William

Kurt’s ring and my ring…

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CUTE!!

Thanks, bro

Of course, man

Kurt’s ring and my ring…

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CUTE!!

OPEN RP

Under the dim stage lights of his Italy concert, William pours his emotions into Driven Under, his voice raw and fractured with anger. Every lyric drips with frustration, his broken vocals making it clear—he’s pissed off, and he’s letting the world know.

His fingers move effortlessly over the guitar strings, but there’s an edge to his playing, a barely restrained fury in every chord. When he reaches the line “My hands are stained with love,” it cuts through the crowd like a blade, echoing in the ears of those who know what happened between him and Peter.

@mynameismagneto @mutantontheloose @simply-a-professor @therealquicksilver @theincrediblenightcrawlerr //feel free to join if you’re not @

Peter had gotten himself on the next flight he could to Italy, which was unfortunately to a city on the other side of the country to where William currently was. He didn’t even know if William wanted to see him, he just wanted to be there. He’d blown the last of his money on plane tickets, and had no Euros, so had to rely on sneaking onto trucks and trains to get to where William was playing.

He made it in time for the start of the show, backstage pass clutched in his hand. He could go in, no one could stop him, but instead he went to the main standing area right by the stage. He pushed and shoved his way through the crowd of people, stepping on feet and elbowing faces to get right up to where William and his band are playing. He’s right at the front of the crowd, shoved painfully from all sides against the gate diving him from the stage. From the love of his life.

He gazes up at William, the noise of the people behind him seeming to fade into the background. It feels like it’s just them, at least to Peter. The lyrics cut right through him, threatening to make him cry for the millionth time that week. He’s lost count. He doesn’t even know if William can see him or even wants to see him. But watching his fiancé on that stage, he’s almost glad he came all this way

William notices Peter and freezes, his heart drumming against his chest. He didn’t expect to see Peter at all. Why is he here, William thought to himself before picking up a different song.

Peter keeps his eyes fixed on William, knowing that he'd been spotted. He doesn't really know what to do except keep watching

“This one’s for someone who I recently argued with..”

The opening cords to Broken start and William starts to sing the lyrics.

Ouch. That hurts. Peter swallows, tears threatening to spill over his cheeks. He doesn't even notice someone crashing into his back, all his attention on William.

He knows this song, of course he does. That just makes it feel worse

“I want to hold you high and steal all your pain..” William sings.

That does it. Peter makes a break for backstage, forcing himself through the crowd of people towards the door to the side of the stage. He flashes his pass at the guy standing guard and sprints through the door, making it to a place where he can see William from the side, the music drumming in his ears. They’re a couple of yards apart at most, the closest they’ve been in days. And Peter just stands there, watching his fiancé like he’s the only other person in the world

William starts to cry while singing, “Because I’m broken when I’m lonesome..”

Peter wants to run over, wants to hold William and tell him it’s okay. Pull him away from the eyes of the crowd until it’s just them. To apologise until his voice goes hoarse.

Instead he waits until he catches William’s eye. It feels surreal, like he’s in a movie. He doesn’t have to say a word, the question is clear enough from his face alone

Can I?

Peter’s just out of sight of the crowd, one step and he’s on stage. He hesitates. He wants the yes or no from William. This is his night, not Peter’s

William plays the last cords of the song. “We’ll take a quick break but when we’re break you guys get more music!!”

William walks backstage to grab water but then when he sees Peter he freezes. “How did you get backstage?” William asks coldly, trying to push off the feelings of sad, anger and upset. Trying not to snap at Peter

Peter holds up the backstage pass that William had given him before their fight, valid for every concert that year. Already Peter’s eyes begin to well up with tears

“I… I wanted to see you…”

William holds back his tears and he bites his cheek, resisting to snap at Peter as he takes a deep breath. “I’m busy..”

Girls rush into the backstage “Security! Get these girls out!”

OPEN RP

Under the dim stage lights of his Italy concert, William pours his emotions into Driven Under, his voice raw and fractured with anger. Every lyric drips with frustration, his broken vocals making it clear—he’s pissed off, and he’s letting the world know.

