Post by rhys alexander greyback on Mar 2, 2021 22:51:29 GMT -7
i've never known the like of this
i've been alone
January 3, 2026
Rhys was exhausted. Well exhausted was an understatement, or whatever was beyond that in terms of how he mentally and physically felt. He had spent the first two days of the New Year on that forsaken place, that island that that only gave him a sinking feeling in his stomach whenever he thought about it. Especially since he had to return the following day, agreeing to meet with Poe in the morning per Claire’s orders. It was still strange seeing his longtime friend at the helm of the group, but Rhys trusted her before, and he still trusted her now. Although it had been just over two days, it had felt like a month had passed since he had just been sitting amongst friends at the Violet Hound to bring in the New Year. And for what seemed like the first time that month, Rhys barely had a buzz but managed to feel okay among so many people and all the noise. A band was playing live music, and he’d been chatting with Vasilia the majority of the night.
Even without Heliopath sending him back because of his Curse Breaking background, the bank had their own plans, and he’d quickly chatted with Ilija in the morning before his work at the bank, followed by a mandatory exam at the Hospital. It had been a busy day, and Rhys had been in the mood for absolutely none of it. Part of the morning had been spent retrieving his Aware Wolf potion from Sienna, who took pity on him and didn’t pester him about his personal life for that day, and now that It was nearing sundown, he walked quickly to get home. Rhys had hoped to stop by eat something at the pub, but his plans had taken longer than expected. Walking up, he ran his hand over his tired face but stopped and blinked. There was something on his doorstep, and he glanced up at his door, making sure he was at number eight—his door and saw that he was in the right place. But this was unexpected.
Rhys crouched down and lifted the note left on top to examine the contents. Food. Upon closer, he saw it was a casserole, and the instructions left near it was handwriting he recognized almost instantly. The same script that had written a recipe that had been included in his Christmas gift. ’Vasilia.’ He thought, and despite the fatigue he wore in his expression and the weariness in his eyes, they still gleamed as a small grin crept onto his face. The basket contained cookies as well, another favorite of his, just like the ones he had eaten by the plateful when trying out different frostings a few weeks before. Rhys was never one to have a sweet tooth (except for cookies), but he’d happily volunteered to assist her that day and ended up having a good time. He'd always thought it was because cookies had always been the single positive thing at Hogwarts that hadn't been ruined by some negative aspect in his life. Standing up, he unlocked his door and pushed it open so he wasn’t fumbling around with his hands full. And once the door stopped moving, he crouched and picked up the basket, walking inside and kicking the door closed behind him and placing the items on his dining table.
He reached in the basket for one of the cookies and took a bite, tasting the cinnamon and the frosting—whiskey. Rhys picked up the note left on top, seeing a single line of script—again, he recognized it. He didn’t realize he was smiling as he ate the rest of the cookie. He would save the rest for the morning after his transformation was done and before he left again for the island. It was such a kind gesture, but not surprising—Rhys still had no idea why she was so kind to him, but perhaps that’s just what drew him to her—as a friend, of course. With her calm disposition and friendly smile, he was glad to have befriended her the previous year. Rhys finished the cookie, brushing off any crumbs that had fallen on his shirt, and he sat down, rereading the short note. And for the first time, at least after his busy and stressful few days, everything felt a little less heavy.
[ it was the cookies =p vasilia abigail fortescue ]
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