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william foster: lawyer; barrister, thirty, the golden boy.
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🎥 / ﹔ open to all .
location ﹔ aura .
ⅰ. 🎥 / ﹔ “ not gonna lie . i am interested in all these stuffs . i think they’re interesting to know . ” another hand takes another piece of crystal on the collection as he returns the other one and studies the new one he’s holding well . if there aren’t any piece of paper displayed to let people know what each crystal means , keon would have no idea what that’s for or what’s its purpose . he’d remain clueless and pick any crystal for the sole reason that it’s pretty . he picks up the light blue marble colored crystal— his favorite color , and raises it to show it to them . “ what do you think this means ? do you think it has any meaning at all or is it solely for decoration ? ”
William is at Aura purely for tabletop-gaming reasons. He doesn’t believe in crystals and prefers candles over incense, but he’s never been a fan of the niche scents that shops of this vein offer. He took the opportunity to tag along with Keon, finding the other’s presence steadying and pleasant. As they’re studying the wall of crystals with focused gazes, William turns to look at the crystal in Keon’s hand. He now begins gazing thoughtfully at this one. Original, abstract ideas aren’t his forte, but William has a database of knowledge about the whimsy and pseudoscientific. Well, he has an angle of knowledge. Purpose is in the eye of the beholder, he supposes. His general interest in D&D has taken him to intriguing fields of study, mostly of the occult and magical sort, but he’s more interested in the potential of concepts and hypothetical theories that he believes are already drawn from such things, anyway.
“It gives you access to surges of wild magic.” He squints and thinks about it a little longer. “You know, it’ll turn your skin a vibrant shade of blue if it feels like it.”
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━━━ ❛ · 🕊 · : before oliver can speak , william starts . he smiles a shy and fond smile , a little worried will can see how flustered he makes him . ❛ you remembered , ❜ oliver echos , smile growing with a gentle laugh , growing more flustered at the wink . he can’t help but admire how william moves as he works , forgetting what he’d wanted to say or nearly how to speak at all .
they’re both brought back to reality at the spill . ❛ sorry , i’m sorry , ❜ oliver mirrors his laugh , he can’t help it . though he’s not sorry . he’s feeling a little brave , actually . ❛ you want me to stop ? ❜ he smirks , putting a hand over his eyes. ❛ didn’t think you’d minded before . ❜ oliver uncovers his eyes after a moment or two and offers a gentle smile . ❛ but really , you taking care of yourself over here ? have you even had anything to eat ? i can , uh , bring you somethin’ if you want . ❜ he offers , staring again as he watches him work .
William freezes at Oliver’s string of retorts. Well, his mind short-circuits. His hands still hastily wipe away the spill and continue to move about the various bottles while his brain draws a blank for a wild, panic-fueled moment. He milks the blur of movement as much as he can, taking a brave glance at Oliver for only a brief pause. It’s enough for a flustered chuckle to leave his lips, and William curses that the room suddenly feels much hotter. He almost melts in relief when Oliver offers him an easy out; a swift change of topic to distract William from his sudden inability to flirt back.
“I’d like– that sounds– yeah…” William closes his mouth. The heat rises to his ears. He clears his throat and regrounds himself. “What I mean is,” Jesus, William. “I ate almost as soon as Grant unveiled his special dish, but I inhaled it and I think my brain hasn’t caught up with my stomach.” He finally looks at Oliver proper. “I would love a bite of something, that’s really nice of you to worry about it. You know,” Feeling some ease slip back into his shoulders, William starts to joke again. “Nobody takes care of the drinks guy. They see me working and they think I seem content. Everybody asks how are the drinks, not how is the guy who made them. Thanks, Oliver.”
