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empathicfault) wrote2023-06-18 11:04 am
empathicfault) wrote2023-06-18 11:04 am
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He shakes his head and waves his hand. "Nah. We'll stay at his. And I never even cleared out the previous owner's belongings from most of the second floor. The indoor space wasn't what I bought it for." No, it had been for the location and the windows.
As he continues, the hallway opens up on the left to a little room- it was probably a dining room at one point. Everything's cleared out except for the desk in the center. "I get distracted easily," he tries to explain sheepishly. "I'd grade papers here." On the right is a door, which Will opens to a bathroom. Not huge, but still has everything one needs to get clean. There's a 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner bottle of Old Spice in the shower caddy. A delicate framed picture made of dried flowers hangs on the way. It doesn't suit Will's tastes at all.
Continuing down what was once a hallway, the kitchen is large but somewhat sparse. It befits the house's previous identity as a farmhouse- lots of space for a big table and the means to cook mass amounts every day for the hungry workers. There's a door in the closest corner that Will tries- "Ah, mudroom's here, and the door in the farthest corner is the pantry. The last owner left some plates and pots and the like. Most of it's in good shape."
Jax pushes into the mudroom and comes out with a rope toy. "Annnd Jax clearly remembers where I put away most of the dog toys," Will adds, with a pleased smile.
As he continues, the hallway opens up on the left to a little room- it was probably a dining room at one point. Everything's cleared out except for the desk in the center. "I get distracted easily," he tries to explain sheepishly. "I'd grade papers here." On the right is a door, which Will opens to a bathroom. Not huge, but still has everything one needs to get clean. There's a 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner bottle of Old Spice in the shower caddy. A delicate framed picture made of dried flowers hangs on the way. It doesn't suit Will's tastes at all.
Continuing down what was once a hallway, the kitchen is large but somewhat sparse. It befits the house's previous identity as a farmhouse- lots of space for a big table and the means to cook mass amounts every day for the hungry workers. There's a door in the closest corner that Will tries- "Ah, mudroom's here, and the door in the farthest corner is the pantry. The last owner left some plates and pots and the like. Most of it's in good shape."
Jax pushes into the mudroom and comes out with a rope toy. "Annnd Jax clearly remembers where I put away most of the dog toys," Will adds, with a pleased smile.
[ He looks like a contented cat, now. ]
I meant more my disappearance off the item, but- noted. You've always been fine with however long it takes. Took, I suppose.
Are you still going to try asking for Root's life, for your Deal?
I meant more my disappearance off the item, but- noted. You've always been fine with however long it takes. Took, I suppose.
Are you still going to try asking for Root's life, for your Deal?
[ Will follows her, sitting on the other side and petting Jet. ]
I thought that might be the case...are you certain? Have you asked the Admiral about it?
I thought that might be the case...are you certain? Have you asked the Admiral about it?
...ah. Yes, he'd probably know. Sorry to push it.
[ He nods at the second bit. He also takes a sip of his drink before continuing. ]
I feel like you should get cookies, too. Not just as a reward, but an indicator that you've done it. Or at least something.
[ He nods at the second bit. He also takes a sip of his drink before continuing. ]
I feel like you should get cookies, too. Not just as a reward, but an indicator that you've done it. Or at least something.
That's true. You already have a veritable cookie-making machine here. You won't be deprived for long.
He follows dutifully, fondness keeping his eyes bright as Will walks him through the experiences, as well as the space. The one area he doesn't go into is the bathroom; he lingers outside the door as his brother has a look. Sweeney doesn't comment, but is happy to move on and enjoy Jax's delight.
"Good thing the prick put all the things in it when he gave it to ya." He means the Admiral expanding his cabin. The cunt didn't have to, after all. Sweeney's mind wanders some, and a tangent curves sharply.
"This mean you an' Malcolm are gonna get married?"
Sweeney's supportive of the idea, and he knew that they'd been waiting on Will's graduation. That just isn't going to hinder it anymore.
"Good thing the prick put all the things in it when he gave it to ya." He means the Admiral expanding his cabin. The cunt didn't have to, after all. Sweeney's mind wanders some, and a tangent curves sharply.
"This mean you an' Malcolm are gonna get married?"
Sweeney's supportive of the idea, and he knew that they'd been waiting on Will's graduation. That just isn't going to hinder it anymore.
[ Will laughs. ]
Nah, I already have a plate waiting for me today, I'm sure. Any other time, and I'd take you up on that.
Ah, hell...I'm going to have to start working somewhere else. The kennel's full up on wardens.
Nah, I already have a plate waiting for me today, I'm sure. Any other time, and I'd take you up on that.
Ah, hell...I'm going to have to start working somewhere else. The kennel's full up on wardens.
At least you already have a full kennel in your cabin. You got any ideas yet?
[She has no idea how much he's been anticipating that this moment would happen soon, and planning and preparing accordingly. But she, for one, isn't surprised that it's happened now.]
[She has no idea how much he's been anticipating that this moment would happen soon, and planning and preparing accordingly. But she, for one, isn't surprised that it's happened now.]
Edited 2024-08-10 14:09 (UTC)
[A little over an hour after this, as a voicemail:]
Hey. Malcolm told me the news. I was actually bothering him about something else at the time, so, sorry about that. We've been... No, I should say I pushed him away. You might have your concerns, I know... Anyway. I just wanted to say: congratulations.
Hey. Malcolm told me the news. I was actually bothering him about something else at the time, so, sorry about that. We've been... No, I should say I pushed him away. You might have your concerns, I know... Anyway. I just wanted to say: congratulations.
