davies; ROGER (rgrd) wrote in lazarustheic, @ 2017-03-26 14:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: daphne greengrass, character: roger davies |
who ? daphne greengrass and roger davies
when ? early saturday evening, 26th march
where ? roger and daphne's
what ? mother's day
warnings ? probably some sadness
status ? complete
Roger hated Mother's Day. Apart from his birthday, it was probably the day he hated the most out of the whole year. For someone who had barely any memories of having a mother, a whole day that celebrated her existence cut deeply and harshly. For years, Roger's main coping mechanism had been to just get blindingly drunk and not talk to anyone. This year was different. He hadn't exactly promised Daphne that he wouldn't just get drunk when she went off to have lunch with her own mother, but there had certainly been an implication that Roger might try. It'd been alright at first, Daphne had left and Roger had done a bit more of his cross-stitching until he couldn't quite concentrate on it.
Next he'd tried gardening, but that had mostly involved watering two rose (maybe rose, Roger honestly didn't know) bushes and getting bored. Gardening, Roger felt, was not for him. Then he'd attempted to read a book but that had had a similar result as the cross-stitching. Mostly, Roger was just being very unsuccessful at getting stuck in his own head. He'd briefly considered going and seeing if Arran was in, but then realised that unlike Roger, Arran did actually have a mum he was probably visiting. That and Roger doubted Arran would want Roger's weird mood around him. There was a reason why Roger tended to avoid people on his birthday and on Mother's Day.
Briefly, and that really had been brief, Roger had wondered whether he could owl Max, see what he was up to. But that, Roger was quite sure, would've ended up not being very productive for either Max or Roger. Honestly, Roger had no idea what Max even did on Mother's Day. Maybe to him it was just another day. Roger doubted it, but he also hadn't actually brought the subject up, much less spent time with Max on Mother's Day, in over a decade. He was not going to start now.
In the end, Roger had decided to build a fire-pit in the garden. Not because they much needed one but because he had no idea how one built a fire-pit and the attempt at least proved more distracting than cross-stitching or reading had. That was how Daphne found him, stood in the middle of their harden, in front of a badly built circle of bricks that weren't quite looking like they might function in any other way than being a circle of bricks. Hearing the garden door open, Roger looked up, squinting slightly in the evening sun. "Do you want to burn some shit?" He asked Daphne even though they were not yet in a possession of anything that would qualify as being a 'safe' place to burn things in.