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Phoenix loved animals even if their parents never allowed them and their brother to have any pets growing up. They still believe that somebody had to be heartless, downright evil even, to not melt at the sight of a baby puppy. It was only when they tended to be meddlesome did she find them to be much less charming. She wasn’t sure if the cat that weaved between her legs belonged to someone or was one of the few strays. Either way it gives them a start and the hearty plate of breakfast they had made for themselves (nevermind the fact it was well into the afternoon and they had a late start, like always) falls out of their hands. “Fuck! My eggs.” She calls out helplessly before directly addressing the animal. “Listen up. I’m going to spank you. I am going to spank you so hard that your great, great, great grandma kitty will feel it. And then— " By the time Phoenix sees another person it’s too late. “I don’t…I don’t actually spank cats.”
William approaches with a groggy look about him and extreme bed hair. He’s holding an unlit cigarette in his hand along with a cup of coffee– clearly, he’s just woken up as well. He’s squinting at the general brightness of the afternoon, but he doesn’t change trajectory when he hears Phoenix make aggressive and violent threats toward a cat in the near distance. He thinks about it, though, he does– yet he finds enough force of will within himself to tolerate their presence so soon after an otherwise peaceful rest. When he witnesses the full scene before him, William only glances at the furry creature as it makes a beeline for their dropped eggs and hastily attempts to clomp one between its jaw to make off with it. It makes him smirk a little.
“Wow, Phoenix. Real nice.” He croaks, sarcastic and dry. William begins taking a seat, momentarily distracted by getting his wits about him. After a sip of coffee, he looks at them again. “Abusing children and animals?” He clicks his tongue, “Just when I think you can’t get any worse, you aim to go even lower.”
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susie stood closely behind will as he inspected the decorations that val and her put together. she had somehow managed to get will to get ready early and come along with her to the restaurant a few minutes before the party started. she could hear grant and raj in the kitchen , clattering some pots and pans for some last minute prep.
the decorations were good - at least they were good enough for what the two of them had to work with. without going to the mainland, the two of them scrapped for supplies around town as if it were a scavenger hunt. the girl took a final look around herself , fixing up some pieces on the table that tipped over. watching him analyze the decorations easily became scrutinizing and she instantly regretted asking for his opinion.
‘ listen , i know it’s not good. ’, susie began, slightly surprised he even said his last statement rather than being brutally honest. ‘ we didn’t have much to work with. there’s like no decoration stores here. i’m not used to making things from scratch. the last time i used a hot glue gun was probably in elementary school. besides , ted and elli picked the most random theme. it’s not my fault really. so this is the best it’s gonna get and everyone’s just gonna have to live with it. ’, the girl began to spill out a list of excuses rather than owning up to the outcome.
Subtle surprise paints his face when Susie is the one to admit that the decorations aren’t, well, great. They are not lacking, per se, for they have character, but that’s about the nicest thing he can say about them. He listens to her list of reasons about why they aren’t great and he starts feeling a little bad about not bringing in the right amount of hype. It would’ve been dishonest, but perhaps that would’ve been better.
He smiles and a small, nervous chuckle leaves his lips. William shakes his head. “I mean, they’ll make for great mementos–” he tries to back up his previous statement, holding the mason jar up. “In fact, I think I’ll take this one home. Uh, claiming ownership right now. If you refuse, I’ll find the right time to steal it throughout the night. Resistance is futile.” With that said, he sets it back down on the table and makes a mental note to actually take it home. After another cursory glance at the interior, his gaze lands back on Susie.
“I’m not sure I would’ve done better, actually. Not very… decorative. Practicality over passion– no, aesthetics? However that one goes.”
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dismvntledvlmosts:
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will is looking at him, the same way he used to back in uni days. and ted’s heart break a little, for the worry he instilled in it. is it worry, though, or ted is just imagining it through the smile will gives him. at the other’s question, ted leans his head back, looking at the statue. “hmm?” only seeing marble genitals and well defined muscled legs. “well, you know how weak i am for greek men in little clothing.” there’s a subquestion, under will’s playful tone, but ted doesn’t rise up to it. doesn’t feel like explaining that it’s been awhile since he was in a room full of people, unrelated to work. that’s it overwhelming. suffocating. but he thinks if someone could get him, it would be mr. foster.
he gestures to the other man to join him down on the grass, while his other hand shakes his third glass of mermaid mimosa of the night. “this drink is amazing, but it messes up with my senses. i love it. sit with me, william.”
