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Degas Clayton ([personal profile] preacher_in_reticence) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs2024-06-27 05:34 pm

[OPEN] Don't Be Afraid to be Weak

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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[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-07-02 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh! Well, thank you." Once again, surprise is all over Tarantulas's face. He didn't know that Degas had a daughter -- and being offered things for Dawn is completely unexpected. To be honest, while no one has outright refused to do business with him, many of the local townspeople have been holding him and his child at arm's length, as if her parentage -- both sides of it, perhaps -- is a mark of danger, like the stripes on a venomous snake. It's infuriating, but Tarantulas has gotten quite good at biting his tongue and saying not a word.

He needs a community, in order to provide Dawn with everything she needs. Whether that community likes him or not is immaterial.
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[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-07-02 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, he wants that quilt. It would look so adorable on Dawn's bed, once she's outgrown her crib. Tarantulas pictures his daughter wrapped up in the quilt like a little dumpling, safe and warm, and his spark chamber feels like it's melting inside his chest. And then the clothes...they're cute yet sturdy, perfect for a quickly growing child. She could spend an entire day in the woods in these, and only need a little clean-up in the evening...

"This is very generous," Tarantulas says, biting his lower lip. "But...I fear I only brought a little brass with me..." There's no way he can afford all the things he wants to take.
Edited 2024-07-02 06:21 (UTC)
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[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-07-02 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Tarantulas is even more surprised by this statement. "I...really?" He doesn't mean to be insulting, it's just...he's experienced so few moments of true generosity in his life.

Ah, and now his eyes are burning. "Thank you," he says hoarsely. "I will...I will definitely pass these on, once Gwen is old enough." Except for the quilt. That's Dawn's now. Although maybe she'll want to pass it on herself, if she ever has a child...
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[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-07-02 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"No no, I'm fine." Tarantulas hastily dries his eyes with the corner of his sleeve and remarks, "I'm simply...not used to people being so kind. At least not to me."

He looks away awkwardly, kneeling down to carefully begin putting things back in the trunk.
Edited 2024-07-02 19:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2024-07-03 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I-I'm not sure." He glances around the yard sale again before admitting, "I originally came here because I was looking for something for Ryja. She lives with me, you know, but we haven't had time to decorate her room. It's so bare, and she...she deserves to have nice things..." He trails off, staring at the ground. "I just want to take care of her as well as she takes care of me," he mutters sullenly, as if he expects to be judged for it.