Post by rhys alexander greyback on Nov 17, 2020 1:01:56 GMT -7
a million shards of glass
that haunt me from my past
December 2nd, 2025
Rhys unlocked and opened the door to his flat, it had been the better part of a month since he’d been home, and he’d actually missed it. Egypt had been….interesting to say the least. He did eventually manage to complete his job but not without a very unique and unexpected tangent of proportions he would have never thought possible. Mainly, he realized he needed to work on his reflexes, he’d been caught off guard though he imagined most people would have in that situation. He could still remember the smell of blood, it had been all over the floor, all over him and it had just been a mess. He shook the thought from his mind and walked in and closed the door behind him locking it in the process. Rhys threw his pack to the side, he’d unpack it later as he was still weary from his last few days albeit a bit hungover as well. But that didn’t stop him from pouring himself a whiskey right away. It was just as he had left it, or rather as he had left it while rushing out of the UK. It still ate away at him and had been the last few weeks though meeting that woman and his work had provided enough distraction for a while—it hadn’t been enough.
Rhys had taken his time with this particular job, he’d missed working in the field since his last field job had been in early spring and the quarantine had kept him in London all these months. But taking his time had also been to avoid coming back so quickly, but he’d also taken a detour on the way home. However, he couldn’t avoid it too long—the full moon was coming up soon and he still had to see Sienna and pick up his potion, but he still had a couple of days to do that. Rhys drank the contents of his glass and set it back down on his desk, he removed his jacket and threw it on the couch and looked at the stack of letters left on his desk. Eris wasn’t at her perch but she was probably out looking for her lunch so that hadn’t bothered him, it was her usual routine as it had been all these years. Letters from his sisters, and other people, one from Gringotts. Nothing that seemed urgent, though he wasn’t sure exactly what he had been looking for when he sifted through them.
Rhys haphazardly threw the unopened letters back on his desk and walked into his room, he’d change from his travel clothes for now. He stopped however, as he entered his room—it looked the same. But it wasn’t the same, he looked at his bed and the mess he’d left it and felt an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Truthfully, he’d been a bit moody the last few days and it had been getting worse now that the full moon was a few days away, it only brought him memories of a month ago when he’d basically barged into Maria’s flat and taken out all the anger and frustration he’d been harboring since Zombie Island, but then it had all shifted. She’d shared something special with him and it had been a strange time. They had found some comfort in one another, the kind only two broken people find. Only people who had been shattered to pieces knew how to be careful with someone else’s cracks. Rhys looked at his nightstand—he hadn’t brought his phone with him because he knew the temptation would have been too much for him.
But, before he could talk himself out of it as he should have he walked over and opened the drawer and grabbed the device—holding the button on the side until the screen was illuminated and turned on. It took a few seconds but then the notifications came through. It was people who normally texted him, he’d text them back later and then a handful of missed calls. And then…Maria. She had texted him and called but no voicemail. There was a strange feeling his chest and stomach as he saw her name and picture on the locked screen. Rhys unlocked his phone and opened the messages app and scrolled to wear her name was and read the texts. Something about his jacket and then….Rhys eyes grew wide and his mouth was slightly open in surprise. No, he couldn’t have read that correctly. Rhys read it again, it was still the same combinations of letters on the screen. He felt his mouth go dry, his face went hot, and his ears ring a bit. What? No. Wait. Rhys took a few steps backwards and almost fell as he tried to sit on the bed. His heart was pounding. She was what? It didn’t seem real and the uneasiness he’d felt before was now replaced with a tightness in his chest.
"Shit." Rhys stared at the wall for a minute before looking back at the phone, the message still hadn’t changed so he can’t have been hallucinating. But how? Well Rhys knew how, but still. After all these months, why did have to happen now?. Rhys felt more anxiety than what he knew to do with and again he looked at the message, but he noted the date. November 30th, two days ago. His chest hurt, he knew he was feeling anxious—this can’t have been a joke, right? Would Maria play such a cruel joke just to hurt him? She’d crossed some lines at Zombie Island, but this was a whole new level of that. Rhys took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. He unlocked his phone and returned to the message and typed a response, he paused for a second as his initial response was to question everything but that would probably just antagonize her at this point. He looked around his room as if that would provide him with inspiration. His face still felt flush with the panic he was trying to shove down but was building in his chest. There was no way. It can’t be true, or it couldn’t have been his. He thought about her other job, surely there was a chance it was one of them wasn’t it?
