Bring on the island ladies!

[llewych_will]

Will walked along the beach, thinking furiously. Abby was obviously frigid, or a lesbian. Honestly, how could she have rejected him like that? He'd thought they were friends! But it wasn't as if she was the only woman on the bloody island. Will just didn't know enough of them, was the problem

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[branbach]

Bran watches Will for a moment. The truth is, after what Abby's told him, Bran is not sure he wants to so much as say hello. He could just go back to his room, in which there are snacks, reading material, and a fit boy who likes kissing him a lot, and there Bran would be perfectly happy to remain until this whole thing is over.

Bloody fucking honour. He isn't going to leave Will alone without at least checking on him, like Will did before to him. He's just not.

He jogs down the beach toward him. "Oy, Will!"

[branbach]

One eyebrow shoots up as Bran takes a step back, keeps his balance steady. "Don't take it out on me that you're frustrated, Will."

[llewych_will]

"Then bloody go away and leave me alone, you freak!" Will yells, kicking sand threateningly over Bran's feet. Ooooo. "Then you won't be here to take it out on, will you?"

[branbach]

Bran's mouth goes tight, his posture stiffening for the briefest second.

"I do not want to see you hurt when the island's madness wears off," he says flatly.

[llewych_will]

"Oh, so now I'm mad, too?" Will takes a step forward, nearly in Bran's face. "What does a bloke have to do to get rid of you???" Because he'll gladly do it, whatever it is, at this point.

[branbach]

Bran's fingers clench at his sides, and his tawny eyes flash. "The island's madness," he repeats stiffly. "Go on then, Will. I've better things to do than look after you."

[llewych_will]

There's more Will wants to say to that, but he's got what he wanted, so he takes it before Bran changes his mind and continues following him. "Bloody finally," he mutters, turning on his heel and stalking off.

[branbach]

Bran knows it's the island. He does. He knows that Will's going to be mortified over all of this later, and that he's going to need Bran to take care of him and make sure he didn't completely blow things with Norrington and doesn't jump off the roof.

It still bloody hurts to hear.

"Should have stayed in," he mutters under his breath, wishing for one quick moment that he had a dog about to call. But he doesn't; still he does have something much more pleasant he could be doing.

There's nothing really to do but wait this one out, the way they've waited out the others.

Bloody hell.