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ioduanlogs2018-10-03 10:11 pm
afoolsgold) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-10-03 10:11 pm
in this town, don't we love it now
Characters: The Fool, Klaus, Devin, Rutile, Trahearne + you!
Date: Early October
Location: Throughout Aifaran; specifically, the Fool’s apartment, Die Rosa Tulpe.
Situation: A catch-all for October.
Warnings/Rating: None, will update as needed.
I. Some Uninvited Guests (Die Rosa Tulpe; Open + Klaus)
On a bright, early tropical morning when the Fool ventures downstairs to set up his display table for the day, he hardly makes it three steps beyond the stairs when he trips over--a pumpkin? Startled, he nimbly skirts beside it, catching himself against one of the cafe tables, and then looks after it, shocked.
“What--?” he begins, but the rest of his exclamation tapers off abruptly as he takes in the sight before him: Die Rosa Tulpe, besieged by--well, small gourd people.
Dealing with this mess is evidently his task for the day, so whomever happens upon the cafe today will be greeted by this spectacle. Enjoy.
II. Rude Awakening (The Fool's apartment; closed to Devin)
The change to the Fool’s relationship with Devin has his heart singing even when he and his paramour aren’t in each other’s company--but there are few joys in life more fulfilling than waking up beside the object of one’s affections. That is the Fool’s prevailing thought as he comes to one morning, peering across the blankets at Devin’s profile with the tiniest of smiles curling up the corner of his lips.
His second thought arrives abruptly, and is far less pleasant: they aren’t alone in the bedroom.
Seated at the foot of the Fool’s bed is a small child with uncanny, unnaturally exaggerated features, and it’s looking right at the pair of them.
The Fool stares back at it, then takes a breath. “Devin,” he begins rather too cautiously, “don’t be alarmed.” That’s always a good way to begin a conversation, isn’t it?
III. A Business Arrangement (Die Rosa Tulpe; Open + Rutile)
At some indeterminate point early in the month after the pumpkin pests are dealt with and the Dreaming Sickness is no longer a constant drain on his energy, the Fool is at last able to redirect his attention to his chosen vocation here in Aifaran: his woodcarving.
(And prophesying the future but--well. That gift doesn’t pay the rent.)
His latest pieces are staggeringly intricate; small posies that could have been plucked from a garden, were they not clearly of wood grain and solid to the touch; a bird upon a nest, its folded wings deceptively soft. There are many others, of course--all for sale.
IV. The Messenger (closed to Trahearne)
[in the middle of the night early on in October, Trahearne will receive a peculiar text message from the Fool.]
I have something important to tell you.
[a span of a few moments, and then another message follows:]
I think.
Date: Early October
Location: Throughout Aifaran; specifically, the Fool’s apartment, Die Rosa Tulpe.
Situation: A catch-all for October.
Warnings/Rating: None, will update as needed.
I. Some Uninvited Guests (Die Rosa Tulpe; Open + Klaus)
On a bright, early tropical morning when the Fool ventures downstairs to set up his display table for the day, he hardly makes it three steps beyond the stairs when he trips over--a pumpkin? Startled, he nimbly skirts beside it, catching himself against one of the cafe tables, and then looks after it, shocked.
“What--?” he begins, but the rest of his exclamation tapers off abruptly as he takes in the sight before him: Die Rosa Tulpe, besieged by--well, small gourd people.
Dealing with this mess is evidently his task for the day, so whomever happens upon the cafe today will be greeted by this spectacle. Enjoy.
II. Rude Awakening (The Fool's apartment; closed to Devin)
The change to the Fool’s relationship with Devin has his heart singing even when he and his paramour aren’t in each other’s company--but there are few joys in life more fulfilling than waking up beside the object of one’s affections. That is the Fool’s prevailing thought as he comes to one morning, peering across the blankets at Devin’s profile with the tiniest of smiles curling up the corner of his lips.
His second thought arrives abruptly, and is far less pleasant: they aren’t alone in the bedroom.
Seated at the foot of the Fool’s bed is a small child with uncanny, unnaturally exaggerated features, and it’s looking right at the pair of them.
The Fool stares back at it, then takes a breath. “Devin,” he begins rather too cautiously, “don’t be alarmed.” That’s always a good way to begin a conversation, isn’t it?
III. A Business Arrangement (Die Rosa Tulpe; Open + Rutile)
At some indeterminate point early in the month after the pumpkin pests are dealt with and the Dreaming Sickness is no longer a constant drain on his energy, the Fool is at last able to redirect his attention to his chosen vocation here in Aifaran: his woodcarving.
(And prophesying the future but--well. That gift doesn’t pay the rent.)
His latest pieces are staggeringly intricate; small posies that could have been plucked from a garden, were they not clearly of wood grain and solid to the touch; a bird upon a nest, its folded wings deceptively soft. There are many others, of course--all for sale.
IV. The Messenger (closed to Trahearne)
[in the middle of the night early on in October, Trahearne will receive a peculiar text message from the Fool.]
I have something important to tell you.
[a span of a few moments, and then another message follows:]
I think.
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He smiles thinly, a bittersweet sort of expression. "Why? I am a Fool," he points out, but knows that is not an answer that will satisfy. (Though in many ways, it is explanation enough for much of his behaviour.) He looks away, letting out a slow breath. "We're at the edge of a precipice here, aren't we? The city, the archipelago--the whole of Konryu. After what we have all seen here, I realized that there was one being we had not yet tried to consult. It seems to me his perspective could be a meaningful one--if only I could truly parse what he tried to share with me."
Reluctantly, he reaches up to touch the side of his head, and admits, "It was reckless, even for me. Rutile helped me back to the cafe afterwards, though I am sure that Klaus would have preferred it had I gone directly to a hospital." He looks guiltily towards Devin again. "I will make the appointment in the morning."
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"Good." Devin pauses when he realizes how that might sound and adds more gratefully, "Thank you."
He reaches for the Fool's hand again and holds it between his own. "It was reckless," Devin agrees without condemnation. The ghost of a smile crosses his lips for just a moment. "And had I been there, I'd have carried you off kicking and screaming if I had to." His gaze drops to their hands. "If there is anything I've learned here - however grudgingly - it's that it is better not to do this sort of thing alone. This precipice-- we're all standing on it together, Fool. This is not a responsibility you should have taken on your shoulders, or had to carry, without support."
Devin's shoulders hunch a little and he squeezes the Fool's hand gently. "I'm hardly one to talk, I am terrible at relying on other people, but-- that's my job now. Being there for you, whether you need me or not."
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"I need you." The reassurance is offered softly, sincerely, and coupled with another thin smile. The Fool gently frees his hand from Devin's grasp so that he can touch his cheek again; touch, he's discovering, is capable of conveying so much more than words--even for a wordsmith like the Fool. "Please," he insists nevertheless, "never doubt that."
This was undoubtedly not the relaxing early morning lie-in that either of them had been hoping to enjoy together, but the Fool resolves not to become melancholic over it. He leans in to kiss Devin gently, savouring the intimacy before his own promise requires him to pull away. "I should call the doctor to arrange an appointment."
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Everything is alright. Probably. A doctor will have the best tools and skills to recommend next steps, if any. Devin finds himself confronted with peculiarly intractable anxiety that just lingers in the background in the short time until they get any answers; it's low-level, thankfully, but this is a brand of worry he's rarely experienced. This must be what partnership is like, which ironically he's grateful to feel.
He manages not to hover. He does, however, start diving into the Academy's resources to search for anything related to communications with the turtles, and the related effects on people. It gives Devin somewhere constructive to put his concerns while they wait for results.