#also special mention to qvnthesia for being such an awesome human being for listening to me ramble about this

[kaizsche]

i have sooo much stuff to write, but i'm currently obsessed with spuffy so here is a lil snippet of my attempt at writing them both - featuring william! especially my boi william <333333

William had written her poetry the day her Papa died. It’s one of his first compositions, he said and she’d asked him what the others were about, if he would be willing to read them for her. 

“It’s nothing of importance.”  “Silly William.” She smiled at him even though her heart hurts thinking about Papa, and how she would never smile the same again. “Of course it’s important.” He hesitated, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. Elizabeth kicked the covers off of her body, sliding next to William with a soft nudge to his rib.  “Y–You won’t like it, Lizbeth.” She cocked her head at him. “I think I’ll like it all the same.”  He still hadn’t moved. The birds chirped outside, sunshine crawling through the cracks of her broken window. She remembered Papa’s crinkled brow as he scolded her for being a dashingly reckless child. Elizabeth knew then, after Mama’s resigned grunt that Papa wasn’t mad at her at all, and she even helped him patch it up like a good girl!  “Here.” William pressed a crumpled piece of paper on the inside of her palm.  Elizabeth laughed silly at some of them. She didn’t mean to, of course, but it was fascinating reading the words William managed to string up and called Poetry. At first, he was affronted by her reaction but later found himself chuckling with her as she pointed out some of the ridiculous words he used.  Then, after she’d gone through his works, she was sobbing on his shoulder, begging for her Papa.