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singillatim2024-10-02 07:35 pm
tinstar) wrote in singillatim2024-10-02 07:35 pm
Soap and hot water isn't enough to wash away the sin
Who: Raylan and possibly you?
What: Lil tiny post event log for recovery and secret feelings
Where: Around Milton + Hot Springs
When: Early October
The stink of death and murder was a hard one to wash off when you only had a pot and a rag and whore's baths weren't cutting it anymore. Raylan was able to stand it all of a day and a half before he and Goose are trudging slowly and painstakingly up towards the hot springs with a filled pack on his back. The plan? Build a fire, lay out clean(er) clothes, and scrub as much of the blood and dirt and Everything off him as the soap and hopefully hot water could get. He had to be careful around his freshly stitched wounds but they weren't deep enough to cause too much concern and he was sure there was some hippy-dippy reason that mountain hot water was good for that, actually. His shoulders and hands would be glad for a soak and he didn't anticipate having any issues around other people seeing him naked. Ladies maybe, but he hoped he was lucky.
Goose wasn't there to bathe, just to keep him company while he tries step one in the handbook for 'How to Feel Human again'.
Despite the ache of Raylan's movement, gait slower than normal with a little hitch in his left side, he didn't have enough whiskey to stay home and brood. So he went to work, carrying a beaten, wooden toolbox around, loaded with as many tools as he thought would be useful, and knocked on house doors where it looked both like someone might live and also like it had gotten the shit kicked out of it. Houses that were too far gone were looked over, picked through and it didn't feel much different than the corpse robbing he'd done himself not so long ago. Reasonable people will argue that it's better that goods went with the living, was useful. That didn't make him feel any better about it.
That should keep him busy and not thinking for a few days, or exhaust him to the point of not thinking anymore which was nearly as good.
He's fine, this is fine.
What: Lil tiny post event log for recovery and secret feelings
Where: Around Milton + Hot Springs
When: Early October
Hot Springs
The stink of death and murder was a hard one to wash off when you only had a pot and a rag and whore's baths weren't cutting it anymore. Raylan was able to stand it all of a day and a half before he and Goose are trudging slowly and painstakingly up towards the hot springs with a filled pack on his back. The plan? Build a fire, lay out clean(er) clothes, and scrub as much of the blood and dirt and Everything off him as the soap and hopefully hot water could get. He had to be careful around his freshly stitched wounds but they weren't deep enough to cause too much concern and he was sure there was some hippy-dippy reason that mountain hot water was good for that, actually. His shoulders and hands would be glad for a soak and he didn't anticipate having any issues around other people seeing him naked. Ladies maybe, but he hoped he was lucky.
Goose wasn't there to bathe, just to keep him company while he tries step one in the handbook for 'How to Feel Human again'.
General - Around Milton
Despite the ache of Raylan's movement, gait slower than normal with a little hitch in his left side, he didn't have enough whiskey to stay home and brood. So he went to work, carrying a beaten, wooden toolbox around, loaded with as many tools as he thought would be useful, and knocked on house doors where it looked both like someone might live and also like it had gotten the shit kicked out of it. Houses that were too far gone were looked over, picked through and it didn't feel much different than the corpse robbing he'd done himself not so long ago. Reasonable people will argue that it's better that goods went with the living, was useful. That didn't make him feel any better about it.
That should keep him busy and not thinking for a few days, or exhaust him to the point of not thinking anymore which was nearly as good.
He's fine, this is fine.
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At least it doesn't sound like an annoyed huff - if anything, it's a little amused, confirmed by the faint amusement lingering in Bigby's tone when he speaks up again, managing to shake off some of the awkward from a moment ago.
"Oh, don't worry. If I can be honest with you-- I don't look all that much." Look, it really is a bit of honesty to admit that. Especially when some people definitely see looking at many women as some sign of Masculinity or whatever. "Been looking at the same woman for--"
He pauses, swallowing the urge to say 'a couple of centuries,' knowing you have to be more delicate with words like that around Raylan of all people.
"--a long while now." See? Still factually correct, probably gets the message across just as well as that more literal claim would have. "Though I don't know if that makes the whole 'future son with unknown mother' thing better or worse, really."
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He can't help but huff something akin to a chuckle at the last, bouncing his eyebrows once as he speaks.
"I think that one's probably about 50/50. Belated congratulations then on your parenthood..." His head tilts a little as he thinks of something, eyeing Bigby sidelong like he wasn't sure how the man would react to the question.
"I was gonna make a comment about the complexities between a son and his daddy but - Don't suppose you had a father, did ya?"
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Something about the faint amusement disappears, but it doesn't change into any other emotion yet either. There's no true annoyance - it more seems like Bigby gets a little bit more serious again at that question. And not just because of the assumption, really. He can get how Raylan may think he doesn't have a father, given his nature. Easy to assume Fables just exist out of nowhere.
"That's why I am the way I am. My mother was a regular wolf, my father the North Wind." He shakes his head, perhaps sounding a bit shorter when he adds: "We're not close."
It does sound like there's something there. Maybe Raylan wasn't far off with his whole complexities line.
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"The northern wind, huh? Bet you've got a hellva origin story." He takes and lets a deep breath.
"Still, I'm sure you'll figure it out. You aren't the northern wind and your kid ain't you. Things can always be better than they were. Especially when you've still got 'em after the attack." He probably wasn't the best person to be giving any kind of advice, but he felt sure enough about what he'd said. It could always be better.
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It sounds a little awkward, but it's exactly the awkwardness that makes it not sound fake. Like Bigby just genuinely feels a touch awkward about it, but is saying it anyway.
"You mind helping me out with the door now? I don't want to hold you up here all day. I can come help out with that roof after." It's not like he's going to make Raylan do something and then do nothing in return, alright.
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"Yeah. No time like the present. Roof'll take some planning and preppin', but if I know I've got at least a second set of hands that are willin', I can start that process. Lead the way. I got one good shoulder and two good hands, let's put 'em to use."
that's a wrap! c: thank you for the thread!
And so they go off! Time to get to work!