Hilda who has a new shade of nail polish to try on him. Everything Oleuni Square has to offer is just more fun with someone else. But today, he just has a little extra money in his purse and a beautiful boy in mind who he's trying to make happy.

He scours the marketplace in search of something suitable for a "just because" gift. Will Kelson think these hair decorations are too feminine? Would he like those tiny pewter figurines, or is Wilhelm just drawn to them because there's a frog among the display?

As he's debating if he should go back to that one stall, he notices a boy slumped against a streetlight at the market's edge. The boy's face is pale and dark bags hang under his eyes. With concern overtaking his countenance, Wilhelm approaches and crouches down in front of him.

"Hey, are you okay?"

kelson

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The bad weather proves good for business. Since the windstorms slammed into town, demand for package delivery has soared as people become more reluctant to leave the house just for a small purchase. Wilhelm's customers send him with a pouch of coins and an order written on a slip of paper, and he returns with whatever spell component or book or accessory they want. And with a bike, Kyle and Viktor's brain child, he's twice as fast as he was on foot.

Between the influx of courier business in the castle town, and volunteer deliveries in Nott, Wilhelm is out for the entire afternoon. He returns to the castle, tired in his muscles and windswept, as dinnertime draws near. It's not a snack or a bath that he seeks first, though.

After checking the room, he picks the library as the next likeliest place for Kelson to be. Yes, he could just message him, but that spoils the element of surprise. When he spots Kelson perched on a window seat, bent over a book, he approaches with a quiet smile and hands clasped behind his back. Wilhelm joins him, finding a place for his head on Kelson's shoulder and a place for his hand on his knee. Touch comes easily to him; it's the clearest way he can communicate his affection for the other boy.

"What are you reading?" he asks, arching a look up at him.

mat - april event

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The festival in honor of the Patron of the Cherished swells to fever pitch as the mortals get deep in their cups, and on the hillside overlooking all the revelry, the gods celebrate their friend Jesper. That's the most Jesper thing of all — not the wanton indulgence in drink, not the riot of sex that inevitably results, but the fact that there are two parties in his name happening at the same time.

Warmed up by wine, Wilhelm flits from friend to friend in the crowd. His wings are the brilliant stained-glass blue of butterflies. In a sleeveless top that gapes open along his ribs, spun from some gossamer fabric that hides little, and billowing pants of much the same cut, he lands on the more conservative side of tonight's dress code, but he's open to suggestion. When he spots Mat, he glides up with a grin that's still boyish after so many centuries.

"Want to dance?" he asks, holding out a hand. Something in the tilt of his head and the curve of his lips implies that dancing could lead to other things, if Mat wanted. Such territory is not unchartered. They've both loved Jesper for a long time, and Jesper...well, he loves to share.