He still remembers the last thing he ever said to Erik. You're being annoying. Bye. His brother had been teasing him for wanting to stay down at school for the weekend — he'd guessed, correctly, that the real reason for Wilhelm's change in plans was that he found someone he liked. Why are you sulking in your room if you have a crush to hang out with? The next day, Erik was dead.
It was an ordinary thing, that last conversation, made precious by the fact that he would never get to talk to his brother again. So he holds onto what he can remember of Erik's voice on the other end of the phone, just as he hoards every other piece of him, like his blood and bones and every breath are a shrine.
Just as he's now trying to collect all the pieces of Kelson he can. At the question, Wilhelm takes in a shaky breath. He winds the hoodie string tighter around his fingers.
"He was king. He became king at a stupidly young age, he didn't even have a chance to really become a person first. And he...he cares about his people, I know he does. He wants to do a good job, but—"
His words buckle, and the full weight of his sadness crashes through.
"He shouldn't have to sacrifice his own happiness for that. He didn't think it mattered what he wanted, but it does. It fucking does."
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Date: 2024-06-11 09:12 pm (UTC)It was an ordinary thing, that last conversation, made precious by the fact that he would never get to talk to his brother again. So he holds onto what he can remember of Erik's voice on the other end of the phone, just as he hoards every other piece of him, like his blood and bones and every breath are a shrine.
Just as he's now trying to collect all the pieces of Kelson he can. At the question, Wilhelm takes in a shaky breath. He winds the hoodie string tighter around his fingers.
"He was king. He became king at a stupidly young age, he didn't even have a chance to really become a person first. And he...he cares about his people, I know he does. He wants to do a good job, but—"
His words buckle, and the full weight of his sadness crashes through.
"He shouldn't have to sacrifice his own happiness for that. He didn't think it mattered what he wanted, but it does. It fucking does."