adler (jerkthief) wrote in onewaythreads, |
There were days when Rafe thought that he could, maybe, get used to this. After all, Preya could have been a clean slate, a new start into a new life, somewhere no one knew his name, or, worse, the name Nathan Drake, somewhere he could have remade himself into anyone he wanted to be, but… Today wasn’t one of those days. Rafe knew who he was, who he strove to be, and ‘virtual unknown groping blindly in the dark’ wasn’t it, and today was one of the many days it soured his mood. The fairground should have been a source of joy and relaxation – and looking around, it was, for many – but to him it was just another reminder how far removed from his life this place was, and how benignly mundane it all was.
If a ‘scoff’ could have taken human form, today, Rafe would have been it. Still, his research at home hadn’t led him to any new places, so here he was, strolling the fairgrounds with a casual, monochrome t-shirt and jeans combination, and a scowl that stood out in the crowd. Nothing much had appealed to his interests so far, at least, not until he caught sight a small tent, with a shimmery door and … a bead curtain? Really? It wasn't hard to guess whose handiwork it was – some people’s tastes were a little more noteworthy than others.
While Gilmore wasn’t a familiar face, per se, (no one here was, really) they had crossed paths – and if anything was bound to catch his curiosity here, an assortment of items of questionable nature beat deep fried chocolate bars by a mile and a half. So, with much effort, Rafe toned his scowl down to his more neutral expression of ‘preternaturally unimpressed’, and parted the bead curtain so he could step through the door into … Well. A mansion, somehow. A goddamn mansion.
Sometimes, just sometimes, Rafe felt that much more tired than usual. Nonetheless, he heard himself speak, his tone bordering on exasperated, before he’d even thought it. “This is utterly ridiculous.”