A chuckle lifts into the quiet night, warm and tranquil. As he sits by Theodore’s side, William pulls out his own box of cigarettes from his pocket. He grimaces at the mention of the drinks. The idea to make cocktails based on zodiac signs came because that was the first thing that occurred to him upon wondering what made people individuals on an extremely surface level, yet William didn’t know much about the topic itself. He chose the cocktails based on small blurbs he’d found on the signs after spending a couple of hours on his laptop. Though he was admittedly intrigued, which explains why he spent hours reading and watching videos, he doesn’t really believe in the stuff. And he definitely should’ve checked Ted’s sign before he began assigning anything.
“Sorry about that, mate.” William apologizes, his nose still scrunched. Though Theodore definitely saw him panic when he went up to him for a cocktail and casually said that he’s a Cancer, William only stuttered a nervous ‘I swear I know your birthday, Ted, it just didn’t occur to me to look into the dates–’ (he wouldn’t remember, anyway) and guiltily handed him a mimosa. William didn’t actually apologize back then. There were too many people around to admit that he’d made a mistake, especially after vehemently defending his list, so he tried to plead with his eyes that he intend to make Ted drink the alcohol that hits him the worst and the hardest.
“How’re you, uh, feeling though? No elven alcoholic tolerance built up for champagne over night?”
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MUSIC ASKS these are actually pretty fucking hard but why not.
1: A song you like with a color in the title
2: A song you like with a number in the title
3: A song that reminds you of summertime
4: A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about
5: A song that needs to be played LOUD
6: A song that makes you want to dance
7: A song to drive to
8: A song about drugs or alcohol
9: A song that makes you happy
10: A song that makes you sad
11: A song that you never get tired of
12: A song from your preteen years
13: One of your favorite 80’s songs
14: A song that you would love played at your wedding
15: A song that is a cover by another artist
16: One of your favorite classical songs
17: A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke
18: A song from the year that you were born
19: A song that makes you think about life
20: A song that has many meanings to you
21: A favorite song with a person’s name in the title
22: A song that moves you forward
23: A song that you think everybody should listen to
24: A song by a band you wish were still together
25: A song by an artist no longer living
26: A song that makes you want to fall in love
27: A song that breaks your heart
28: A song by an artist with a voice that you love
29: A song that you remember from your childhood
30: A song that reminds you of yourself
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IMESSAGE ✉️ grace's brother
SUSIE: hey will
SUSIE: q for you
SUSIE: what's that lil saying the e i thing about spelling
SUSIE: idk how to spell theif
WILLIAM: i before e except after c
WILLIAM: and when sounding like ei like neighbor and weight
WILLIAM: did that help susei
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Four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship:
Back in uni, William would occasionally make small quips about Valerie to Elise, hoping somehow that it would make Elise realize that her friendship with Valerie wasn’t good for her. After Elise and Val had that huge fallout, William tried to be there for Eli.
William convinced Elise to teach him how to braid hair and whenever her hair is down, he’ll randomly start braiding it.
While they didn’t keep in touch much, he always sent her birthday messages and wished her well on holidays.
In uni, William thought Elise was a perfect drinking buddy, so he would always end up trying to get her on his team during beer pong and tended to pick her to sing karaoke duets with him because they would both be so drunk that he didn’t have to hold himself to some sort of standard to sing decently.
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William has always been envious of Raj’s height. Whenever he hugs him, he makes sure to wrap his arms around his neck and not his waist, so that Raj is forced to lean down and William doesn’t have to lean on his toes. It makes him feel righteous.
