#but don’t think ur off the hook I will be drawing art for this verse

[willfool]

starter for @spookyagentfmulder

William Clarke is in another cold, bright room where the lights beat down on him with unforgiving scrutiny. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, they’re handcuffed to the table and he rests them politely in his lap. He hasn’t been home in 6 months. Time is different here, and sometimes it feels like yesterday that he and Tanya were walking under the moonlight, and then he—

Will kills the thought before it festers. He shouldn’t cry, not here, in these bright lights. His eyes drift over to the camera with its light blinking red in the corner.

He’s looking there when the door opens. He doesn’t say a word, but looks over slowly at the visitor. It’s someone new, but he’s expecting them. Anxiety spikes down his neck and spine. How does he even begin to explain the mess he’s in? He feels like he should say something.

“ Hi—Agent Mulder? I’m—“

There’s another name on his lips, and he has to stop himself before saying it. “ I’m Will. William Clarke.“

The corners of his lips twitch, and then he forcibly smiles, jagged like broken glass. It must look strange. His voice cracks too, when he says, “ It’s nice to meet you ? “

It came out uncertain, like a question, and he winces visibly at his own awkwardness. He is just 19, after all, and not comfortable in his own skin.