He meant the one that's head over heels in love with, but he'll gladly take Molly.

Now or never, right? At least it's not a wedding, yet. #BlackthornBall

Find him lingering in the corner of his own party. #blackthornball

At least he actually came; Will was afraid that he wouldn't. He’s grateful for his appearance at this party, even if he won’t admit to it.

Let him guess— he’ll be wherever the liquor is, right?

As if he would ever forget those details. Anyways, let him just make his way over there, hmm? “Now, what on Earth possessed you to show up?” Is he teasing? Maybe. “I assumed you would simply burn your invitation.”

“I’m glad you did,” Will replies, flashing one of the first genuine smiles of the evening as he gladly accepts the offered drink. “I’ve been better. My darling best friend decided to skip the event, apparently. It’s awfully upsetting.”

“How does one go about introducing their former love to their fiancée, hmm? ‘Hello, Clarissa, darling, meet John Clare, we used to sleep together.‘” That’s an excuse and they both know it. A sip of the drink is taken, followed by a shrug. “She would probably like you, actually.”

The laugh actually makes William smile, rolling his eyes at the other man’s next comment. Vanity isn’t a becoming trait, but it has always suited John. “You’re being vain again, John.” A pointed look. “I thought I talked to you about that.”

୭̥⋆*｡ — ; ❪ @englishrosery ❫

The ball is over. Nighttime has fallen. And it’s now time for Will to go off in search of that infuriating 𝕮𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝕾𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝. Charles’ chambers and the library both proved to be futile, so the garden is next on his agenda. Fair warning: William is upset and bordering anger.

|| twitter knows what's up.

|| I just wanna, uh, WRITE

|| idk what TO WRITE, WOMAN.

|| you are zero help to me

William is /bored/.

|| started from the bottom, now we’re here 😭😭😭💕✨💕✨💕

He’s spending today down in the village.

|| well, this is depressing.