RP: Absence Makes The Heart... Move Out
Date: 15 June 2005
Character(s): Daphne Greengrass, Seti Vector and Julian Avery
Location: 5th and D, then The Gildery Shoppe
Status: Private
Summary: Julian (& Rochester) finally comes back from that little side-trip to Europe. Only to find that things are decidedly not how he left them.
Completion: Oh-so-Incomplete
The last ten days had been rather quiet at the building on Fifth and D. The two flats within had been empty of occupants, save for an occasional visitor, and that was only in the flat on the third floor, briefly.
That all changed in the blink of an eye, however, as two people suddenly appeared in the hallway outside that third floor flat. They disentangled from one another - or more accurately, slumped wearily apart - and made their sombre goodbyes with a promise of further discussions later. One then left for the stairs, whilst the other disabled the locking charms on the flat's door. He stepped inside, his movements at first slow but then perking up as he took in his surroundings.
He was home, finally home. Which meant...
"Gilderoy? Love, I'm back," Julian called with a hopeful anticipation that pushed aside lingering dejection. That little 'business trip' to Calais ended up bollixed all to Hades, but the feel of his lover's warm, strong arms around him would be a balm. Gods, how he missed the man.
... Literally even, as he found himself alone in the flat.
Well... that was a bit disappointing. Julian had sent his last update early yesterday morning. Surely that would have been enough time for Gilderoy to receive notice of his arrival. He'd been expecting the man to greet him, after such an absence. Perhaps he couldn't leave work. Hopefully it wasn't another case of punishing Julian by sleeping at the Shoppe, a payment for the wedding postponement. He knew he deserved it some, but it'd been his hope that Seti would have explained things thoroughly to his excitable lover. She had experience instructing children, after all.
Whatever the reason, the afternoon was gradually winding down. It would only be a few more hours before the end of the business day. Making note of how worn his outfit looked, Julian decided it wouldn't hurt to use that time to freshen up. There were also a few details to take care of concerning the Charpentier Incident. The rest of his time he could then devote to his fiancé. He had a lot to make up for, after all.
So, Julian had a long, refreshing soak. The hot water not only soothed sore muscles and flesh tender from hexes, but it lulled his nerves enough to reawaken his appetite. Once he was dressed and felt civilised again, he had a glass of wine with some bread and cheese. It was a bit odd to find so much food in the coldbox, all of it packaged neatly and preserved with charms. There was enough there to feed an army, he reflected as he peeked in the containers. It occurred to him that this might have been food pre-cooked for the wedding. That sent an arrow of guilt through him. Not for the first time in recent days, Julian berated himself for what happened and vowed to make things right.
Once the man finally came home.
Forcing down his impatience, Julian next turned his attention to the matter of Charpentier. He looked through the file he'd rebuilt several months ago. So much work had gone into ascertaining who amongst his informants had survived the War, and to what extent extent was their usefulness. The fact that he had to do it all over again set off a flare of anger deep within his chest. It didn't last long, however. He was tired, lonely, and needed to think clearly about his options. The thought occurred to ask Rabastan for the use of the chancel again. Julian needed an objective perspective, a focused mind, something he was sorely lacking right now. He couldn't even think about all he'd just gone through without feeling his indignation rise. Sighing, he made a note to owl Lestrange, then sought something perhaps less effective but more immediate. Another glass of wine, then he stretched out on the davenport. Sleep had become a fickle companion since this ordeal had begun. But he was home now, and all his senses were suffused with Gilderoy. He could smell him on the cushions, feel a trace of his magic in the hand-made afghan, his glance took in all the alterations the man had made to the place since living there. It lulled him into a restive state better than any potion Severus might have brewed.
You don't know what you've got until you've gone, he supposed. He also supposed a small nap wouldn't hurt. Surely Gilderoy would wake him as soon as he got home. That decided, Julian quickly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When next he opened his eyes, the flat was dark and still empty.
This.... was unnerving, after what he'd just gone through. Julian effortlessly lit all the candles around him with a simple wave of his hand. The clock on the wall told him that Gilderoy should have been home by now. Had he missed a note? Did his owl get misread, and his Goldleaf was waiting for him at the Shoppe? Or was he there, sulking instead? Perhaps Gilderoy had a very large order to fill...
Something seemed off about all those explanations, but he searched the flat anyway. When a note wasn't found, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He quickly quilled a note, just in case Gilderoy showed up after he was gone. Julian then grabbed his Spring cloak and concentrated on an image of The Gildery Shoppe. A twisting step forward, and he was gone as abruptly as he had arrived.
