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stitching some rags of cloth together for just a flash. "how's the grub coming along then? been standin over it for so long, i'm worried yer old joints will give out."

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"might know a thing or two." you can hear the smile in his voice before seeing it. will follows the table's wood grain. needs a cloth on top. he's never been big on interior decoration, god knows he doesn't have a womanly touch, but he wonders about

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him how comfortable he's let himself become in another person's space, how desperate he is to please them . . then, in the next moment when alexei says he might make use of will's stupid, cruel hands, he forgets about being upset and why all too quickly.

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will seems to wither away in small changes too subtle to notice one by one —— the persistent tension returns to his brow, his body language becomes more intentional, all as the ripples of his own words play in his head. it's suddenly painfully obvious to

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"i'd do it for free," will says, and when the sea foam froth of satisfaction at having made alexei laugh subsides, instantly regrets it. his hand curls into a loose fist where it lays on the table. the relaxed demeanour which doesn't come naturally to

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a shelf of boxes in his shed overflowing with spare parts, varieties of objects scavenged from bins, cool junk, unwanted appliances, spools of wire, busted tech. trash will hoards in case it might be useful, and he remembers exactly where everything is.

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𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝘆 @oilslicked.bsky.social · 02/10/2025

/ love this edit scorpio made bc it highlights how much of a sad loser will rlly is LMAOO

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— ⠀*⠀ ☆ ⠀𝖆𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐢 ⠀.ᐟ @stonecoldloner.bsky.social · 14/06/2026

&&. i really want to focus more on newer characters so if you're interested please check out @bewitchedgalactics.bsky.social 🫶

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⠀⠀⋆⭒˚.⋆⠀⠀now playing. @wordswekeep.bsky.social · 14/06/2026

i want a perfect body. i want a perfect soul.

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☆*:. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆 — quote bot @thenatalog.bsky.social · 14/06/2026

i hate that i fell in love with you – why did i fall in love with you ？

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dog nose snuffles then pushes a ball through the wide gaps of the fence running between the fitzroys and @pollenkeep.bsky.social's properties. he sighs —— but obliges, picking the slimy wet ball up to throw across and onto the beekeep's yard . . again.

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messing with when a shimmer catches his eye —— squint. "is that makeup on your legs?"

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"who says biting's off the table?" the muscle clenching in his jaw is the only indication he gives that she shouldn't be in that chair. she might not be his brother, but she's persistent like he is. he turns his focus back down to the ipod he was

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/ and not the hands and knees part u want me dead he wants to stay the night PLATONICALLY

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could be nicer, but you keep it in good shape."

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of that fight with walton, and the stack of bills on the bench that never seems to diminish, and the wait for the other shoe to drop like a never ending trickle down the back of his neck. stick to the things you know, fitzroy. "it's a nice place.

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feeling a lot with alexei, more and more. rough and gruff, country drongo, tough-it-out, living poor as dirt, in the middle of nowhere, all by hisself. alexei is like home, if home were nice. hell, maybe he's just nice. or maybe will's just pissed because

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flowers. locally sourced. it's . . it's . . . he struggles, idly following alexei as he moves in the kitchen. the humble house, the hot muggy air, the clink of dishes, the sizzling savoury smell of cooked food. it's . . like home, but nice. will gets that

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kind of deal. alexei coughs. will jumps. not tonight, but definitely some time. "i should start targeting you next. i could make a bloody killing —— this whole beaut could use some tlc." he sits back down at the table, now with the vase and his

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each other. at one point he gets on his hands and knees to determine whether the skirting is lifting off the floor. the answer is yes —— if he's quick, he could go and get his drill before the sun sets and turn this dinner date into a stay-the-night

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the wall. if the odd breeze means anything, it's that the window frames aren't sealed. will follows the perimeter of the room, his quiet concentration marked by occasional mutters and the freuqent, quiet rasp of his thumb and forefinger flicking against

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way he scrutinizes his surroundings doesn't invoke the image of directionless bumbling around someone's home. the varnish on the floorboards and doorways has worn down over the years. underneath the peeling corner of the paper, a crack spiderwebs across

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he breaks eye contact quickly. then, feeling like it's not enough, turns away from their happy, smiling faces to start exploring. while the cowboy puts those large hands to use in the kitchen rather than the field, will wanders —— though the methodical

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pad he uses for numbers. it may be balmy inside, but the warmth is a welcome respite from the brisk air he walked through to get here. with a grunt will stands back up then stops, suddenly eye to eye with a framed photograph of alexei and his family.

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jaws to take hold of the log with calloused fingers, turning it so the dryer side pushes into the embers but not so that it snuffs the fire out. when that doesn't work he rifles through his coat pockets —— and tears out a couple pages from the scribble

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dark eyes watch over the dying fire as it taste tests its new fuel with little licks of flame. left alone for too long on account of alexei'e business, it struggles to take interest in the wedge of wood too big for its maw. will reaches past its stone

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raps his knuckles against the *( TIMELINE ). puts an ear against it . . why's it so quiet?

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( tapping the side of said nose. ) family secret.

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give his rotten brother a 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 —— .ᐟ ⠀"oh, it's you."

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