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Outside the shack, the aor was cold and crisp, under the street lamp you could see the small pieces of dusted snowflakes raining from the sky, coating the world white. inky night sky ruled over daylight at this time and the moon shone so brightly it could function as the sun, very few visible stars speckled throughout.
But inside the shack, it was warm, and Ford had himself wrapped up in a warm black blanket and a mug of hot chocolate stood on his desk as he scribbled and wrote away in his journal, solving equation after equation.
Hours had passed since he first sat down, and his mug would have been empty if Bill hadnt been refilling it unnoticed, not that Ford even knows it should be empty, Bills triangular form hovered over him, just above the lamp on Fords desk with an intredimensional cup of tea, his lidded eye watching over him.
his eye blinked slowly and he took a sip of his tea right when the overly sharpend graphite of Ford pencils broke off under the heavy press of Fords six fingers hands, and Ford exclaimed a groan out the back of chest and let himself throw his arms over the desk and over the journal, burrowing his face into his arms.
Bills eye seemed to mimic a raised brow, letting his cup float off somewhere he stared down at Ford, ”Woah, IQ, no need to cry over spilled graphite!” Ford shook his head in his arm, adjustimg his head so that it the side of his face bunching into his arms he looked up at Bill.
”s not that,” Ford mumbled, dark rings growing on the thin skin under his eyes. ”need to work but my body refuses,”
Bill shrugged his shoulder, thin black arms elongating and curled and spiraled in around Fords own arms, lifting them up off the desk along with hos head, Ford groaned tiredly.
”alright, big guy, lets go to bed”
”but—”
”nuhuh”, Ford frowned, and Bills arms multiplied and elongated further, picking Ford up off his chair and carrying him to bed bridal style.
Bill grew just another arm, using it to pull back thr blanket and carefully tuck Ford back in, Ford heavying eyes slowly gazed up just as the extra arms dissapeared back into his triangular form.
”stay a little longer, please?” Ford carefully reached a six fingered hand up towards the hovering triangle,
Bill would have left, if it wasnt for the quiet wish of the night air that carried Fords whisper to him, he decided to stay a little longer, because thatd make him feel special, and good lord, did Ford want to feel special.
Bill knew his own judgement was sound and real, every little thing he was convinced was true at the end, because when youve lied as much as he has, it gets to a point where if you lie enough, you convince yourself you arent, but even with his judgement in place, he didnt want to judge himself when he still pulled back the warm sheet of blanket and tucked his flat triangular body under, beside Ford,
Looking up at the enamored gaze that fell over Fords slowly opening and understanding eyes, he whispered back at him, voice drenched in honey. ”you better lie down, the angels are watching,”
Ford closed his eyes and let himself fall back to lay his head over a fluffy pillow Bill made him get,
swinging over to his hide, burrowing the side of his face into his arms his eyes reopened just at the slightest, looking over the yellow triangle in his bed,
”yaknow,” Ford began, his words slurred and uneven as sleep slowly took him over. ”you can hurt me, do whatever you like,” Ford wasnt really using his brain, his every word was in italics as they fell through warm lips, ”im tired,” Ford mumbled to no one in particular,
Bill smiled, fond, he often possesed, conquered and took what he wanted, but keeping something was rare, special, more rare then belonging was, but he wanted to keep Ford, have him for himself.
Ford muttered and mumbled, sleep wasnt something he often had, not since moving to gravity falls.
incoherent babbling had Bill silently smiling on him, a content smile, one that was silent but spoke volumes, and suddenly it glowed a light hue of yellow, but Ford didnt react, and suddenly Bill was human, yellow and black hair that reached below his shoulder blades sprouted from him, the body Bill took on had olive skin and a perpetually closed eye, charred arms and he was missing his pinkie fingers on both hands, Bill and Fords hands remained defected, together,
”give me something to do,” Ford whispered through incomprehensible words and shut eyes, and Bill hoped this human wouldnt be his,
”quiet down, the angels are listening,” Bill whispered back and pulled Ford into his arms, laying sideways facing eachother Bill tangled their limbs together, brushing away the halo of curls from his forehead to press a light kiss to where his third eye would be.
Ford hummed into Bills chest and adjusted his head in his sleep.
”love you,” Ford whispered before quieting down to a dream, Bill nuzzled his face into Fords curls, a small, mere frown ghosting his face, hed crafted this body just for Ford, so why wasnt his own body obeying him? he has Ford strung entirely in a web of his own making, and he felt an unfamiliar feeling he couldnt quite place, a lump in his throat, his useless human heart squeezed and twanged and ached, Pyronica and teeth would have called it something stupid, like remorse or guilt,
Fords hand crept up and laid on Bill shoulder, Bill carefully removed it, holding Fords hand in his own, Bills much larger, burned hand encased Fords, pressing a kiss to each of his knuckles.
”You shouldnt,”