let the atmosphere surround me, the satellite beside me [ closed ]

[ring_for_giles]

Who: Giles, Pratt, and Ossie
When: First few days of November
Where: Cabins, Cottage
Warnings: Trauma from being possessed, including a mental health crisis.



so much time on the other side [ Pratt ]

When Giles had woken up, he instinctively gathered the shadows up around him and disappeared. He was vaguely aware of another presence in the room with him, but it hardly factored with all the thoughts screaming in his mind that didn't make sense. Memories that didn't make sense.

He spends the day hiding... somewhere. He's not sure where. It's not his cabin, and it's not the cottage, and maybe it doesn't really matter where it is because he doesn't step out of the shadows the entire time. He doesn't really know how long he spends hiding either, the seconds seem to drag on for years and years while hours pass in the blink of an eye. But it's been a day, probably, but the time he feels halfway collected enough to be Seen.
But.
Not as a person.
Not yet. That's still too much.

Which is why there's a cat scratching at the door to Pratt's cabin, yowling as loud as it can. It stops only when someone walks past, sits perfectly still and silently and watches them with daggers in its eyes until they're gone.
And then it starts scratching and yowling again.
It'll be here until it's let in.
Best open the door Pratt.

waiting for you to wake up [ Ossie ]

There's someone in the cottage.
There's someone in the cottage who hasn't been here in weeks. It shows in the trees first, the blossoms and greenery that had been collecting in the absence beginning to dissipate. Petals falling from the branches in gentle waves, in a breeze that promises a cool change as much as it does future warmth. Familiar reds and golden browns beginning ever so slowly to peek through the foliage.

But the exterior isn't the only thing affected, inside almost every room has been touched. Nothing is quite back to the levels of perfection it's normally kept to, but there's definitely been some effort in that direction. Things dusted, polished, put away, reset to just how they should be, but not entirely. Like there was a concerted effort in one room to set things to rights before something made that stop, and the effort was moved on to the next room instead. The kitchen shows the most progress, the strict organisation reasserting itself, but it too has been left unfinished.

The light's on in Giles's bedroom, and a sound of somewhat frantic movement can be heard inside. The door is only half closed, another task started and then just... Stopped.

Comments

[ring_for_giles]

The cat gives a little 'mrr' of agreement, although whether that's to the freaky comment or the living it up one is uncertain.

It rubs one last time at its face with the back of a paw, then crouches ready to pounce, wiggles for half a second of build up, and solidly lands itself of Pratt's lap where it curls up and begins purring loudly again.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Oh. He's been chosen. He is a safe space for the cat. There's that warm fuzzy feeling in his core again, and he strokes at the cat's head a few times before letting it sit there and nap.

He'll stay there as long as the cat is curled up on him, he has plenty of people to text. Occasionally he'll rest a hand on the warm furry body; feels nice to not be alone and know something else is there with him.