Raj is his primary outlet for everything Dungeons and Dragons. Even though they haven’t done a proper campaign in a long time, he would still message Raj with all of his character ideas just to get some feedback or bounce ideas back and forth.
His favorite set of dice is the one Raj let him borrow one day when William forgot to bring his own. It happened back in uni, and while they still technically belong to Raj because he never said he could keep them, William continues to use them and keeps them in a little pouch, separate from all of his other dice.
The two LARP’d in uni once. It was right after finals, and they were so stressed and sleep-deprived when they made the decision to attend a local LARP meetup when finals were over in an attempt to de-stress. They got in full costumes and everything. William lowkey wanted to do it again.
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William sometimes… observes Oliver. Just sort of watches him go about his business. He just finds the other man so good-looking that he almost wants to catch him being unattractive so that he can relate to him somehow. It’s infuriating how handsome he is.
The times they’ve fallen asleep together, William is the opposite of a blanket hogger. He wakes up in the middle of the night and makes sure the blankets are covering Oliver.
William has never hooked up with the same person twice and since it’s new territory for him, he can be uncharacteristically awkward around Oliver at times.
Oliver left a shirt behind in his apartment. One day when William was late on laundry, he ended up wearing Oliver’s shirt to work and now he’ll just occasionally wear it as if he owns it. It’s definitely a nice shirt, it was probably expensive, so he’d give it back if Oliver asked. If he doesn’t though, William will keep happily wearing it.
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8. If you were going to write a non-fiction book on any topic, what would it be?
A book that draws concepts from pure mathematics and applies them to the discipline of law. William’s always thought that there’s a similar rationale required to study the two and he’ll most likely end up writing a dissertation about it one day.
11. A tip or hack you’ve learned that makes cleaning or tidying easier:
It’s less to do with hacks and more to do with the motivation to clean. William tends to clean after himself immediately after he makes a mess. For example, the kitchen will be clean before he sits down to eat after cooking– part of cooking is cleaning the kitchen. The dishes will be washed immediately after he’s finished with them– part of eating is cleaning after himself. He’ll tidy his desk up at the end of a study session– that’s also part of the study session. If he leaves things for later, he’s more likely to drag his feet on his chores, so he does them right away to keep things from stacking up and getting out of hand.
12. If you could make a candle that smelt like anything, what would you pick?
The scent of his grandparent’s house… It was sweet and comfortable. His grandparents liked to bake and their family would never buy birthday cakes, their grandparents would make them. They also stocked a lot of old person candy that William didn’t appreciate enough as a kid. He also remembers feeling really comforted by the first beanie baby his grandmother ever gifted him because it smelled like their house.
20. A skill you’ve picked up in the past few years:
How to compartmentalize his life. Seeing a psychiatrist helped with this! William struggled during the first few years of his career (he still struggles with this to a lesser degree) because he tended to carry the weight of his job everywhere and never gave himself an escape from the constant anxiety and pressure it gave him. Ever since he started talking to a professional and started taking medication though, he’s learned how to separate his work life from his regular life.
#𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 — honesty week.#this is from last honesty week but its been sitting in my drafts fskdjf#ty <3 <3
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Arriving alongside Ted at a gathering with this group brings him back. He can’t help but smile all the way there, from the moment he realized they’d be leaving together to the moment that they’re only a minute away from the door. He’s forcing Ted to hold a box of various bottles of alcohol while he holds one himself, but overall the atmosphere is lively with anticipation. He’s not sure if Ted feels it as well– no, he’s certain that he does, to a certain degree, but he hasn’t asked about Elise yet. The two of them worked on the theme for the dinner party, though William never asked Ted how it went between the two. Last he recalls Theodore bringing her up, it was about the fallout they had, and William has been careful in his mentions of her.
