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[solastial]

Will Solace lives at #1434.
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[solastial]

[ Will goes to reply audibly, which he cannot do, of course. Making what must be a frustrated sound on mute, he holds up one finger and goes back to typing. ]

i understand that. not that i've had something similar happen, but it makes sense. i'm not making any assumptions about that either. it doesn't seem that ridiculous to want security from someone.

i do have to be. i don't really want to be, but i already know what happens when people find out about us.

[romanus]

[ That look that questioned at first why he was still typing, but then he remembered that it had been awfully quiet around the house. ]

Oh yeah, you can't talk or something right?

[ This place was just full of surprises. ]

And I don't want security from him, okay? Unless he gets a job or something, I just need him around.

[ And then a curious quirk of his head. ]

...yeah, what happens? Probably not the same shit that happened with us back home.

[solastial]

[ Will's expression expresses his frustration with this situation in the least frustrated manner possible. He smiles wryly, nodding at the first comment.

Back to typing... (which is not fun thanks to being dyslexic, but autocorrect is a thing, so he manages to type things that actually make sense, at least grammatically and in terms of spelling). ]

that's what i'd call security, but we have different definitions!

[ He pauses, looking briefly quite grim. ]

bad things. people have been hurt. [ A pause. ] some died.

[romanus]

[ That grim look was something of a shock to him, Roman leaning back in his seat just a little; it was terrible but he followed that movement with a shrug. ]

People die, you can't change it.

[ A pause. ]

Unless you're the one doing it, then...

[ He's thinking on this very hard, it was weird to dole out advice that he should have taken himself. ]

...you'd better have a good fucking reason for killing someone. I screwed up a lot before I came here, became everything I never wanted to be and Peter killed me for it.

[ He's taking a moment to pause for a cigarette. ]

To be fair I killed him first, but I forgot to get rid of his fucking head so he got the chance to come after me again. Not like it matters, we both deserved everything we got. Does your friend?

[solastial]

[ Will's response comes much quicker this time. ]

i never killed anyone and i hope i never will. it's not like that. i can't explain.

[ Now he looks genuinely frustrated, though it still seems mild on his expression. ]

nico deserves better than people give him. no one deserves to be judged just because of

[ He cut off, sending that abruptly before finishing his sentence. ]

really late but i still want to finish some of this BT

[romanus]

[ The cock of his brow again. ]

...because of?

it's never too late!!

[solastial]

because of who he is. it's not because of choices he made.

[ Well, maybe some choices. It's a little bit difficult to say without giving away stuff he promised he'd keep to himself. ]

[romanus]

[ There's a heavy sigh from Roman, his eyes closing as he leaned back with a stretch. ]

You know, I got enough of that cryptic bullshit back home; he either did something or he didn't.

[ Eyes opening again. ]

...or he's something, with the stuff we've seen it's not a stretch.

[solastial]

we're both something. but i don't think he'd want me to say what. he's kept it a secret since he's been here.

[romanus]

[ There's an indignant snort. ]

Who am I going to tell? Peter? In case you hadn't noticed I'm not great friends with the whole fucking town or anything.

[solastial]

i don't think you'd tell someone. but there's part of me that thinks you wouldn't believe it either.

[romanus]

We live with a fucking werewolf.

[ Yes, make it all about Peter being a werewolf?? ]

[solastial]

it's different.

[ He looks a little bit perplexed, honestly. ]

[romanus]

Goddamn, what do I have to do to convince you? Tell you my whole life story?

[solastial]

no, it's not like that.

[ He frowns, looking across the room. Then sighs and types another reply. ]

i'll tell you about myself. but not him. that's the best i can do.

[romanus]

Deal. Spit it out.

[solastial]

[ Oh boy. ]

what do you know about greek mythology?

[romanus]

[ There's a casual shrug. ]

Enough to get around, doesn't everyone know that shit?

[solastial]

i'm pretty sure it's fairly common knowledge.

[ There ought to be a manual for this. 'How to explain to people that all the myths and legends are true without saying that and therefore sounding totally cheesy.' ]

none of that is fictional.

[romanus]

Okay.

[ Watch him not respond with shock and awe, sorry, Will. Petulance? Yes. Shock? No. ]

So what, you're supposed to be some god or something like that?

[solastial]

[ Petulance is way better, honestly. ]

demigod. half-god. on my dad's side.

[romanus]

You know that's still vague as hell, right? Names.

[ Don't call him stupid, Roman, he's at least giving you what you want. ]

[solastial]

apollo.

[ He looks aside. ]

[romanus]

Wow, you didn't even get a good one.

[ Harsh. ]

[solastial]

[ He actually looks offended by that. ]

what's bad about apollo? that's my dad you're talking about you know.