Helliam//Willry

Chapter five

Henry POV

My eyes shot open in sudden anguish, my consciousness apparent - my vision swept through my surroundings in state of confusion. My ears pulsed a twanging ring through my hearing, I couldn't help but become aware of the pitch black setting I had awoken in. What the hell is going on?!

Just as suddenly, an unpredictable utter of thunder shook through through my surroundings, my senses peaking in complete understanding as the room dulled to it's regular ambience. Oh... It all made sense now... I remembered, as I must've passed out in my moment of anxiety. In my gaining awareness, I couldn't help but feel a knitted warmth to my back, sitting in the unsettling darkness; my realisation spiked as I whipped around in my slouched position.

Barely distinguishable in the dark - William's resting face lay exposed in slumber, his legs strewn around my waist in a cuddling position with his back to the wall. He looked distressed, as I shuffled in an embarrassed manor, utterly perplexed at his gesture. For however long I had 'passed out' for, it was enough for William to hug me to back to a natural calm. I had not been subjected to such physical contact within a long time, making me flustered and restless. Feeling guilty, I clambered around to face him; as he resumed in rest.

As soon as I moved, an aching coldness swayed through my body - William stirring to a hazy chill himself. Branches of luminous lightning printed to the walls, and for some stupid reason; I had gotten us here. I contemplated my previous rush of adrenaline, the unsuspected actions thrown to desperation. It was unnerving, knowing my body was prepared to lash such pain to me, in haste of no hesitation. But despite my mind blankly throbbing, I could distinguish William's continuous utter of breathless commentary. He must have been dreaming, illusion in his wake.

I felt sympathy for his care, contemplating his effort to retain control of my attack - but he too must've been pressured. I wanted to wake him up, but was not prepared to face his consciousness- I simply didn't want to feel alone. One thing was for sure, as it felt the evening had peaked in it's events, everything was scarcely climatic now.

I swivelled my body to sit facing him fully, my hands hesitating to retain contact with his body. His peaceful antics painted him angelically, exploiting my rumbling mind to a halt.
Assessing my morality, I resumed to a violent shiver - drawing my hands into my body. It was a freezing setting to be situated in; but I was not prepared to latch to my previous position. I simply admired William's darkened features, composedly masking my attraction towards his consciousness. I mean, he was my boss- and it would be totally wrong to have come to terms with those emotions. My imbalance of stability tonight had proven this disoriented vision...

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