IC contact for wethelost

[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

[Feel free to use this space for letter/package deliveries as well as visits/knocks on the front door!]

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[bywolves]

For when John was here. [ It's stuck with him, and he's not used to things like this sticking, so it bothers him more than normal. He doesn't even know if Alfie's thought about it. ]

[devoutish]

Doesn't bother me. Really. I was surprised, that's all.

[bywolves]

Surprised about what?

[devoutish]

That you mentioned the-- are we talking about different things, here?

[bywolves]

No, I don't think so. The ring.

Didn't mind mentioning it to him. He's not the type to use that information poorly.

[devoutish]

I like that you wear it.

[Still with his eyes closed, he ghosts his fingers over the top of Royce's collarbone, wondering if he took it off for bed. He hasn't noticed if he's been leaving it on at night or not.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce maybe startles a little - he's not expecting the touch, and it's an ingrained reflex to be tense after something has touched him in a generally intimate sort of place. He doesn't protest, but there's a hell of a lot of alarm bells that go off in his head that he has to manually shut down, one by one.

He's wearing it, still. Twine, tied around the ring. ]

Don't want to lose it. [ He says, after a second. ]

[devoutish]

[He moves his hand away, murmuring a sorry.]

Yeah, it's important, that one. All of 'em, really; they're all heirlooms.

[bywolves]

[ It's okay, Royce doesn't seem to mind. He eases, slowly. ]

That's what you said, yes. [ He remembers. ] Don't want to take it off, in case we get taken somewhere else and don't get to bring things with us. [ Sleepily: ] Thought about leaving it somewhere you'd find, though.

[devoutish]

No, I want you to have it. It's a gift.

[He hadn't originally meant it as one, at least not permanently. But Royce is special to him - special enough for this.]

[bywolves]

What? [ A beat. ] You want me to keep it.

[ He's - surprised. Or maybe not surprised, just... unsure, though not because of the gift itself. ]

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah. It's yours, from me.

[bywolves]

[ Alfie's eyes are closed, but he might feel Royce shift to bring his hand up to wrap around the ring, running his fingers over it. ]

Seems too important for that.

[devoutish]

It's very important, yeah.

[But not too important.]

[bywolves]

If I leave, you might not get it back. [ He's just - pressing that. ]

[devoutish]

That's why I'm giving it to you. In case you leave.

[bywolves]

[ He's quiet for a moment, curled up against Alfie. ]

I hope I get to keep it.

[devoutish]

I don't see why you wouldn't.

[bywolves]

Didn't take any of the stuff I had on me in Norfinbury home. [ A beat. ] Could be different here. Could be that I never went home in Norfinbury.

[devoutish]

Could be.

[He says it a little cautiously. If all of that were a hallucination, he figures it would be both wonderful and terrible - wonderful in that Gwen's death wasn't real, but terrible in that Mercy wasn't either.]

[bywolves]

[ That's what he's thinking about. He goes quiet, sinking down into the couch. He misses both of them. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie settles his arm a little more heavily onto Royce, murmuring go ta'sleep.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce does, eventually. He eventually eases up enough to sink back into sleep, and it's not exactly peaceful, but he dosn't wake up from nightmares again. ]

[devoutish]

[Neither does Alfie - not tonight. He sleeps like the dead, straight through until morning.]

August 17

[voiceinthephone]

[There's a small basket of assorted pastries and sandwiches along with a letter and a small paw print from a rather energetic white fox.]



Hello!

I hope this basket finds you well! We might not have met personally but I'vee seen you out and about. I want to both greet you and apologize gor not having approached earlier. Things have been interesting as of late.

I run a bakery over at Toffee Lane, a bar at night, so if you ever feel like you need a bite to eat, the door is open!

- PG

PS: By any chance, do you know a Mr. Royce? Found him glaring down a DVD player.