[OPEN] Don't Be Afraid to be Weak

[preacher_in_reticence]

Who: Degas Clayton and You
What: The beginning of his sabbatical
When: July, perhaps longer
Where: All over the place!
Warning(s): Discussion of depression and mourning likely

1. That's not the beginning of the end [Attempts to Relax]
If you’re a personal friend of Degas, you might have gotten a message via sending stone, letting you know in advance that he’s taking a sabbatical from his work at the Temple. At least one month off, perhaps longer. It’s time he gets to relax, to breathe and reset and heal from everything that the past several years have done to him.

The problem is that this man hardly knows how to relax. Catch him around town:
- getting a meal alone at a cafe or restaurant, looking awkward about sitting alone
- on the beach or docks, fishing
- visiting the graveyard with a bag in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other
- walking his Pokemon, both very large compared to him. The Appletun is pokey and the Trevenant is cranky, but both seem quite protective.


2. That's the return to yourself [Home Decor]
The sign reads YARD SALE in big friendly green letters, and the items laid out on blankets on the lawn go with it. Most are very feminine floral items–lacy placemats, a daffodil teapot, pillows with roses the sizes of cabbages on them. On some level, Degas still wonders if this is a betrayal of Melly. On another…well.

”It's a charming piece. Might be a nice addition to a kitchen, if that's your sort of thing.”

“My sort of thing? Jon, you've seen what my home looks like. I haven't the foggiest idea what my sort of thing is, at this point."

It is time to learn that for himself, isn’t it? And if someone else can get good use out of Melly’s collection of unused yarn, or her old dresses, well. It’s better, isn’t it?

After the sale, friends may be invited to help Degas paint and redecorate his home, making it a place for a single man to live, a place he feels at home in, even without her.


3. The return to innocence [Wildcard]
[find me on discord at darkersolstice to plot]

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[preacher_in_reticence]

"It feels like giving her up. I know, I know that these objects aren't her, but they're the marks of her presence on my space and time."

Degas lets go of the dress.

"It's always a bitch, when you have two thoughts that are exact opposites, but one's wrong and you know that, but you also feel it."

[thelatechrisfreeman]

"When my father died, my mother couldn't afford to stay in their home. She kept a few things of his that were most important, but a lot of the other things... like his clothes, his collection of baseball memorabilia... there just wasn't space for it anymore. No one who'd use it or enjoy it like he used to."

Chris takes a breath, and a sad smile forms on their lips.

"She cried over a lot of it, but she eventually let it go. I think maybe she felt that wrong thought, same as you -- I'm giving up this person who meant so much -- and she let herself feel it, but she followed the right thought in the end. The 'I can't live in a museum exhibit to my old life' thought. And that was okay."

[preacher_in_reticence]

"Yeah. There's been people pointing that out, that this is a still life, a snapshot of the night she died." He almost, almost smiles. "Makes it really awkward, inviting people here, sometimes."

[thelatechrisfreeman]

"I venture she might have something to say about being a poor host to your friends for her sake..." it's gently said, and gently meant.

[preacher_in_reticence]

"I venture she might have more to say about me bringing a woman home." Snark, but then he catches himself at it. "Not that it was like that."

[thelatechrisfreeman]

Another tilt of the head, almost as though Chris were listening to something else for a moment.

"I don't know about that. Most of the dead don't resent the living for continuing to live." Chris reaches out, and will lightly pat at Degas's hand if he lets them. "You don't need to be over her all at once. Small steps are still steps."

[preacher_in_reticence]

He allows the contact, though he seems mildly surprised it's offered.

"Don't worry, I've be reassured her ghost isn't lingering--that she's waiting Beyond for me, so you won't be able to ask her."

[thelatechrisfreeman]

Chris nods. "You're right -- no ghost here by that name. Just a gossip or two who knew her once."

If it were truly needed, Chris could reach out to her. Since she's a spirit native to this world, it wouldn't hurt them as attempts to reach out for other spirits has done. But mentioning it doesn't feel right. Degas is trying to move on, and another chance to speak with his wife wouldn't help that.