His fingers move effortlessly over the guitar strings, but there’s an edge to his playing, a barely restrained fury in every chord. When he reaches the line “My hands are stained with love,” it cuts through the crowd like a blade, echoing in the ears of those who know what happened between him and Peter.

@mynameismagneto @mutantontheloose @simply-a-professor @therealquicksilver @theincrediblenightcrawlerr //feel free to join if you’re not @

Peter had gotten himself on the next flight he could to Italy, which was unfortunately to a city on the other side of the country to where William currently was. He didn’t even know if William wanted to see him, he just wanted to be there. He’d blown the last of his money on plane tickets, and had no Euros, so had to rely on sneaking onto trucks and trains to get to where William was playing.

He made it in time for the start of the show, backstage pass clutched in his hand. He could go in, no one could stop him, but instead he went to the main standing area right by the stage. He pushed and shoved his way through the crowd of people, stepping on feet and elbowing faces to get right up to where William and his band are playing. He’s right at the front of the crowd, shoved painfully from all sides against the gate diving him from the stage. From the love of his life.

He gazes up at William, the noise of the people behind him seeming to fade into the background. It feels like it’s just them, at least to Peter. The lyrics cut right through him, threatening to make him cry for the millionth time that week. He’s lost count. He doesn’t even know if William can see him or even wants to see him. But watching his fiancé on that stage, he’s almost glad he came all this way

William notices Peter and freezes, his heart drumming against his chest. He didn’t expect to see Peter at all. Why is he here, William thought to himself before picking up a different song.

Peter keeps his eyes fixed on William, knowing that he'd been spotted. He doesn't really know what to do except keep watching

“This one’s for someone who I recently argued with..”

The opening cords to Broken start and William starts to sing the lyrics.

Ouch. That hurts. Peter swallows, tears threatening to spill over his cheeks. He doesn't even notice someone crashing into his back, all his attention on William.

He knows this song, of course he does. That just makes it feel worse

“I want to hold you high and steal all your pain..” William sings.

That does it. Peter makes a break for backstage, forcing himself through the crowd of people towards the door to the side of the stage. He flashes his pass at the guy standing guard and sprints through the door, making it to a place where he can see William from the side, the music drumming in his ears. They’re a couple of yards apart at most, the closest they’ve been in days. And Peter just stands there, watching his fiancé like he’s the only other person in the world

William starts to cry while singing, “Because I’m broken when I’m lonesome..”

Peter wants to run over, wants to hold William and tell him it’s okay. Pull him away from the eyes of the crowd until it’s just them. To apologise until his voice goes hoarse.

Instead he waits until he catches William’s eye. It feels surreal, like he’s in a movie. He doesn’t have to say a word, the question is clear enough from his face alone

Can I?

Peter’s just out of sight of the crowd, one step and he’s on stage. He hesitates. He wants the yes or no from William. This is his night, not Peter’s

William plays the last cords of the song. “We’ll take a quick break but when we’re break you guys get more music!!”

William walks backstage to grab water but then when he sees Peter he freezes. “How did you get backstage?” William asks coldly, trying to push off the feelings of sad, anger and upset. Trying not to snap at Peter

OPEN RP

Under the dim stage lights of his Italy concert, William pours his emotions into Driven Under, his voice raw and fractured with anger. Every lyric drips with frustration, his broken vocals making it clear—he’s pissed off, and he’s letting the world know.

His fingers move effortlessly over the guitar strings, but there’s an edge to his playing, a barely restrained fury in every chord. When he reaches the line “My hands are stained with love,” it cuts through the crowd like a blade, echoing in the ears of those who know what happened between him and Peter.

@mynameismagneto @mutantontheloose @simply-a-professor @therealquicksilver @theincrediblenightcrawlerr //feel free to join if you’re not @

Peter had gotten himself on the next flight he could to Italy, which was unfortunately to a city on the other side of the country to where William currently was. He didn’t even know if William wanted to see him, he just wanted to be there. He’d blown the last of his money on plane tickets, and had no Euros, so had to rely on sneaking onto trucks and trains to get to where William was playing.