Rhys looked back down at his phone and decided something simple would be best here as a response. They needed to talk. After the message was sent he threw his phone aside on the bed and leaned forward with his head in his hands, he felt a bit sick and lightheaded and tried to breath before he sent himself into a panic attack. This couldn’t be happening. Rhys couldn’t be a father. He would put a child through what he went through, it wasn’t the path that was meant for him. The idea scared him more than he was willing to admit. Rhys took another deep breath and chose to do the only thing he knew how to do in these situations. He stood up and walked out of his room and back to his desk and poured himself more whiskey.
as the stars begin to gather and the light begins to fade
that haunt me from my past
December 2nd, 2025
Rhys unlocked and opened the door to his flat, it had been the better part of a month since he’d been home, and he’d actually missed it. Egypt had been….interesting to say the least. He did eventually manage to complete his job but not without a very unique and unexpected tangent of proportions he would have never thought possible. Mainly, he realized he needed to work on his reflexes, he’d been caught off guard though he imagined most people would have in that situation. He could still remember the smell of blood, it had been all over the floor, all over him and it had just been a mess. He shook the thought from his mind and walked in and closed the door behind him locking it in the process. Rhys threw his pack to the side, he’d unpack it later as he was still weary from his last few days albeit a bit hungover as well. But that didn’t stop him from pouring himself a whiskey right away. It was just as he had left it, or rather as he had left it while rushing out of the UK. It still ate away at him and had been the last few weeks though meeting that woman and his work had provided enough distraction for a while—it hadn’t been enough.
Rhys had taken his time with this particular job, he’d missed working in the field since his last field job had been in early spring and the quarantine had kept him in London all these months. But taking his time had also been to avoid coming back so quickly, but he’d also taken a detour on the way home. However, he couldn’t avoid it too long—the full moon was coming up soon and he still had to see Sienna and pick up his potion, but he still had a couple of days to do that. Rhys drank the contents of his glass and set it back down on his desk, he removed his jacket and threw it on the couch and looked at the stack of letters left on his desk. Eris wasn’t at her perch but she was probably out looking for her lunch so that hadn’t bothered him, it was her usual routine as it had been all these years. Letters from his sisters, and other people, one from Gringotts. Nothing that seemed urgent, though he wasn’t sure exactly what he had been looking for when he sifted through them.
Rhys haphazardly threw the unopened letters back on his desk and walked into his room, he’d change from his travel clothes for now. He stopped however, as he entered his room—it looked the same. But it wasn’t the same, he looked at his bed and the mess he’d left it and felt an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Truthfully, he’d been a bit moody the last few days and it had been getting worse now that the full moon was a few days away, it only brought him memories of a month ago when he’d basically barged into Maria’s flat and taken out all the anger and frustration he’d been harboring since Zombie Island, but then it had all shifted. She’d shared something special with him and it had been a strange time. They had found some comfort in one another, the kind only two broken people find. Only people who had been shattered to pieces knew how to be careful with someone else’s cracks. Rhys looked at his nightstand—he hadn’t brought his phone with him because he knew the temptation would have been too much for him.
But, before he could talk himself out of it as he should have he walked over and opened the drawer and grabbed the device—holding the button on the side until the screen was illuminated and turned on. It took a few seconds but then the notifications came through. It was people who normally texted him, he’d text them back later and then a handful of missed calls. And then…Maria. She had texted him and called but no voicemail. There was a strange feeling his chest and stomach as he saw her name and picture on the locked screen. Rhys unlocked his phone and opened the messages app and scrolled to wear her name was and read the texts. Something about his jacket and then….Rhys eyes grew wide and his mouth was slightly open in surprise. No, he couldn’t have read that correctly. Rhys read it again, it was still the same combinations of letters on the screen. He felt his mouth go dry, his face went hot, and his ears ring a bit. What? No. Wait. Rhys took a few steps backwards and almost fell as he tried to sit on the bed. His heart was pounding. She was what? It didn’t seem real and the uneasiness he’d felt before was now replaced with a tightness in his chest.
Maria was pregnant.
"Shit." Rhys stared at the wall for a minute before looking back at the phone, the message still hadn’t changed so he can’t have been hallucinating. But how? Well Rhys knew how, but still. After all these months, why did have to happen now?. Rhys felt more anxiety than what he knew to do with and again he looked at the message, but he noted the date. November 30th, two days ago. His chest hurt, he knew he was feeling anxious—this can’t have been a joke, right? Would Maria play such a cruel joke just to hurt him? She’d crossed some lines at Zombie Island, but this was a whole new level of that. Rhys took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. He unlocked his phone and returned to the message and typed a response, he paused for a second as his initial response was to question everything but that would probably just antagonize her at this point. He looked around his room as if that would provide him with inspiration. His face still felt flush with the panic he was trying to shove down but was building in his chest. There was no way. It can’t be true, or it couldn’t have been his. He thought about her other job, surely there was a chance it was one of them wasn’t it?
Rhys looked back down at his phone and decided something simple would be best here as a response. They needed to talk. After the message was sent he threw his phone aside on the bed and leaned forward with his head in his hands, he felt a bit sick and lightheaded and tried to breath before he sent himself into a panic attack. This couldn’t be happening. Rhys couldn’t be a father. He would put a child through what he went through, it wasn’t the path that was meant for him. The idea scared him more than he was willing to admit. Rhys took another deep breath and chose to do the only thing he knew how to do in these situations. He stood up and walked out of his room and back to his desk and poured himself more whiskey.
as the stars begin to gather and the light begins to fade