Before they fully arrive at the door, he pauses and looks at the other. There’s a simple question that William always asks him, especially when it comes to matters of these kinds of social gatherings. Simple enough that Ted can nod and William will be fine with splitting off from him as soon as they walk through the door, but with a sense of weight to it that if he detects something different in Theodore’s answer, he’ll be stealing glances all night looking for signs of their silent language.
“Alright, Ted?”
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 — @dismvntledvlmosts.
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It’s late into the evening, with conversations dying down to small groups around the room and random bursts of laughter coming from his friends. William is sitting next to Elise, drunk and content, and he has that vague fuzziness in his vision as he stares at one of the decorations on the table. After a second, he leans forward with a soft sigh of effort and smiles.
“Thanks for bringing us all back together.” The words are sudden, though the emotion in them isn’t heavy; it’s warm and at ease. It’s been years since the whole group has been in the same room, and while it’s not the same as it used to be, William feels that familiar tug of fondness in his chest. He can tell that this is a moment he’ll remember, despite the fact that there’s little happening in the scene. All it is is his friends talking– some drunk, some laughing, some in fervent arguments– but it leaves an impact on him. The kind of positive impact that he hasn’t had in many years.
“I know that the circumstances must be stressing you the hell out, the hotel and all, but this– this is nice.”
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 — @rebcllicus.
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“Oh, wait!” William puts a finger up when he notices Oliver approach the table where he’s stationed himself at. It’s out of responsibility, of course. As the guy in charge of the drinks, he has to be at the drinks table. Holding the fort down isn’t a pretense– that William likes to enforce his silly rules has nothing to do with his territorial claim over this area.
After doing quick work out of cleaning off the cutting board from fruit remains, he smiles and reaches for the vodka and a martini glass. “Blue vodka martini. Pisces, I remembered.” And with a wink, he gets to work on the cocktail. William is glad for the social buffer. The last couple of times he’s met with Oliver, the two have been all on their own. While he’s usually good at keeping conversations going, he’s always afraid of where an exchange could turn with the other man. William recognizes his own behavior from looking at his history of relationships, and none of them have been like this one. He might yet mess up on the navigation.
On queue, he knocks over the carton of pineapple juice as he’s reaching for it. “Oh, fuck–” He’s quick enough to recover it, leaving behind a small spill. As he’s reaching for a rag, William laughs at himself. “Hey, your staring is making me nervous. Come on now.”
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 — @quixotiics.
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“I’m not impatient, Raj,” William starts, elbows leaned on the table, looking at Raj with the most patient face he can muster. He’s swirling a glass of water in gentle circles with one hand while the other taps lightly on the tabletop to place emphasis on every word. “I know that you guys are making this really special– you know, it’s Grant’s extravaganza and all.” He adds, taking a sip of the water. After a pause, William lets out a heavy sigh and hangs his head.
“But I’m so hungry, mate. I know you have kitchen privileges– you can go in there. Please, just a bite of anything. A banana, a grape, a peanut. I’m not even asking you to sneak out some of Grant’s secret food before everyone arrives, I’ll take a bite of stale bread at this point.”
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 — @raj-khotari.
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“No it– it looks good, Sus.” William avoids eye contact as he inspects the decor, trying his damnest to figure out the theme that Valerie and Susie went for so that he can come up with something better to say and evade Susie’s wrath. Or her disappointment. William isn’t sure in this scenerio. She looks expectant, but William doesn’t know if she’s waiting for him to lie or to tell the truth. He buys time by stepping further in and looking around, nodding to himself, and pursing his lips in thought.
The decor sucks. William doesn’t know how long they spent on it, but it totally sucks. He wouldn’t share his opinion with Valerie though, and much less with Susie, who William doesn’t like to upset when it seems she’s doing something in earnest.
“I can tell there’s–” He picks up a mason jar with messy, hand-painted shapes on it and glances at the unlit candle inside. “–There’s real heart in it.”
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 — @saveurluv.
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