Hold your breath and count to ten. Fall apart, start again.
Who: Riff, Cain, Emmeline
What: Getting settled back into some form of normalcy.
When: After this but before this.
Where: Emmeline's home.
Rating: PG for now.
Riff woke in the same place he had fallen asleep, though it was still startling to find himself on a sofa in Emmeline's living room. As the events from the night before came back to him, a small smile stretched across his face. He had control of his own body again, it was functioning properly, and he was with Cain. Cain... he leaned in the direction of a large grandfather clock in the corner of the room for a glance at the time. If the young Earl's habits hadn't changed while they were separated, then the butler still had quite some time before he would wake. Riff sat up, stretching long limbs over his head before moving from the living room to the washroom. Once he was in a presentable state he wandered the house quietly, re-acquainting himself with where everything was located as well as assessing what would need to be cleaned immediately and what could wait. Even if the young betrothed preferred he not stay with them, he would ensure it was a properly kept home.
Eventually we wound up in the kitchen and busied himself making preparations for breakfast. Of course tea would be needed, so while he waited for the water to boil he opened a few of the shades downstairs to let in some light, and ironed the clothing that he had washed the night before. Soon enough he had a small tray prepared, and had made his way up the stairs to the young man's bedroom door.
What: Getting settled back into some form of normalcy.
When: After this but before this.
Where: Emmeline's home.
Rating: PG for now.
Riff woke in the same place he had fallen asleep, though it was still startling to find himself on a sofa in Emmeline's living room. As the events from the night before came back to him, a small smile stretched across his face. He had control of his own body again, it was functioning properly, and he was with Cain. Cain... he leaned in the direction of a large grandfather clock in the corner of the room for a glance at the time. If the young Earl's habits hadn't changed while they were separated, then the butler still had quite some time before he would wake. Riff sat up, stretching long limbs over his head before moving from the living room to the washroom. Once he was in a presentable state he wandered the house quietly, re-acquainting himself with where everything was located as well as assessing what would need to be cleaned immediately and what could wait. Even if the young betrothed preferred he not stay with them, he would ensure it was a properly kept home.
Eventually we wound up in the kitchen and busied himself making preparations for breakfast. Of course tea would be needed, so while he waited for the water to boil he opened a few of the shades downstairs to let in some light, and ironed the clothing that he had washed the night before. Soon enough he had a small tray prepared, and had made his way up the stairs to the young man's bedroom door.