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April Catch All
Who: Number 6 & Open
Where: Around town and on the farm
What: Various prompts for April
When: Currently before Flood, might add some for After Flood
Warnings: [cw: Talk about spousal death, illness, grief, depictions of chronic impending fatal illness]
A. Around the farm
Number 6 is finally starting to look the part out here on the farm. He found a pair of dungarees and work boots stowed away in the attic of their home and he's donned them now along with a wide-brimmed sunhat to protect his pale complexion from the worst of the sun's rays. It can only do so much, and as a result, his face has broken out in an explosion of freckles. Despite that and the sunburns, he's happy. His hands are covered in dirt from plowing the soil and his shirt is soaked from the sweaty work of hauling logs and chopping wood. And he hasn't had to lie to a single person or keep a single secret to accomplish his tasks. It's all good, honest labor.
Unfortunately, the work is getting harder on him by the day. At the start of the month, all seems fine enough. But that ring in the shape of a skull jawbone on his finger is slowly but surely sapping that strength away from him. In the middle of pushing a wheelbarrow, he suddenly falls to his knees, out of breath and clammy with sweat so thick his hair is wet beneath his hat. It's fine, he tells himself. Get up. He has more work to do yet. But... maybe he should just rest for a moment, first.
...Just a moment.
B. Now I lay me down to sleep [cw: Be advised, this is directly following Ava's IC death]
He went out to lay beneath the stars with his wife. But now... now he's walking home alone. There's a bundle in his arms. The clothes she left behind. Still warm, but that warmth is fading. Like she faded.
Tears glisten in his eyes but he blinks them back. He has to stay strong. She will be a ghost. She might see. He doesn't want her to have to watch his anguish. Stiff upper lip. It will be all right. They knew the cost of freedom might be high. He let her pay it this time, but the next... and the next...
"I'll find a way," he says under his breath. "We'll stop this."
But, for now, there is nothing he can do but cross the short distance from field to the front door of their home, drift inside and... no, he doesn't think he can sleep tonight. Not alone. He resolves to go to the kettle instead, to brew something hot. He carries it back out to the front porch and sits heavily in one of the wooden rocking chairs. A matched set. Somehow that only makes him feel lonelier, watching the empty chair creak slightly in the breeze. On a night like this, he could use some company.
C. Wildcard Me
Can be next day, ghost shenanigans, etc. Just throw whatever at me, I'm game.
Where: Around town and on the farm
What: Various prompts for April
When: Currently before Flood, might add some for After Flood
Warnings: [cw: Talk about spousal death, illness, grief, depictions of chronic impending fatal illness]
A. Around the farm
Number 6 is finally starting to look the part out here on the farm. He found a pair of dungarees and work boots stowed away in the attic of their home and he's donned them now along with a wide-brimmed sunhat to protect his pale complexion from the worst of the sun's rays. It can only do so much, and as a result, his face has broken out in an explosion of freckles. Despite that and the sunburns, he's happy. His hands are covered in dirt from plowing the soil and his shirt is soaked from the sweaty work of hauling logs and chopping wood. And he hasn't had to lie to a single person or keep a single secret to accomplish his tasks. It's all good, honest labor.
Unfortunately, the work is getting harder on him by the day. At the start of the month, all seems fine enough. But that ring in the shape of a skull jawbone on his finger is slowly but surely sapping that strength away from him. In the middle of pushing a wheelbarrow, he suddenly falls to his knees, out of breath and clammy with sweat so thick his hair is wet beneath his hat. It's fine, he tells himself. Get up. He has more work to do yet. But... maybe he should just rest for a moment, first.
...Just a moment.
B. Now I lay me down to sleep [cw: Be advised, this is directly following Ava's IC death]
He went out to lay beneath the stars with his wife. But now... now he's walking home alone. There's a bundle in his arms. The clothes she left behind. Still warm, but that warmth is fading. Like she faded.
Tears glisten in his eyes but he blinks them back. He has to stay strong. She will be a ghost. She might see. He doesn't want her to have to watch his anguish. Stiff upper lip. It will be all right. They knew the cost of freedom might be high. He let her pay it this time, but the next... and the next...
"I'll find a way," he says under his breath. "We'll stop this."
But, for now, there is nothing he can do but cross the short distance from field to the front door of their home, drift inside and... no, he doesn't think he can sleep tonight. Not alone. He resolves to go to the kettle instead, to brew something hot. He carries it back out to the front porch and sits heavily in one of the wooden rocking chairs. A matched set. Somehow that only makes him feel lonelier, watching the empty chair creak slightly in the breeze. On a night like this, he could use some company.
C. Wildcard Me
Can be next day, ghost shenanigans, etc. Just throw whatever at me, I'm game.
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"It would be more of a burden to me if I had to watch her perish month after month and could do nothing at all. I think you understand that."
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She's pretty sure she does.
"And ... look, I've had illness in the family before, I know there's a lot more to it than just the sick person hurting. It makes everything else harder, even things that don't seem directly related. So, with the understanding that I know I can't fix the condition itself, I'll tell you what I told Ava: if you think of anything that might make other things a little easier, any kind of accommodation or assistance either of you could use, please let me know? And if I can't help, I'll see if I can find someone who can."
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His pride wants him to, yes. But, no. No, he will take this offer given freely for the gift that it is. If they are going to plan a future together in this town, he and Ava will no longer have to go at it all alone. They will need to know when to ask for help. If not now, then if a child arrives, surely.
"I will keep it close in mind. I've no doubt we will discover a thing or two we might need to call on you for. Of course, I hope you know that if you are ever in need, we will be glad to assist you in return."
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good place to wrap?
"The idea of belonging to a community is, unfortunately, something new to my wife and I, but we acclimating to it with the help of people like you. Thank you."
I think so, if this works?
yeah, perfect!