April Log

[sonofacesius]

Who: Will Solace and you!
When: April 1 - 16; May post event
Where: Free Cities; Horizon, prompts below
What: Catchall
Warnings: None so far

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[ordinar]

He accepts Will's hand on his shoulder, sagging into a sigh and leaning a few degrees toward him. Will is right, of course — the hurt is too big to just shut it away and hope it will die. The darkness is where it thrives. Wilhelm spends another moment contemplating his unevenly browned marshmallow, aware that there's a next step he's supposed to be taking but too weighted with inertia.

Then he admits, "I never told him I love him."

It's a form of mourning, like throwing flowers down onto the casket as it's lowered into the ground.

"I wanted to, but...I wasn't sure he felt the same way. I was afraid I wouldn't hear what I wanted." I hope you have a nice Christmas. That's what he got the last time he said I love you. "Now I wish I'd said it anyway."

[sonofacesius]

Will thought about Nico, and how he would feel if something had happened to him before they were able to share their feelings. But they had already shared so much, that it was just a verbal sharing of feelings already physically exhibited. What Wille was describe was different. He wasn't sure if Kelson felt the same way. So he had held back. They hadn't quite been ready to share that yet.

"I'm sure he knew, Wille. There are so many ways to say I love you besides those words." Will said it with every touch he gave Nico, ever glare, every cookie he shoved at his boyfriend. It was in every action, if one took the time to look. Wille seemed to be very hung up on those words though.

[ordinar]

Wilhelm thinks back on all the ways he communicated his love when he was with Kelson. Sitting with him in the library and listening to him explain whatever historical tome he had his nose buried in that day. Coaxing him out of the castle to take a walk or share a drink together. Holding his hand, resting his head on his shoulder, playing with his hair, so many little touches that felt like something big to him. Kissing him, slow and sweet and deep — and stopping before they plunged in too far, when Kelson would hit that invisible wall and freeze up. Wilhelm didn't mind waiting for him.

It stings now, knowing that he'd never get to communicate his love for him in that way.

Taking a slow breath in, he tries to absorb Will's reassurance, to supplant those doubts. In the back of his mind, though, he can still hear Kelson whispering, I think I might be broken. He thinks those words will haunt him for the rest of his life.

"How did you and Nico meet?" he asks, reaching for something happier to think about. He finally makes to pull the marshmallow off the stick.

[sonofacesius]

That was a question. One he had heard asked again not so long ago, along the banks of the Acheron. Nico and Will had shared their story to the nymph Gorgyra, before plunging into Tartarus. At least this time, the atmosphere was not a raging river of pain. Still it was a loaded question, although it wouldn't have seemed like it at first. A simple question, with a not so simple answer.

"There's actually a couple different answers to that question." Will sat back, preparing to tell the story he had only a little while ago, to a very different person. And this time he wasn't bleeding to death! "I met Nico shortly after he came to camp. We were ten, and he had just cut himself with his own sword after arguing with Chiron. I was still training as a medic," Will stopped, his own voice breaking slightly, "with my brother Michael. Nico was bouncing and shaking so hard I had to try and calm him down enough so I could work."

Will took a breath. "Nico left shortly after though. He was a bit of a flight risk back then. But that's how we met. Originally. Not quite the same as when we really got to know each other. Or when we considered each other friends, and then something more. Someone once told me we've been orbiting each other for a long time." He still liked the way that sounded.

[ordinar]

The story is short, but it opens Will's world a little wider for him. Training to be a medic and fighting with swords at the age of ten? Being the child of a god is no joke. Sure, Wilhelm had been groomed into royal life from the moment he was born, but he didn't adopt any official duties until the summer he turned sixteen.

He understands what the breaking in Will's voice means when he names his brother. In the same way, Wilhelm still has a hard time saying out loud that Erik is dead. As he listens, he scrapes his marshmallow onto a graham cracker, an ordeal that gets his fingers all sticky.

"That sounds really nice. I mean, meeting someone when you're young, and having them in your life for a while, and...just being able to come back to them. It's nice."

That he's sincerely happy for Will makes it a little easier to hold down the bitter envy that's shooting up like weeds from his loneliness.