Hopefully, Gilderoy wasn't upset about the wedding still.
Character(s): Daphne Greengrass, Seti Vector and Julian Avery
Location: 5th and D, then The Gildery Shoppe
Status: Private
Summary: Julian (& Rochester) finally comes back from that little side-trip to Europe. Only to find that things are decidedly not how he left them.
Completion: Oh-so-Incomplete
The last ten days had been rather quiet at the building on Fifth and D. The two flats within had been empty of occupants, save for an occasional visitor, and that was only in the flat on the third floor, briefly.
That all changed in the blink of an eye, however, as two people suddenly appeared in the hallway outside that third floor flat. They disentangled from one another - or more accurately, slumped wearily apart - and made their sombre goodbyes with a promise of further discussions later. One then left for the stairs, whilst the other disabled the locking charms on the flat's door. He stepped inside, his movements at first slow but then perking up as he took in his surroundings.
He was home, finally home. Which meant...
"Gilderoy? Love, I'm back," Julian called with a hopeful anticipation that pushed aside lingering dejection. That little 'business trip' to Calais ended up bollixed all to Hades, but the feel of his lover's warm, strong arms around him would be a balm. Gods, how he missed the man.
... Literally even, as he found himself alone in the flat.
Well... that was a bit disappointing. Julian had sent his last update early yesterday morning. Surely that would have been enough time for Gilderoy to receive notice of his arrival. He'd been expecting the man to greet him, after such an absence. Perhaps he couldn't leave work. Hopefully it wasn't another case of punishing Julian by sleeping at the Shoppe, a payment for the wedding postponement. He knew he deserved it some, but it'd been his hope that Seti would have explained things thoroughly to his excitable lover. She had experience instructing children, after all.
Whatever the reason, the afternoon was gradually winding down. It would only be a few more hours before the end of the business day. Making note of how worn his outfit looked, Julian decided it wouldn't hurt to use that time to freshen up. There were also a few details to take care of concerning the Charpentier Incident. The rest of his time he could then devote to his fiancé. He had a lot to make up for, after all.
So, Julian had a long, refreshing soak. The hot water not only soothed sore muscles and flesh tender from hexes, but it lulled his nerves enough to reawaken his appetite. Once he was dressed and felt civilised again, he had a glass of wine with some bread and cheese. It was a bit odd to find so much food in the coldbox, all of it packaged neatly and preserved with charms. There was enough there to feed an army, he reflected as he peeked in the containers. It occurred to him that this might have been food pre-cooked for the wedding. That sent an arrow of guilt through him. Not for the first time in recent days, Julian berated himself for what happened and vowed to make things right.
Once the man finally came home.
Forcing down his impatience, Julian next turned his attention to the matter of Charpentier. He looked through the file he'd rebuilt several months ago. So much work had gone into ascertaining who amongst his informants had survived the War, and to what extent extent was their usefulness. The fact that he had to do it all over again set off a flare of anger deep within his chest. It didn't last long, however. He was tired, lonely, and needed to think clearly about his options. The thought occurred to ask Rabastan for the use of the chancel again. Julian needed an objective perspective, a focused mind, something he was sorely lacking right now. He couldn't even think about all he'd just gone through without feeling his indignation rise. Sighing, he made a note to owl Lestrange, then sought something perhaps less effective but more immediate. Another glass of wine, then he stretched out on the davenport. Sleep had become a fickle companion since this ordeal had begun. But he was home now, and all his senses were suffused with Gilderoy. He could smell him on the cushions, feel a trace of his magic in the hand-made afghan, his glance took in all the alterations the man had made to the place since living there. It lulled him into a restive state better than any potion Severus might have brewed.
You don't know what you've got until you've gone, he supposed. He also supposed a small nap wouldn't hurt. Surely Gilderoy would wake him as soon as he got home. That decided, Julian quickly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When next he opened his eyes, the flat was dark and still empty.
This.... was unnerving, after what he'd just gone through. Julian effortlessly lit all the candles around him with a simple wave of his hand. The clock on the wall told him that Gilderoy should have been home by now. Had he missed a note? Did his owl get misread, and his Goldleaf was waiting for him at the Shoppe? Or was he there, sulking instead? Perhaps Gilderoy had a very large order to fill...
Something seemed off about all those explanations, but he searched the flat anyway. When a note wasn't found, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He quickly quilled a note, just in case Gilderoy showed up after he was gone. Julian then grabbed his Spring cloak and concentrated on an image of The Gildery Shoppe. A twisting step forward, and he was gone as abruptly as he had arrived.
Hopefully, Gilderoy wasn't upset about the wedding still.