He made it in time for the start of the show, backstage pass clutched in his hand. He could go in, no one could stop him, but instead he went to the main standing area right by the stage. He pushed and shoved his way through the crowd of people, stepping on feet and elbowing faces to get right up to where William and his band are playing. He’s right at the front of the crowd, shoved painfully from all sides against the gate diving him from the stage. From the love of his life.

He gazes up at William, the noise of the people behind him seeming to fade into the background. It feels like it’s just them, at least to Peter. The lyrics cut right through him, threatening to make him cry for the millionth time that week. He’s lost count. He doesn’t even know if William can see him or even wants to see him. But watching his fiancé on that stage, he’s almost glad he came all this way

William notices Peter and freezes, his heart drumming against his chest. He didn’t expect to see Peter at all. Why is he here, William thought to himself before picking up a different song.

Peter keeps his eyes fixed on William, knowing that he'd been spotted. He doesn't really know what to do except keep watching

“This one’s for someone who I recently argued with..”

The opening cords to Broken start and William starts to sing the lyrics.

Ouch. That hurts. Peter swallows, tears threatening to spill over his cheeks. He doesn't even notice someone crashing into his back, all his attention on William.

He knows this song, of course he does. That just makes it feel worse

“I want to hold you high and steal all your pain..” William sings.

That does it. Peter makes a break for backstage, forcing himself through the crowd of people towards the door to the side of the stage. He flashes his pass at the guy standing guard and sprints through the door, making it to a place where he can see William from the side, the music drumming in his ears. They’re a couple of yards apart at most, the closest they’ve been in days. And Peter just stands there, watching his fiancé like he’s the only other person in the world

William starts to cry while singing, “Because I’m broken when I’m lonesome..”

OPEN RP

Under the dim stage lights of his Italy concert, William pours his emotions into Driven Under, his voice raw and fractured with anger. Every lyric drips with frustration, his broken vocals making it clear—he’s pissed off, and he’s letting the world know.

His fingers move effortlessly over the guitar strings, but there’s an edge to his playing, a barely restrained fury in every chord. When he reaches the line “My hands are stained with love,” it cuts through the crowd like a blade, echoing in the ears of those who know what happened between him and Peter.

@mynameismagneto @mutantontheloose @simply-a-professor @therealquicksilver @theincrediblenightcrawlerr //feel free to join if you’re not @

Peter had gotten himself on the next flight he could to Italy, which was unfortunately to a city on the other side of the country to where William currently was. He didn’t even know if William wanted to see him, he just wanted to be there. He’d blown the last of his money on plane tickets, and had no Euros, so had to rely on sneaking onto trucks and trains to get to where William was playing.

He made it in time for the start of the show, backstage pass clutched in his hand. He could go in, no one could stop him, but instead he went to the main standing area right by the stage. He pushed and shoved his way through the crowd of people, stepping on feet and elbowing faces to get right up to where William and his band are playing. He’s right at the front of the crowd, shoved painfully from all sides against the gate diving him from the stage. From the love of his life.

He gazes up at William, the noise of the people behind him seeming to fade into the background. It feels like it’s just them, at least to Peter. The lyrics cut right through him, threatening to make him cry for the millionth time that week. He’s lost count. He doesn’t even know if William can see him or even wants to see him. But watching his fiancé on that stage, he’s almost glad he came all this way

William notices Peter and freezes, his heart drumming against his chest. He didn’t expect to see Peter at all. Why is he here, William thought to himself before picking up a different song.

Peter keeps his eyes fixed on William, knowing that he'd been spotted. He doesn't really know what to do except keep watching

“This one’s for someone who I recently argued with..”

The opening cords to Broken start and William starts to sing the lyrics.

Ouch. That hurts. Peter swallows, tears threatening to spill over his cheeks. He doesn't even notice someone crashing into his back, all his attention on William.

He knows this song, of course he does. That just makes it feel worse

“I want to hold you high and steal all your pain..” William sings.

OPEN RP

Under the dim stage lights of his Italy concert, William pours his emotions into Driven Under, his voice raw and fractured with anger. Every lyric drips with frustration, his broken vocals making it clear—he’s pissed off, and he’s letting the world know.

His fingers move effortlessly over the guitar strings, but there’s an edge to his playing, a barely restrained fury in every chord. When he reaches the line “My hands are stained with love,” it cuts through the crowd like a blade, echoing in the ears of those who know what happened between him and Peter.

