rhys kinlan ; steals hearts (stealhearts) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-07-27 21:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, chloë du gard, rhys kinlan |
thread; rhys & chloë
Who: Chloë & Rhys
Where: Rhys' home ; theatre district.
When: Leo 5 (July 27) ; morning.
What: Rhys finds a picnic basket...full of stuff he doesn't want.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Ongoing
It had been a late night. He hadn't even been home or in the district. He was singing a song to himself as the sunlight crept over the walls of Emillion. No one was really around at this time, but all the night workers had gone to bed or were heading to bed. None of them would be bothering him as they knew he was also part of the trade. He made no effort to hide his place in the TG to those who were also privy to its existence. He'd just had a memorable night with Josie. He was even singing a song about her as he sauntered down the street. His apartment was only a little away. He could see something on the doorstep. The door was on the first floor, but he had to open it and take the narrow stairwell up to his loft. He frowned and squinted, attempting to make out what it was. He was also trying to figure out how no one had stolen it. It wasn't until he got close that he saw the half opened letter sitting on top of the plaid cloth. He opened it and started to read. If he hadn't been fully awake when he started, he was when he was done. The cloth had been snatched away and staring up at him was a pair of tiny blue eyes. "Fuck," he said reading the letter again. Varena. He remembered her. Had it been that long since they'd talked? It had been a memorable few months together, before he'd decided to let her go. He'd no idea, and she hadn't gone out of her way to let him know. The letter detailed how she'd decided to leave the city. She decided to leave the baby because it'd be easier to find someone to take her without him. Him. His son. The postscript had the child's name; Zevran. Zevran Kinlan. He'd need a proper middle name to even out the rhythm. Something that flowed. As if on cue, the sun came over the wall to illuminate the child's face and it started crying. Rhys picked up the baby and held it against his shoulder attempting to shush it. It wasn't something foreign, but it'd been so long since he'd held a baby. And none of them had actually been his. Once it quieted, he held it at arms length to get a good look at him. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?" |