Gareth Stone π Akos Kereseth (akos) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2019-01-21 20:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, * jeanne, c: gareth stone |
WHO: Gareth Stone → Akos
WHEN: 2014
WHERE: Miss Belle's Salon & Spa
SUMMARY: Gareth's first dream/memory.
WARNINGS: References to death/torture/murder/pain. Typical VRoth stuff. π
Though he'd only been working at Miss Belle's for a few months, Gareth was doing what he could to build up a clientele in Dunhaven. It was a small town, of course, and he knew he'd never have anywhere near the volume he'd once seen in New York City, but every little bit helped. That his family was at least well known- for better or for worse- among the residents was something, anyway. Name recognition was half the battle. The other half was breaking through those preconceived notions that so many people held about massage and reiki. Hokey, indulgent, useless, elitist. But he'd gone to school to practice what he did, and Gareth fully believed in the work and the results he saw. Did that mean he discounted modern medicine? Of course not. He wasn't an idiot. But if he could supplement traditional methods with what he did, what was the harm? Today he'd been covering the appointments that were previously booked by one of his coworkers. The coworker in question had called off with a nasty stomach bug- and when your job description involved touch, well, you didn't come to work when you were sick. It meant that Gareth's day was a bit more hectic, but he didn't mind it in the least⦠Especially not his last appointment of the day, Thea Perkins. She came in for massage as part of a treatment plan for chronic pain, and though Gareth had read over the client notes ahead of her appointment, he'd been⦠rather taken aback just by her. That, of course, was a Problem. Gareth would never do anything to damage his professional reputation or to bring anything untoward onto his employer. (Dunhaven had seen enough Stone family based scandals for one lifetime, thank you.) So though Gareth took this appointment today, he made a mental note not to take another from Thea, if such an occasion arose. As he wrote up his notes after her appointment had concluded, though, Gareth felt his mind wandering.
Blinking, confused, Gareth stared at his computer screen as it came back into focus. 'asdfmiw'2ccwcyra'wf "What the hell is wrong with you," he muttered to himself, quickly, erasing the gibberish he'd apparently typed out during his impromptu... nap? Daydream? Whatever it had been. (Other than weird.) Taking a deep, calming breath, Gareth carefully traced out a reiki symbol on his palm, concentrating on the feel of his own touch against his skin. That was enough for one day. |