[ As for Will? Well, Will loved one woman once, Dr Bloom. She'd claimed to feel the same towards him, even shared a tender kiss yet she couldn't stop her professional curiosity for him from getting in the way. Couldn't even allow herself to be in a room alone with him.
Then there was Margo, used him for a one night stand, just wanted his seed to produce a Mason heir... There was Molly of course but, Will was living a lie. A home, wife, her child and his dog? Yea, it was all an act to forget Hannibal and what he'd caused Will to witness, to do and deal with.
Now there was Tinya. When all hope of finding love in Hadriel had passed, there was Tinya.
Will was in awe. She was a song he couldn't sing, a story he couldn't tell, she breathed life into him as if without her he would die. Her kiss against his palm bloomed golden flecks of embers through his veins, lighting the fire with her touch. He couldn't stand it any longer. He needed her. Uttering under his voice as he listened to her words.]
Stop thinking, Will. Stop thinking!
[ Taking each side of her face in hand, Will's eyes darting left and right as he tried to look at both of hers at the same time. Losing himself, drowning in the pools of colour that spilt out from them. She was a beacon in the dark, a flame and Will the moth. Gently, Will leant in, pressing his lips against hers, ghosting at first with such little pressure, a passing breath and lingering sigh as he drank her in with a tender, loving kiss. ]
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Then there was Margo, used him for a one night stand, just wanted his seed to produce a Mason heir... There was Molly of course but, Will was living a lie. A home, wife, her child and his dog? Yea, it was all an act to forget Hannibal and what he'd caused Will to witness, to do and deal with.
Now there was Tinya. When all hope of finding love in Hadriel had passed, there was Tinya.
Will was in awe. She was a song he couldn't sing, a story he couldn't tell, she breathed life into him as if without her he would die. Her kiss against his palm bloomed golden flecks of embers through his veins, lighting the fire with her touch. He couldn't stand it any longer. He needed her. Uttering under his voice as he listened to her words.]
Stop thinking, Will. Stop thinking!
[ Taking each side of her face in hand, Will's eyes darting left and right as he tried to look at both of hers at the same time. Losing himself, drowning in the pools of colour that spilt out from them. She was a beacon in the dark, a flame and Will the moth. Gently, Will leant in, pressing his lips against hers, ghosting at first with such little pressure, a passing breath and lingering sigh as he drank her in with a tender, loving kiss. ]