Jules (iheartwine) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-03-14 18:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | eugene renault, julius fírinne, player: declan, player: lyddia, song challenge |
Some day's end when I need a few friends
Gene & Jules
Thurs. March 14th
MInute Clinic
TBD
Ongoing |
To put it mildly, it had beena rough week. Oberon, fuck it, it had been a rough month so far. One of those times when things started looking up, everything was turning around and suddenly out of nowhere the world snapped back into focus, like a bottle to the head--sudden, painful, and generally a mess that you never quite completely clean up, shards appearing months later where you least expect them. But sometimes these things were easier to manage with visible, physical wounds, particularly when the emotional ones were so new. New as in, things he'd literally never felt before, which meant they were better left to be tamped down, crushed and hidden under the floorboards of his mind to be forgotten, rather than examined for greater understanding. But then Seelie weren't all necessarily good at feelings that weren't self serving. They were supposed to be the "nicer" of the two, but nice was relative, and all Faeries are more or less selfish in one way or another. Even the delightful ones who sang and danced and performed or cooked and cleaned and helped. It was all, deep down, for their own enjoyment, even if the benefits were greater than themselves. Some were just better at hiding it than others. Lately, Julius had been led to believe he wasn't quite as self-serving as he'd always thought, only to find being selfish was a much safer way to be. But enough about the trouble with emotions, because after being carefully hidden away, they'd naturally fallen to the very bottom rung of things he had the energy to deal with for the moment. Actually, that particular day, things he had the energy to deal with were really only the grueling appointment he'd just sat through (even the nurse had given him a bit of a lecture on how childish it was to solve problems with fists, which, alright, he'd give her, but there were reasons) and the long wait in the pharmacy waiting area for several herbal ointments to deal with the scattered bruising on his ribs. And the one of his jaw. And the black eye. He'd taken off work to deal with it, which was usually fine, he'd assembled a competent team, and after the past couple weeks they were probably grateful for a two day reprieve from his unusually overbearing presence. Being at work--actually, just being busy--was preferable to nothing, but a few punches to the face had been just the medicine he'd needed to finally feel slowed down enough to stay home and do nothing. Amazing how that worked. Now if only the pharmacy would hurry up and get on his prescription so he could go home and do just that. It was uncommonly busy (he thought) for a Thursday afternoon. What? Had all the humans ignored the Pharmacist's urging to get their flu shots out of spite? Or was there some other epic plague going on he'd missed. Julius eyed a runny-nosed Pixie child warily when she stumbled too close to him. He definitely did not want whatever that kid had on top of everything else, but when the kid stuck her tongue out at him, he pulled the same face back. |