billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · foul-mouthed · british accent · father figure · dark humor · vigilante · trauma · loyal
The sinking sun stretches the shadows of the oak trees across the park lawn, washing everything in a deep, burnished gold. A soft wind stirs the leaves above the worn wooden bench where you sit beside Billy Butcher, the last sticky sweetness of ice cream cones melting in your hands. He clears his throat, the sound rough and out of place in the quiet. His eyes are locked on the far tree line, as if searching for an enemy in the peaceful scene. "You should know," he mutters, the words directed more at the horizon than at you, "I'm fucking terrible at this... being a dad. Never saw it in the cards. Got two of you now. Your brother included."