[P] Shut Up and Dance With Me

Harvey Butler · 1 June 2015, 10:06 PM

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((000)) the bromance is strong with these two...

It wasn't a surprise that he'd end up at the tailor's door.
Perhaps it was their mutual nationality or the tendency to be immediately friendly with any individual, often resulting in rapid acceptance with little truly known about the other, but something about the Pendragon male had driven the shepherd to seeking out his company. Be it for advice, suggestion, or general conversation, the merle dog was comfortable in the presence of his fellow British Courtier.

While he would not dare to consider any of his other friendships found within the pack as inferior (as they were all admirable individuals that he found a complete pleasure to have in his presence), there was some sort of special bond between William and the Knight.
Harvey appreciated that.

When he wasn't wandering about looking for something to do, or sitting around at home listening to his daughters' stories, the warrior usually opted for a trip to the sparring grounds. When worn weary, he'd check the stables and stumble back home to enjoy the night with this beloved mate beside him.
It was enjoyable overall, but it was growing too routine.

A trip to a friend's residence at least occasionally was likely to do no harm, he figured. That was one reason he found himself there now, already knocking on the door.

Another reason was that he had invited this dear friend over to the Butler home for dinner... On multiple occasions.
And he'd missed them all.

The first couple times were understandable; William was a busy man, and last the fighter knew, he was also dealing with some troubling situations, so there were no hard feelings over a no-show.
However, when the offers became increasingly ignored (though not so much disregarded as they were just unsatisfied), the Courtier began to feel upset.
Then that steadily grew to irritation.

It was difficult to be upset with a friend, especially one he considered close, but Harvey wasn't sure anymore what else to feel at this point.
All he wanted was to have a friendly chat over a meal as the Pendragon male met his family. It was supposed to be welcoming and intimate.

He sighed now thinking of it, which provoked a hasty knock on the door.

Harvey hoped he had a good excuse.

William Pendragon · 1 June 2015, 11:02 PM

William had an addiction. it wasn't one parents warned their children about. It wasn't a pleasure and pain one. In fact all it did was lock out pain with more pain. This was an addiction he had been able to keep under control. Back when his business was good and he had interactions that made him want to set down the needle and thread. Then came Amelia that forced him to set it down and show her love. Now he lost clients due to the heat. To add salt into such an open wound Amelia was gone for good. He had no one there in the mornings to smile about him surviving the night. He had no one there at night to kiss his forehead to calm his anxious thoughts. No one to walk about the pack lands with. He had a son and he cherished the boy greatly in fact he had even begun to train with him to become a tailor. Cat was liberal with his visits in fact the boy had come on days without warning.

Gregory was a great child with a kind hearted family in Krokar. When he had arrived for the first time since Amelia's disappearance he asked where his brothers and sisters were. That was a tough thing to explain to Greg. It stung worse last visit when Greg noticed the sad look in Will's eyes. "Don't worry dad you'll find someone you're a great guy that's what mom always says." That oddly enough made him feel worse. Will had attempted to be charming with others but he keeps retracting in fear of the possibility that they end up like Amelia. So with nothing left in him but sadness he couldn't face the Butler blood. It hurt him a bit. He was partially jealous of his closest friend to have a mate and family. William's hands were cut and bleeding but he still sewed through all the pain making a scarf of a scarlet color. This felt like a good metaphor for each movement he made he felt a sting from life.

At least while he worked he could create. He could try to make up for what he had lost. It was an addiction to work. Without even realizing it he had been sucked into his work again ignoring the Butler family's invite. instinctively to the knock he grunted to let them come in. Will's hair was long and messy dropping well past his eyes. He wore only a stained white shirt and torn old grey pants.His room was a hell of fabrics and clothing. His bed seemed hollow and sad.

Harvey Butler · 6 June 2015, 09:53 PM

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((000)) --

He angered expression of a furrowed brow and frowning lips soon fell after laying eyes upon his friend.
William appeared past ragged and weary. With is unkempt hair and residence in a similar messy manner, it was clear that there was something seriously wrong.
How could Harvey possibly remain upset when he was too far worried now for the fellow Briton?

With wide, sorrowful eyes the Knight stepped inside and grabbed at the other's shoulders. He quickly pulled away, unsure if the Pendragon male would appreciate his touch, and instead settled for a sympathetic shake of the head.

"Bloo'y 'ell, mate..." He muttered, voice ragged as always, though darkened more due to his lack of sleep. Since the attack (resulting in his second murder outside of London), the warrior's nightmares had gradually grown more frequent, and significantly more vivid. As he hated worrying Aoves with his mid-night cries and near-constant squirming about in the bed, he often opted to rest on the couch, though he still got any shut eye at all.

Naps during the day were what kept him going, and some nights proved better than others. Though he should have considered that if he was having such a rough time with this all (even considering his bloody history), it was likely his friend wasn't faring too well either.

