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((wow, bella
i am amazed at that description))
@bella
as they walked on, william continued to be quite absent, his mind elsewhere. he was pretty defenseless, and once again, the idea that this man — viktor, he recalled from their recent, short conversation — would hurt him came up. he had to remember that unless this was a trap, there was little chance he would be attacked in any sort of way. will, himself, posed little to no threat whatsoever. therefore, the point stands. there was nothing that viktor could ever want from him. he wouldn’t need to get brutally injured. at least, he hoped. there was no sort of contract involved with being in the sanctuary clinic. he would know of it, right? that’s the whole point of contracts. not like the guy had ever seen will’s signature anyways, although it would be recognizable from the start, with the way his letters curve to make constellations.
right. back on track… which was also difficult to maintain. just like a topic to talk of with this man. ancestors, guide me, what do i do? he prayed to who knows what and why, but he did. he just assumed that his family was with.. whatever it was. god? he questioned this.. and get back to reality, william. will nearly facepalmed right then and there. but that would have looked, well.. a bit odd, to say the least. especially in the presence of viktor…..ah. viktor was.. now talking. wonderful. whatever he said, will didn’t know, but he caught something about not being a burden. that eased him again, but not for long. will was just a never ending train of thoughts and anxiety. train wreck, so to speak. in the meanwhile, he mumbled a “thank you”, raising his eyes when he said this. just to prove he did mean it, even if it was a struggle to believe it. the rest of the walk did, indeed, remain silent.
oh, things could change, yes. just like how, as the shadows began to stir more and more, and viktor introduced him to the clinic of which he spoke. there was the occasional whisper, nothing more, but will quickly doubled back to make sure he had hid his figure well enough. then he scurried to follow viktor again. was he the only adult here? were there more adults? or was he safe? because will only really feared the adults. they often had more bulk, they were wiser and didn’t act upon instinct like ferocious, angered teens, and they criticized everything with such a gaze.. like they knew who you were. and, hopefully as made clear, that was the ex-prince’s deepest fear. being recognized for who and what he was.
as viktor gestured for william to tag along, he did just that, and swiftly, too. children hiding in the dark? that was nightmare fuel, especially when you’re new to the environment and know next to no one, minus the one(?) adult. he planned to keep it that way, though. there was no need for it to change. so, he did as asked, and nodded. “does everything have a.. specific place?” will questioned, staring at the bag of items, his nerves clashing with his genuine intrigue. it was a bit difficult to see in some areas of the clinic, but other than that, it was lit enough for him to see okay.
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(( did I spend way too long describing what the clinic looks like? Yes. Did I delete two other paragraphs of description that I thought were unnecessary? Also yes ))
The clinic was quiet and still except for the faint hum of the lights, a stark contrast to the bustling activity that filled the clinic during the day. The walls of the front room of the clinic were lined with neatly made cots separated by a sheet for privacy. In just a few hours Viktor expected that most of the room would be filled with people injured in the attack on Aubree. Without giving the room a second glance, Viktor made his way to the door leading further into the clinic. The door had three locks on it and a sign clearly marking it as off limits. People were only allowed past this door with his expressed permission. Every once in a while one of the kids got the idea in their head that Viktor was too kind to punish them for breaking into his private rooms, and every time they very quickly learned just how wrong they were. Viktor didn’t like killing kids, but was still a bad man who would utilize violence to teach them a lesson.
Beyond the door was a hallway with a series of doors with varying levels of security. The first door had no exterior lock and led to a small bathroom. Next was the clinic storage, with only one lock. Viktor used that room too often to bother with multiple locks, and he wasn’t too concerned about the safety of the contents. People typically didn’t want to steal medical supplies from the man who would treat their injuries or illness for free. Viktor’s personal quarters were guarded by two locks on the outside and far too many from the inside. If nothing else Viktor was paranoid about his safety while his guard was down. He had been through enough at this point to understand the importance of a secure bedroom. There was one final door at the end of the hallway half obscured by a cabinet. Viktor refused to tell anyone what was in there no matter how much the kids pestered him with questions. Not only was the door guarded by several locks, but it was rigged with a trap that only he knew to disarm. The room held far too many explosives for him to skimp out on security. One day Viktor would make his attack against the Crimsons, and he needed all the firepower he could get his hands on in preparation for that day.
For now, Viktor wanted to put away his new supplies and get some shut eye. Without bothering to check that William was following him, Viktor unlocked the storeroom door and entered, dumping the contents of the bag onto a table in the center of the room. The room contained drawers and shelves of neatly labeled medical equipment and drugs. Some of the shelves were starting to look bare while others were nearly overflowing with supplies. Who could’ve guessed that bandages would be used far more often than burn ointment. The trip to the noble’s house had been worth it. Painkillers, antibiotics, and bandages greeted Viktor as he emptied the bag. Finally Viktor turned to acknowledge Will’s presence.
“Put these on the shelf over there. Everything is labeled. I assume you can read?” Viktor handed Will the bandages as he spoke. He was almost certain that William came from a wealthy family, but it was always smart to double check that the kid could read. Many of the kids around here couldn’t. “Yes, of course I’m organized. It would be hard to run a clinic without some system.”