I was going to join Food Inventory and work with Harkin. But Jesse got to it first.
[ He likes Jesse and thinks the job suits her, so he's not particularly upset about it. It's just too bad the timing isn't a little better. ]
I don't know. Guess I'll see what has openings. The only thing I'm actually qualified for, ironically, is counseling.
[ He likes Jesse and thinks the job suits her, so he's not particularly upset about it. It's just too bad the timing isn't a little better. ]
I don't know. Guess I'll see what has openings. The only thing I'm actually qualified for, ironically, is counseling.
Thanks. No need to apologize- warden-inmate business comes first while we're here, anyway. Sorry to hear you two on the outs.
I- what, seriously?
[ He almost dismisses the idea automatically (like he would at the FBI), but the question makes him think about it. ]
Well, I definitely know what not to do... and I don't think I'd hate it trying to do that sort of work here- maybe. Huh...
[ He almost dismisses the idea automatically (like he would at the FBI), but the question makes him think about it. ]
Well, I definitely know what not to do... and I don't think I'd hate it trying to do that sort of work here- maybe. Huh...
Edited (clarity) 2024-08-14 03:02 (UTC)
It certainly is a walk down memory lane, as Will hadn't seen some of these places in four years now. But Harkin's question brings him right back to reality. His eyes widen as he realizes all that it means.
With a small, joyful laugh, he says, "Yeah. Yeah, it does. I just have to ask him. See what he might want to do for it."
With a small, joyful laugh, he says, "Yeah. Yeah, it does. I just have to ask him. See what he might want to do for it."
That's good to hear, a nice encouragement that positive things are continuing to happen. It lets him ease into the new situation. Sweeney still isn't confident that he'll be able to bring himself to use the bathroom.
"I'm sure the two'a you will come up with somethin' grand." He leans in with a touch of mischievous conspiracy.
"An' terribly romantic."
"I'm sure the two'a you will come up with somethin' grand." He leans in with a touch of mischievous conspiracy.
"An' terribly romantic."
You didn't. I think he assumed you had a different frame of reference. You're from a time when these exist, but that doesn't mean you've even eaten tacos, much less a crunchwrap.
"They didn't smell good," Malcolm mutters petulantly. But then he lets out a breath. "It's... it's probably not a big deal or anything. I just.... I just get kicked out of a lot of stuff without actually being given a chance and..." And? He considers that for a second. "And when he said no, really, come down here and help us; I'll show you....... I believed him. I don't... habitually trust that sort of thing - I'm usually so, so careful - but I did trust him and... I feel like I got tricked."
[ Will gets ready to take that portrait down, but catches Thrawn's immediate reaction and stops for a moment. Honestly, he should have guessed this would be the reaction.
He lets a heavy breath out before carefully setting it aside, and pulling one of the landscapes he has out of the more dry paintings. A jet-black wolf with shining yellow eyes in a winter woods landscape, this time. The wolf has a thick winter fur coat, with occasional raven feathers sticking out of it. ]
I do paint these when I'm...doing better. The last one was the result of a particularly bad flood. The last threat I failed to catch in time.
[ He opens his mouth to elaborate, but just shuts it a few seconds later. He's not sure he could sum up everything about it without that frustration coming back ten-fold. So he just gestures to the one he got out. ]
I don't think there's other influences on this one. It's the rare painting of mine that's just me.
He lets a heavy breath out before carefully setting it aside, and pulling one of the landscapes he has out of the more dry paintings. A jet-black wolf with shining yellow eyes in a winter woods landscape, this time. The wolf has a thick winter fur coat, with occasional raven feathers sticking out of it. ]
I do paint these when I'm...doing better. The last one was the result of a particularly bad flood. The last threat I failed to catch in time.
[ He opens his mouth to elaborate, but just shuts it a few seconds later. He's not sure he could sum up everything about it without that frustration coming back ten-fold. So he just gestures to the one he got out. ]
I don't think there's other influences on this one. It's the rare painting of mine that's just me.
Edited (missed a sentence) 2024-08-14 19:42 (UTC)
If you paint to process your emotions - as evident here - then repressing them will do you no good. Even terrible failures and threats must be considered before one is to achieve peace.
[Thrawn replies, his features smoothing out a second or two later, back to normal. He won't ask Will to elaborate: it would feel like poking a raw wound]
So I see.
A magnificent creature in his element.
[Thrawn replies, his features smoothing out a second or two later, back to normal. He won't ask Will to elaborate: it would feel like poking a raw wound]
So I see.
A magnificent creature in his element.
I could give classes on the basics- Psych 101- so people might actually know what trauma is. How to work through it, that sort of thing...
[ He looks thoughtful. ]
Yeah, I- I'll give that some serious thought.
[ Will laughs, then- a little nervous chuckle. It's still a little surreal to be entertaining the thought after everything, but something seems appropriate about it. He goes back to nursing his scotch. ]
I'm glad to have some things to figure out, now. I- I'd like to keep patrolling with you, if that's all right. It's been good structure for me. Keeps me from becoming a complete hermit.
[ He looks thoughtful. ]
Yeah, I- I'll give that some serious thought.
[ Will laughs, then- a little nervous chuckle. It's still a little surreal to be entertaining the thought after everything, but something seems appropriate about it. He goes back to nursing his scotch. ]
I'm glad to have some things to figure out, now. I- I'd like to keep patrolling with you, if that's all right. It's been good structure for me. Keeps me from becoming a complete hermit.
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