[open] I was tame, I was gentle, til the circus life made me mean

[ordinar]

Who: Wilhelm & pals
When: June onward
Where: Thorne, Nocwich
What: Catchall for hot boy summer
Warnings: Will update as needed



Closed and open starters to follow. :)

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[ordinar]

He knows at once that Kell is talking about Rhy. In a fucked up way, he's almost lucky that Erik had already died when he came to this world. He doesn't have to worry about the one thing tethering his heart to his old life.

Of course, it never occurred to him that his brother could die until it happened.

But he hasn't had to fret much about what's happening in his absence. He used to feel a little guilty that he was letting his family down once again — letting Erik down. Over time, the guilt surrendered to his growing elation at having the chance to make his own life. Every once in a while he wonders about his parents, who are probably more aggrieved by not having an heir than losing their son. At least, that's what he tells himself.

"I wish you could know too. If Rhy's okay." He sighs. "Some people think that...time stops back home when you're here. Or that there's another version of your home where you're still there and things go on like they're supposed to. I don't know. It's really confusing. I don't know if I believe it."

wrap on mine?

[blackeyedprince]

Kell always fought tooth and nail for even the scraps of independence. From the moment he realized that he's not really son of the royal couple. He might bear their name, but he is not and never will be their son. They acquired him like one acquire a weapon or ship.

Now, that his finally untethered, with no obligation to anyone or anything. That his finally free to do with his life what he wants. The way that their three months disappearance has shown that he can. Now, he doesn't want it.

"You know, there's this one theory that says that the Summoning ritual takes out your own time, and if ever gets kicked out by Singularity you return the exact moment it pulled you from."

Of course, he doesn't believe it. None of the theories has any real proof to it, just a bunch of speculations. The longer he thinks about the more he's convinced that even Ambrose has no idea what his doing.

"I think I'm going to stick to it."

It's desperate and disingenuous move. He just resigned to lie to himself. But he has to hold on to something. Otherwise, he won't be able to get off his bed, and he doesn't want to drag anyone else into his own private abyss. He'd want them to believe he's fine. Even if it's a gross lie.