He sighed heavily and resisted putting a hand to the Brit's cheek. "Why didn't ya tell me ya was 'avin' it rough? What's been eatin' at ya, Will..." He pressured, hoping to figure out what had kept the male from accepting their invitations to instead spend his time in this mess alone.
Obviously there was something wrong, and the Butler sire refused to leave without at least attempting to help.

William Pendragon · 9 June 2015, 10:47 PM

William felt so much. He went mad when he lost Amelia. He killed and threatened people. It was not as if he did it for no cause. Those that fell by his hands were rats compared to those he knew. The sound of Harv brought up one regret from that night of blood. He drug in his dearest friend. A man that is always there. One of the few that could light a fire of joy and passion in the tailor's heart when the fire is put out. Will's friend Stephen would sleep in the piles of discarded combinations. The grouse was slumbering even now. It was one of the constants in his life. Will fed and kept the bird healthy. He couldn't punish the bird when that bird was one of the few creatures Amelia cherished.

When his friend spoke Will's eyes widened. The tailor stood up. He looked at his friend as if he was a phantom. The Brit gently reached to stroke the other's cheek. When he felt fur he almost couldn't stop. He was overwhelmed with joy to see another being in his home. Tears quietly streamed down his face and the tailor locked his arms around the other. He pulled the male tight. He didn't want to let go he missed the comfort of another. He wanted his friend to stay here. "I hurt everyone that cares about me Harv I can't do the same to someone like you I'm even scared for Stephen." The small Grouse waddled over nuzzling the two embracing males wanting some attention.

"I'm just so tired after all that I got nothing and now I'm just hiding like a coward again." He hated that cowardliness that pushed him to hide in his work. He was scared of the world.

OOC: Stephen: http://kidzone.ws/images-changed/birds/ruffed3.jpg

Harvey Butler · 28 June 2015, 09:55 PM

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((000)) So incredibly sorry for how late this is. My motivation has been completely non-existent...

The merle male quickly shook his head and shushed the other in the most gentle manner he could muster.
"No, no... Tha's not true, mate. I know..." Harvey sighed, knowing full well that likely everything that he was going to say would do little good in convincing the fellow Courtier otherwise. "...I know it seems tha' way, but it ain't true."

Gingerly, he patted William's head, letting the pained tailor embrace him for as long was necessary.
It wasn't as if the Briton minded any. If anything, he was glad to do his friend such a simple favour.

"Ya tried. An' tha's a step 'bove what most else would do. You're no coward, tha's for bloo'y sure." Harvey sighed, pulling away only enough to give the Pendragon male a stern but sincere look.
If William considering this running away from his problems and deemed himself, therefore, a coward, the Butler sire was far worse. After all, he'd left his own homeland to someplace completely unknown and new to avoid the consequences of his savage actions. He kept his history from majority of the canines that he met, and even still suffered from the past through means of nightmares and traumatic memories.
Compared to the Knight, the tailor was a hero.

Harvey sighed, realizing this. However, it was not because he was upset to accept it; he was ashamed that William should have to go on thinking himself a coward while he, who was far more deserving of the title, kept his shameful actions a secret.

Though, perhaps admitting his own faults could bring solace to the hurting other. Despite his dislike of the idea, the Londoner knew there was little much else he could do to honestly comfort his friend.
Besides that, it was probably about time the Pendragon male knew more about the warrior.

"Mate... There's somefink I'd fancy sharin' wif ya, if ya wouldn't mind..." He said softly, his heart racing already.

William Pendragon · 9 July 2015, 11:11 PM

He was a worker. He felt only safe in his place. He always found comfort holding the threads and needles. Even after a harsh beating and tongue lashing he could stand up knowing he could work. Yet here he wasn't necessarily forced to work. Work was a friendly suggestion. He still did it. But there was so much room for pain now that he could open his eyes. His failed loves were proof of the pain freedom brought. He wondered why no one skipped and sung everyday about this freedom. Perhaps this was why. When under the thumb all sang of freedom and a just alpha. When relieved none care to celebrate that just alpha and freedom.

His head hurt. The needle only confused him. With the words of Harv ringing in Will's head he felt a shock. A step above? A try was more than what others would do? He didn't know what to feel. Pride in his effort or disgust for others' extreme cowardice. He supposed both would be appropriate. It felt comforting in a way to be above the rest. Yet something stunned Will. The change in Harv's appearance. He looked so scared. It caused the tailor's heart to ache. What was wrong? The words he spoke only caused Will to worry more.

"You can tell me anything Harv I swear I won't judge you." He looked at the knight with wide worried eyes. The old Will could always shine through for his friends. Perhaps it was this lack of self concern that pushed him to do anything necessary for his friends and loves.

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