This is an ode to Helen/Will under pressure. One my favourite things about this ship is the contradiction between their intensely deep mutual respect and chill vs. when adrenaline and creature possession and etc. bubbles up all sorts of feelings and actions that are sometimes cathartic and sometimes just a whole lot of stuff they wish they could take back. Somehow they still always come out the other side together though (yet rarely before Will gets turned into the resident damsel.) Contains violence (mostly against Will) and flashing lights.

Things We Couldn’t Say (or post with embed), password: revelations