04-04-2021, 09:03 PM
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Well, that was just William. A beautiful man with a charm so fatal. He barely thought twice when he began to mess with Colt’s head.
It was clear that they got on like a house on fire but, with certainty, someone was bound to get burned. Someone else’s pain was intriguing to William. Pleasurable, almost, to see how he shaped the world around him. The way his calm actions gave him power. He’d give Colt what he wanted from the get go; the nonchalant man with the dry sense of humour. He liked to joke around carefully with such impassive features as he’d bluntly deliver his witticisms to those around him; it often pulled people in. They enjoyed the humour, the coolness as he spoke. It almost seemed as if he were an enigma, inspiring people to investigate him more until he had just enough of them to clutch onto.
As far as William was aware, Colt was trapped by him.
Casually wandering into the lounge, William paused in the doorway as he gazed across the room at Colt. The younger of the two seemed to liven up upon seeing Will — an ideal reaction in the presence of a man like Will — William bunching his brows as if to consider Colt’s offer. ❝ Hm. I think I can fit you in my busy schedule. ❞ He kidded with a straight face, eyes lingering on Colt before a hint of a jesting smile tugged at his lips. He soon nodded his head towards the front door, announcing, ❝ Lets go hunting. Saw a couple deer down the mountain in need of a killin’. ❞ Turning to head to the front door, William pulled on his coat and fitted a beanie on his head before picking up a rifle and heading out the front door.
Boots trudged in the snow, William carefully examining the condition of the rifle before glancing over towards Colt. ❝ Right then, tell me: what’s the biggest game you’ve ever killed on a hunting trip? I once downed a moose, y’know? That was quite some job, but a couple bullets eventually sent it to the ground. ❞ The way he spoke so fondly of death should have been a warning sign, but William worked it so well that he could wave his red flags in the face of many with no questions asked.
Well, that was just William. A beautiful man with a charm so fatal. He barely thought twice when he began to mess with Colt’s head.
It was clear that they got on like a house on fire but, with certainty, someone was bound to get burned. Someone else’s pain was intriguing to William. Pleasurable, almost, to see how he shaped the world around him. The way his calm actions gave him power. He’d give Colt what he wanted from the get go; the nonchalant man with the dry sense of humour. He liked to joke around carefully with such impassive features as he’d bluntly deliver his witticisms to those around him; it often pulled people in. They enjoyed the humour, the coolness as he spoke. It almost seemed as if he were an enigma, inspiring people to investigate him more until he had just enough of them to clutch onto.
As far as William was aware, Colt was trapped by him.
Casually wandering into the lounge, William paused in the doorway as he gazed across the room at Colt. The younger of the two seemed to liven up upon seeing Will — an ideal reaction in the presence of a man like Will — William bunching his brows as if to consider Colt’s offer. ❝ Hm. I think I can fit you in my busy schedule. ❞ He kidded with a straight face, eyes lingering on Colt before a hint of a jesting smile tugged at his lips. He soon nodded his head towards the front door, announcing, ❝ Lets go hunting. Saw a couple deer down the mountain in need of a killin’. ❞ Turning to head to the front door, William pulled on his coat and fitted a beanie on his head before picking up a rifle and heading out the front door.
Boots trudged in the snow, William carefully examining the condition of the rifle before glancing over towards Colt. ❝ Right then, tell me: what’s the biggest game you’ve ever killed on a hunting trip? I once downed a moose, y’know? That was quite some job, but a couple bullets eventually sent it to the ground. ❞ The way he spoke so fondly of death should have been a warning sign, but William worked it so well that he could wave his red flags in the face of many with no questions asked.
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TAKE A HUMAN HEART , ADD SOME VANITY , AUTHENTICITY
[sup]AND PUT THEM ALL TOGETHER . DO WHATEVER TO YOUR BROKEN MACHINE .[/sup]