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ioduanlogs2019-01-15 09:07 pm
afoolsgold) wrote in ioduanlogs2019-01-15 09:07 pm
closed-ish, hmu if you want additional starters
Characters: The Fool, Devin, Zephyr, Rutile + ???
Date: Mid-January.
Location: Throughout Aifaran in the aftermath of the storm.
Situation: Still reeling from the effects the peculiar eddies had on him during the storm, the Fool ventures out into the city again.
Warnings/Rating: None yet, will update as needed.
Notes: All starters are closed, but please hmu if you’d like one!
I. Playing House (closed to Devin)
The apartment is spare in a way that speaks more to the demons that plague Devin’s heart than they do to his aesthetic preferences. The Fool is hardly one to criticize--especially being that he is the recipient of his partner’s kindness and generosity until his own living space can be salvaged. (If it can be salvaged.)
Some evening after Devin returns home from supporting the recovery efforts, he’ll find the Fool--with Holly perched upon his shoulder--listening to the latest news reports on the radio with a grave expression on his face. He glances up from where he sits to greet Devin with a wan smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
Understandably, one hopes. He’s been loathe to leave the apartment for very long after his experience during the storm.
II. Homeward Bound, The Incredulous Journey (closed to Zephyr)
One cannot avoid the world forever, and the Fool has never been one for remaining cooped up indoors for long. Besides, his (morbid) curiosity has gotten the better of him, and he is determined to see what has become of Die Rosa Tulpe--and his apartment. This excursion seems as good a reason as any to text Zephyr on his (newly acquired) yimo, to ask for a bit of help sorting through what’s left of his home.
“What’s left” turns out to be “drowned.” And inaccessible.
The Sentry won’t let him inside the strangely flooded building, but if nothing else, they are letting him close enough to it to see with his own eyes the state of the place. He’s left to stand staring at it in silent, wide-eyed awe.
III. Peculiar Derailment (closed to Rutile)
The copse of other-worldly trees that have sprouted up in the middle of the Skyway throw a wrench into the gears of the Fool’s plans to journey to the turtle’s head for a much-needed respite through meditation. The detour en route lets him disembark from the train a stop or so ahead of the closed section of track… and of course, curiosity gets the better of him.
He ventures towards it and stands just below the elevated tracks, lifting his eyes up to shield them from the sun as he takes in the strange qualities of the gnarled roots that protrude out into the open air.
Date: Mid-January.
Location: Throughout Aifaran in the aftermath of the storm.
Situation: Still reeling from the effects the peculiar eddies had on him during the storm, the Fool ventures out into the city again.
Warnings/Rating: None yet, will update as needed.
Notes: All starters are closed, but please hmu if you’d like one!
I. Playing House (closed to Devin)
The apartment is spare in a way that speaks more to the demons that plague Devin’s heart than they do to his aesthetic preferences. The Fool is hardly one to criticize--especially being that he is the recipient of his partner’s kindness and generosity until his own living space can be salvaged. (If it can be salvaged.)
Some evening after Devin returns home from supporting the recovery efforts, he’ll find the Fool--with Holly perched upon his shoulder--listening to the latest news reports on the radio with a grave expression on his face. He glances up from where he sits to greet Devin with a wan smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
Understandably, one hopes. He’s been loathe to leave the apartment for very long after his experience during the storm.
II. Homeward Bound, The Incredulous Journey (closed to Zephyr)
One cannot avoid the world forever, and the Fool has never been one for remaining cooped up indoors for long. Besides, his (morbid) curiosity has gotten the better of him, and he is determined to see what has become of Die Rosa Tulpe--and his apartment. This excursion seems as good a reason as any to text Zephyr on his (newly acquired) yimo, to ask for a bit of help sorting through what’s left of his home.
“What’s left” turns out to be “drowned.” And inaccessible.
The Sentry won’t let him inside the strangely flooded building, but if nothing else, they are letting him close enough to it to see with his own eyes the state of the place. He’s left to stand staring at it in silent, wide-eyed awe.
III. Peculiar Derailment (closed to Rutile)
The copse of other-worldly trees that have sprouted up in the middle of the Skyway throw a wrench into the gears of the Fool’s plans to journey to the turtle’s head for a much-needed respite through meditation. The detour en route lets him disembark from the train a stop or so ahead of the closed section of track… and of course, curiosity gets the better of him.
He ventures towards it and stands just below the elevated tracks, lifting his eyes up to shield them from the sun as he takes in the strange qualities of the gnarled roots that protrude out into the open air.
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Devin's huff of laughter at my hero is less scornful than it would be with anyone else, and he takes the Fool's hand from his cheek to brush a kiss over his knuckles. "I would hope simple decency isn't so rare as to be considered heroic," he teases softly. A breath, and his expression grows more contemplative. "You opened your home to me," Devin reminds his partner, lacing their fingers together. "As much as I'm still getting used to sharing a space - any space - I'd be remiss if I didn't do the same when you needed it. And it is nice having you here, even if it was prompted by necessity."
Notably, Devin rarely refers to this apartment as 'home'. It's where he lives. He's beginning to suspect that 'home', if he can let himself have one at all, is wherever the Fool is. When they had lost contact during the storm-- well, that's over now, at least. They're both fine, and they're together, and that's more important.
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"...And it is nice having you here, even if it was prompted by necessity."
"I cannot imagine you are much accustomed to having company here," the Fool tells him, somehow managing to inject both affection and some gentle needling into his tone of voice. He leans gently into Devin's side, mindful of the pieces of wood he still holds (really, he should find a place for them soon), and rests his cheek against his shoulder. "I will not be offended, if you've a need for some privacy from time to time."
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"I appreciate that," he still says, and he does. "And I'll let you know if I do. But... seclusion isn't so much a preference for me as a tool. A habit." A punishment. Devin rubs a circle against his partner's hand, contemplative. "I told you I have a rule about attachments. Had," he amends a moment after. His tone has taken on that of quiet confession. "I wouldn't have needed that rule if I were as solitary a creature as I pretend to be."
He is built to be with people, and has been denying that part of his nature for too long.
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"I know what it means to wear a mask so often it becomes your own skin." After a moment, he lifts his cheek from Devin's shoulder and turns just enough so that he can frame his partner's face with both of his hands. Gently, he brushes some hair back from Devin's eyes. "I am humbled that you set that mask aside for me."