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tempting_the_fates) wrote2025-04-27 06:55 pm
tempting_the_fates) wrote2025-04-27 06:55 pm
For Hex / Will
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.
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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"Yeah, you want freedom. It's not free though, it never is, Will," Nyx said, shaking his head.
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"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.