[just a tid bit too short, apologies]
as he stood there, his mind began to wander, imagining the people who would come into this clinic seeking help. would they be like him, with worn-out shoes and a sense of unease, separated from their families? or would they be confident and assured, knowing exactly what they needed and where to find it? the uncertainty gnawed at him, but he pushed it aside, reminding himself that he was here to help and to rest, not to worry about the judgments of others. taking a deep breath, will turned his attention back to the task at hand. he scanned the shelves, his eyes darting from one label to another, trying to make sense of the organization system. it seemed chaotic at first, but as he studied it further, he began to see a pattern emerging. the bandages were grouped together, the antiseptics were in a separate section, and the medical tools were neatly arranged in another area. it was a strange kind of order, but it made sense to him in its own way. the labels helped, too.
as viktor spoke, he turned his attention back towards the man. he nodded simply, mumbling, “okay. yeah, no problem.” he paused before adding curtly, “yes, i can read.” with this, he grabbed hold of the box of bandages. in his head, he slowly processed the situation and what kind of people he’d meet here. if he even bothered to meet them, anyways. he was pretty sure that, unlike school, he was not required to know the names of his “peers”. after a nervous glance at viktor, he walked towards one of the shelves, which was more like a half-lidded cabinet. he sets the box of bandages down under the taped-on label, making sure the box was at least a little bit symmetrical. then he took a small step back, feeling his anxiety tickle in his stomach. “..sorry if that isn’t right.” will flinched at his own words, but he was sure it was fine. why wouldn’t it be? the label said bandages, so he put the bandages there. see? it wasn’t that hard to wrap your head around, freak. the voice in the back of his head seemed to murmur. you’ll be just fine here. after all, you owe the guy.
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The kid’s response to Viktor’s comment about reading had enough of a kick to it that Viktor stopped in his tracks. Finally the boy was showing some backbone. Good. Maybe he would have what it takes to survive here. Viktor didn’t think he needed to give William his usual lecture about fighting, but he still deserved some warning for what he would experience with the other kids.
“You will be in the minority here when it comes to education. Most of these kids have been living on the streets for as long as they can remember.” Viktor knew from personal experience how prickly kids could be about their own failings. He himself didn’t learn to read until he was 16. “If you think that you’re better than any of the kids out there just because you had the privilege of an education, you’re looking for a beating.”
William was on the timid side, but the noble born kids were always harder for Viktor to read. For all he knew, Will was disgusted by the grime blanketing the tile flooring of the clinic and the blood caked under Viktor’s nails. If that were the case, William would very quickly learn that his pure bloodline did not make him any better than the other orphans. They were all stuck out on the same streets no matter where they came from. On the other hand, being too timid was also a good way to get robbed or killed.
“Don’t let any of them push you around. They all know the rules against fighting and stealing. Don’t start any fights, but if someone does hit you, punch back harder.”
Satisfied that he got his point across and feeling mildly disgusted at the genuine kindness he was showing the boy, Viktor turned back to the task at hand. The two of them had made quick work of restocking the supplies. Viktor rolled his eyes at the hesitation in Will’s words and actions, no longer in the mood to be nice to the boy. He knew full well that he had put the supplies in the right place. He didn’t need Viktor to coddle him and tell him that he did well.
will, truly, didn’t know how to feel. on one hand, or he supposed finger, he was doing perfectly fine. he didn’t need to be shoved around. for christ’s sake, he was a grown adult now and that truly, in all honesty, needn’t bother him at this point. on another finger, he was scared and nervous and his brain was wired totally different than his heart; this was also true for the opposite way around. and on yet another finger.. well, you get the point. continued thoughts, all different or maybe interlocking. it was tiring and will was exhausted and felt like crawling his way home, deep in his memories, and sleeping. and he missed the ghostly feel of his mother, reassuring him through the rough nights and telling him that he and his siblings and his mother herself would all make it out okay.
some bullshit that was. look at where it got you. look at where it got us. look at where it got everyone. will slowly looks up at viktor from where he’d been looking at the ground. his eyes glinted with an unknown intent, and his stomach felt like it was tied in pure knots. viktor’s cold demeanor made him feel like shit all over again and he fought to keep his eyes up. he responds, for once, without hesitation. “i’m not here to cause fights, and i’m certainly not here to..” he looks for the right word, and his royal tongue makes him feel as if he should use words like indulge and wallow or even pander. instead, he resorted so a much simpler term. “..not here to get in anybody’s way anymore than i already have.”
“..and i’ll sleep outside, that much is made up. i’m not going to take anyone else’s resting spot when i’m just as fine as being outdoors as i am indoors.” his lip twitches slightly at the way that sounded. should he once again thank viktor, albeit without really much else to say? or should he drop it at that? his hands shake, the movement so small that it’s not easy to spot. well, fuck. look at what you’ve gotten yourself into, now. great going. he’s going to keep giving you the cold shoulder and you’re going to be left entirely alone. isn’t that the whole point of this? to heal on your own terms?
he closes his eyes briefly and takes a deep breath before he once more opens them, the hazel seeming dead as he unsteadily defends his own heart. don’t let them in.
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((damn not the nudge))
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uhhh here it is, description or image. this is viktor's clinic