Will stared at his reflection on the frost edged window as he absently played around with a black tie with slender fingers. The silky fabric gleamed dully, stark against the pale skin of his fingers.
He had changed from the boy who had discovered himself an Old One on midwinter's day. The stocky figure had grown, his frame now lean and slim, the limbs full of coiled grace, like an exotic cat. His straight, dark brown hair pooled down to his shoulder blades, giving him a solemn look despite the stark difference before his and normal haircuts. He could never find the reason that prompted him to wear his hair long. Perhaps for the sheer need to make himself different from humans. But more likely to started alienating people when he would inevitably disappear, a façade of lies stretched to its limit.
Somber silvery eyes darkened slightly. The irony, that the Light would have to hide itself in lies. The Light, so harsh and disciplined, leaving him to suffer the burden of eternity alone. His ageless features were already causing trouble, and had even become part of family jokes at his youthfulness. The lie was already starting to crumble at the edges.
Abruptly, he sighed and buttoned up the crisp white shirt, carefully tilting his neck as he put on the tie, loosely though, as he found the feeling of it so secure around his neck unsettling. Mary had chided him more than once on the 'sloppy' look, but it still never changed his habit of putting it on loosely. He grabbed at a belt and proceeded to thread it through his black pants, picking up a comb to lightly brush his hair with one hand until he looked adequately presentable. Kneeling by the side of his bed, he blindly groped underneath until his hand came in contact with two polished shoes, which he put on.
He softly opened the door, swinging it open with nary a creak of protest. Already, he could hear the bustle in the kitchens below as tantalizing scents called to him beckoningly. A feminine laugh rang out, followed by familiar voices as the clang of pots rang in his ears. He entered the kitchen so quietly that it took a while for the occupants to notice him.
"Will!"
Jane squealed happily as she flung herself at him, nearly choking him as her fingers accidentally hooked onto the necktie and was yanked down by her weight. Will could barely manage to wheeze out a greeting before she planted a light peck on his cheek.
"Chill, Jane." Simon's voice said sternly as he greeted Will with a stiff nod of his neck, scowling protectively at his sister. "I think you're choking him."
Mortified, Jane stepped away, anxiously scanning Will's face. "I didn't hurt you did I will?" She said anxiously, then slightly frowned, as she opened her mouth to speak again.
However, a lilting voice spoke before she could.
"You look tired there, Will." The mortal Pendragon gazed intently at the Old One. "Have you been getting enough sleep?"
"Who wouldn't with so much work from the University? I swear, I feel like giving those idiots a good old spanking for having their classes so bloody early in the morning and ending so late at night. What do they think students can do? Stop time to study?" Mary said with a derisive shake of her head.
Will cleared his throat softly.
"Mary…"
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