@mynameismagneto @mutantontheloose @simply-a-professor @therealquicksilver @theincrediblenightcrawlerr //feel free to join if you’re not @

Peter had gotten himself on the next flight he could to Italy, which was unfortunately to a city on the other side of the country to where William currently was. He didn’t even know if William wanted to see him, he just wanted to be there. He’d blown the last of his money on plane tickets, and had no Euros, so had to rely on sneaking onto trucks and trains to get to where William was playing.

He made it in time for the start of the show, backstage pass clutched in his hand. He could go in, no one could stop him, but instead he went to the main standing area right by the stage. He pushed and shoved his way through the crowd of people, stepping on feet and elbowing faces to get right up to where William and his band are playing. He’s right at the front of the crowd, shoved painfully from all sides against the gate diving him from the stage. From the love of his life.

He gazes up at William, the noise of the people behind him seeming to fade into the background. It feels like it’s just them, at least to Peter. The lyrics cut right through him, threatening to make him cry for the millionth time that week. He’s lost count. He doesn’t even know if William can see him or even wants to see him. But watching his fiancé on that stage, he’s almost glad he came all this way

William notices Peter and freezes, his heart drumming against his chest. He didn’t expect to see Peter at all. Why is he here, William thought to himself before picking up a different song.

Peter keeps his eyes fixed on William, knowing that he'd been spotted. He doesn't really know what to do except keep watching

“This one’s for someone who I recently argued with..”

The opening cords to Broken start and William starts to sing the lyrics.

OPEN RP

Under the dim stage lights of his Italy concert, William pours his emotions into Driven Under, his voice raw and fractured with anger. Every lyric drips with frustration, his broken vocals making it clear—he’s pissed off, and he’s letting the world know.

His fingers move effortlessly over the guitar strings, but there’s an edge to his playing, a barely restrained fury in every chord. When he reaches the line “My hands are stained with love,” it cuts through the crowd like a blade, echoing in the ears of those who know what happened between him and Peter.

@mynameismagneto @mutantontheloose @simply-a-professor @therealquicksilver @theincrediblenightcrawlerr //feel free to join if you’re not @

Kurt carefully weaved himself through the dense crowd, muttering quiet apologies as he brushed past people. He paused as he reached he front of the stage. The music was almost hypnotic; loud, raw, and emotional. Kurt was entranced.

He quickly snapped himself out of it and slipped backstage. Having decided it would be best to wait, kurt found something to perch himself on, passing time by watching the stage crew. Luckily for him, his mutation allowed him to hide in the shadows without being noticed, a neat perk that he regularly abused.

Once the show was over, kurt waited for William to exit the stage and return to the dressing room. He watched him walk past and wrinkly followed, cutting him off by teleporting in front of him.

" Sober finally? "

He questioned as he crossed his arms over his chest, a slightly irritated look on his face.

William jumps as Kurt teleports in front of him and he rolls his eyes “Yeah, I’m sober..”

OPEN RP

Under the dim stage lights of his Italy concert, William pours his emotions into Driven Under, his voice raw and fractured with anger. Every lyric drips with frustration, his broken vocals making it clear—he’s pissed off, and he’s letting the world know.

His fingers move effortlessly over the guitar strings, but there’s an edge to his playing, a barely restrained fury in every chord. When he reaches the line “My hands are stained with love,” it cuts through the crowd like a blade, echoing in the ears of those who know what happened between him and Peter.

@mynameismagneto @mutantontheloose @simply-a-professor @therealquicksilver @theincrediblenightcrawlerr //feel free to join if you’re not @

Peter had gotten himself on the next flight he could to Italy, which was unfortunately to a city on the other side of the country to where William currently was. He didn’t even know if William wanted to see him, he just wanted to be there. He’d blown the last of his money on plane tickets, and had no Euros, so had to rely on sneaking onto trucks and trains to get to where William was playing.

He made it in time for the start of the show, backstage pass clutched in his hand. He could go in, no one could stop him, but instead he went to the main standing area right by the stage. He pushed and shoved his way through the crowd of people, stepping on feet and elbowing faces to get right up to where William and his band are playing. He’s right at the front of the crowd, shoved painfully from all sides against the gate diving him from the stage. From the love of his life.

