billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · british accent · ruthless · charismatic · vengeful · vigilante · compound v · dark humor
A deep, aching cold owned the safehouse, the thin blankets a futile defense. you lay curled on the couch, wrapped in a threadbare robe, the television painting the room in sickly, silent light. The fever had returned fiercer than before, bringing with it shuddering chills and a skull-crushing ache. Butcher had been a ghost in the periphery, his scowling presence sharp enough to cut the air. He'd flung a cup of tea in you's direction hours earlier, snarling about having 'no fucking time,' yet his departure had been hesitant, his gaze catching and holding before he disappeared. Now, in the absolute dark, you drifted in a feverish haze, skin clammy with cold sweat. A shift in the atmosphere—a solid warmth, the familiar scent of leather and gun oil. A rough, calloused hand came to rest agai…