For Hex / Will

[tempting_the_fates]

He was a week into treatment, and he was struggling. He wouldn't admit it, wouldn't slow down, but he was struggling. He was exhausted and unsteady, and though he'd made it through another day on set without anyone seeming to notice, he collapsed the moment he got home, falling asleep on the sofa.

He just needed to get through this, and then he'd be fine. He just needed to get through this without fucking things up at work. and he'd be fine. Everything would be fine. It would be like he'd never been ill at all.

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[willysilver]

"Good."

He paused.

"Not good. It's a bunch of bullshit. Promo photo shoots and interviews that ask the same stupid crap over and over," he sighed heavily.

[tempting_the_fates]

"You have to play the game to sell records," Nyx said. "It'll be better when the tour is in full swing."

[willysilver]

:I hope so. Right now it feels like every ounce of art is being sucked out and turned into money. WHich is great. Money is great," he said. "It's just kind of...gross."

[tempting_the_fates]

"You have to do the gross stuff now so you can make the art later," Nyx said, shaking his head a little.

[willysilver]

"Yeah, but i've been making the art. I've been making the art for no money, and honestly, I kind of wonder if I want to be..."

Rich? Famous? Willy really didn't know what he wanted. He had thought he wanted fame, but if this was what it was, maybe not.

[tempting_the_fates]

"Safe, fed and warm?" Nyx replied dryly.

[willysilver]

"Oh, shut up," he laughed. "You know what I mean."

[tempting_the_fates]

"Yeah, you want freedom. It's not free though, it never is, Will," Nyx said, shaking his head.

[willysilver]

"I know. I know that," he admitted with a nod. "I can wish, though..."

All the fame, none of the work.

That was called infamy and that...that wasn't for him, either.