Willry - Blog Posts

"Saviour"

An excerpt of my Reborn!AU novel, now visualized in a drawing :) It shows William after a gruesome fight with Yvette, losing his throat and voice in the process and finding shelter and help at Henrys place, re-uniting him with his formerly lost business partner and friend yet again.

If you're interested to read the scene that was the inspiration for the drawing, it's included below in the post!

If it hadn't been so unusual for him to receive visitors at all, Henry probably wouldn't have paid any attention to the scratching on his front door. But now the man looked up, his suspicious gaze slid to the hallway, and within moments his hand was on the shotgun next to his reading chair. He slowly straightened up, his every movement marked by his knowledge from the military, long ago, but by no means forgotten. Whoever - or whatever - was at his door probably wanted to draw attention to themselves. A diversionary tactic? For a moment, the man was completely silent, not moving, until all of a sudden a pained moan could be heard. It was like a plea, a cry for help. Maybe someone was in danger. He immediately picked up the gun and rushed to the door, pulling it open after a brief unlocking... and then slammed it shut again. Whatever lay there on his welcome mat was not human - or animal. Henry breathed in and out in a panic, his sweaty hands gripped the weapon and he was already thinking about releasing the creature... when he sensed this strange aura. Remnant? His eyes widened. No, it couldn't be. He had destroyed the last traces of this damned material. No one could have gotten to it, no one except... William. The pieces of the puzzle came together in his mind's eye, causing Henry to sit up slowly and open the door again. Whatever was there, it was William. His old business partner... And so much more. 'Damn' What had William done to look like that again? Not just this gruesome form, but the blood that adorned him. Questions upon questions that Henry would ask him later, because first he had to help him. Putting the gun aside, he opened the door once more, using all his strength to somehow get his old friend inside. Again and again his hands slipped out of the bloodstained, rough fur, but Henry refused to be deterred and dragged William into the cellar bit by bit. Afterwards… he would go and mop the floor, that much was certain. "What are you even doing with your life anymore," Henry muttered as he searched the room for anything useful with which he could treat his 'patient'. "Every time we see each other, it has something to do with blood."

doomed scientist duos my beloved

ol' mates

Mhm yaeahhh, It's such old stuff