Simon Forte (silently) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-02-26 21:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, jack oat, simon forte |
Bad day (Jack)
The puppy had been in the Dreamlands.
Simon didn't need to be there himself to know this. The trees had told him. The grass had told him. All the little beasties had told him. Whispering about Niks and her strange companion. They had never seen him before. He smelled strange. He didn't need to have a description of the man that they had seen, Simon knew that it was Evan.
That Evan had found his way into the Dreamlands did more than just irritate the fairy.
From what he heard, though, Evan had believed it to be just a dream. From watching him at work, Evan showed no signs of remembering what he'd done and seen. That didn't mean that Simon stood aside and let the infant off the hook. He sent as much busy work and irritating errands down to Evan as he could come up with. Once or twice, he sent the puppy off on wild goose chases, running around the building looking for something that didn't exist.
Niks was nowhere to be seen. When he inquired, he discovered that she had called out. She was home, or somewhere else. Not at work. He suspected that she remembered. That she knew that Simon would know. She didn't want to face the fairy's anger. She knew that Simon would be upset. He had no doubt about this. He wanted to talk to her. To find out the details of what had gone on there. When he asked these questions of the Dreamlands, there was a scared silence. He could have forced it, but something stopped him. Perhaps he didn't really want to know, after all.
Simon spent much of the day stewing. Over thinking. Pacing. Angry.
Eventually, however, his mood got the better of him, and Simon left the Tower building, sulking.
He would find something else to occupy himself with. Somebody else, perhaps.