The change is made within an innocent breath (Open)

[ring_for_giles]

Who: Giles & You
When: Beginning of April
Where: Library + Drunken Sailor
What: General memshare aftermath + Ossie's gone missing and Giles is not coping
Warnings: Changeling Stuff, anxiety & depression, over/misuse of alcohol



Accursed with a solitary death (closed to Erin)

A day or so after the group chat, Giles sends Erin a text:

Erin,

When and if you have the time, I would like to speak with you. I would appreciate your counsel.

Giles

Dancing a line of unending decline

The little black and white cat (Mr Ainsel, as those who met it with Ossie or were at the pet costume contest will know) has been spending more time than usual in the library, it's staked a claim on one particular chair, staying there almost all day and sleeping there every night. When it isn't sleeping it watches every single person that enters the library, almost as if it's looking for someone. Someone that isn't going to walk in.

When it's not in the library, Mr Ainsel is pacing the hall outside the cabins, or sitting guard at the door to cabin 123. Glaring daggers into anyone that passes.

Over chasms I knew not to be

And when the cat isn't anywhere to be found, Giles is around, but it's very infrequent compared to the cat. Sometimes he's in the library, in the same spot Mr Ainsel has been, watching people in much the same way as the cat did, albeit a little more surreptitiously.

Of an evening, though, he's in a dark corner of The Drunken Sailor, because it reminds him of home, but only certain parts of home. Of the place he was raised before he left for greener pastures, of evenings off spent with his sister before she decided they would play at being something they weren't — before it became what she really was, and it was only him that was still pretending — and well before the night that Ossie had found him in a memory and stolen his heart so easily, even though it already belonged to a version of him.

There's a few empty glasses surrounding him on the table, beer glasses probably, but Giles hasn't been paying much attention to what he's ordered or been given. He's just... drinking to pass the time, waiting for his mind to quiet enough to crawl back to the library and sleep for a while.