Ghost au👻
Not going into details you just need to see for yourself self.👁👅👁
There is cursing tho + dirty minded William 😐(like isn't he already?)
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Demuring in eye contact does he glance away from the other bloke. It was shameful he knew this, thus history has its flaws. Last encounter was not satisfactory.
"Yes Afton?, need anything." Elaborating the growl in his tone. Henry gritted. To his dismay William just smiled. Only making Henry's annoyance to escalate.
"What Afton! Do you want a lollipop 'cause I can sure shove it down your fucking throat!" Henry shouts.
"Careful now I might get the wrong idea". William leans through toothy teeth.Eager to tease Henry.
"I'll fucking stab you" Henry scolds.
"Ha!, that won't have any effect even if you did, and you know it ,old chap".
"Call me chap again and you'll end up looking like a chappies wrapper". Henry scolds once more. He was absent mindedly signing the burden of papers. Until later did this bitch arrive unintended in his office.
"Awww like a Christmas present." William leans in raising his eyebrows.
"That I would place in a fire, now if you don't mind I have paper work to fill." Henry leers, now focusing on the the unwritten accounts.
"First off rude, and secondly you're no fun." William pouts deliberately.
"And you get on my nerves now you can please leave". Henry sighs. Still eyed upon his paperwork.
"Ok then," William accepts, discreetly taking his leave.
"Same as always?" William regards once his head turns to the side. Bitter in his voice.
"I wish not." Henry says, eyes peeled to the last line of the page, then signing it.
Now in the other room the other man disgards his glow, his smile. Yes he is dead, but he never showed it. Just today did it take his toll on him. A mere soul who only wanting someone to talk to. He was too alone in his own being. Feeling the cold wisps of realisam. He deserved this right? After all his culprit to his corspe sate remains in the far room. William knew this but pretends as if it was nothing. Seeking his faint Luna fingers. Like stargazing the galaxy in the palm of his hand. He laughs to himself, his own person. He giggles more,entertained by the fact that he was so alone. They soon slowly turn to sobs.
"Up Afton," Henry sighs, extendeding a hand.
Spooked, to his skin did William take note of the other gentleman.
"Yes Henry, need anything?" William tries to lighten his vocals and takes Henry's extended hand. Griping William's, Henry pulled each other extensively close.
"Quit the act, William. I know you've been crying," Henry whispers to Williams ear.
"So?, you don't care. Remember, you don't even like when we talk. You hate me, right?" William seaces to his word.
"Oh William, how you so wrong." Henry almost sings. Locking eyes with the deceased.
"I swear this is all a dream," William murmurs to himself.
Henry brings them both to a sway enlightened from the radio music playing in the office. Playing to still slow tune, the radio host announcing,
"6pm, our special for lovey doveys out there,"
"Here that Will, we can dance." Henry suspires.
"Alighty then," William grins finally sensibly. Following Henry's lead.
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I'm back ya'll. I hope all is well!