He gazes up at William, the noise of the people behind him seeming to fade into the background. It feels like it’s just them, at least to Peter. The lyrics cut right through him, threatening to make him cry for the millionth time that week. He’s lost count. He doesn’t even know if William can see him or even wants to see him. But watching his fiancé on that stage, he’s almost glad he came all this way

William notices Peter and freezes, his heart drumming against his chest. He didn’t expect to see Peter at all. Why is he here, William thought to himself before picking up a different song.

OPEN RP

Under the dim stage lights of his Italy concert, William pours his emotions into Driven Under, his voice raw and fractured with anger. Every lyric drips with frustration, his broken vocals making it clear—he’s pissed off, and he’s letting the world know.

His fingers move effortlessly over the guitar strings, but there’s an edge to his playing, a barely restrained fury in every chord. When he reaches the line “My hands are stained with love,” it cuts through the crowd like a blade, echoing in the ears of those who know what happened between him and Peter.

@mynameismagneto @mutantontheloose @simply-a-professor @therealquicksilver @theincrediblenightcrawlerr //feel free to join if you’re not @

I show up after seeing the posters in your room. I’d tried to find you in your hotel room, but seen that you were gone. I’d looked for any clues of where you might be, tracking you here. I sigh quietly, letting you finish.

William continues to perform, letting out all his feelings through his songs.

It breaks my heart a little bit, seeing you so upset up there. I stand off to the side and watch you, leaning against a pillar and away from the crowd, because I’d rather not be recognized by anyone. I’m not exactly legal right now.

William shreds the guitar, shifting to a different song.

Once the concert is over, I wait for people to leave, before discreetly zipping backstage. “Hey.”

William sees his brother and smiles at him. “Hey.. did you watch?”

OPEN RP

Under the dim stage lights of his Italy concert, William pours his emotions into Driven Under, his voice raw and fractured with anger. Every lyric drips with frustration, his broken vocals making it clear—he’s pissed off, and he’s letting the world know.

His fingers move effortlessly over the guitar strings, but there’s an edge to his playing, a barely restrained fury in every chord. When he reaches the line “My hands are stained with love,” it cuts through the crowd like a blade, echoing in the ears of those who know what happened between him and Peter.

@mynameismagneto @mutantontheloose @simply-a-professor @therealquicksilver @theincrediblenightcrawlerr //feel free to join if you’re not @

I show up after seeing the posters in your room. I’d tried to find you in your hotel room, but seen that you were gone. I’d looked for any clues of where you might be, tracking you here. I sigh quietly, letting you finish.

William continues to perform, letting out all his feelings through his songs.

It breaks my heart a little bit, seeing you so upset up there. I stand off to the side and watch you, leaning against a pillar and away from the crowd, because I’d rather not be recognized by anyone. I’m not exactly legal right now.

William shreds the guitar, shifting to a different song.

OPEN RP

Under the dim stage lights of his Italy concert, William pours his emotions into Driven Under, his voice raw and fractured with anger. Every lyric drips with frustration, his broken vocals making it clear—he’s pissed off, and he’s letting the world know.

His fingers move effortlessly over the guitar strings, but there’s an edge to his playing, a barely restrained fury in every chord. When he reaches the line “My hands are stained with love,” it cuts through the crowd like a blade, echoing in the ears of those who know what happened between him and Peter.

@mynameismagneto @mutantontheloose @simply-a-professor @therealquicksilver @theincrediblenightcrawlerr //feel free to join if you’re not @

I show up after seeing the posters in your room. I’d tried to find you in your hotel room, but seen that you were gone. I’d looked for any clues of where you might be, tracking you here. I sigh quietly, letting you finish.

William continues to perform, letting out all his feelings through his songs.

Yikes….so that’s why Papa’s on a warpath

Yeah..

You wanna talk about it?

Not really..

Then come here, don’t be alone right now

I can’t

Yikes….so that’s why Papa’s on a warpath

Yeah..

You wanna talk about it?

Not really..

Yikes….so that’s why Papa’s on a warpath

Yeah..