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entrancelogs2014-10-24 07:26 pm
goesdown) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-24 07:26 pm
The Tale of Tavish Blackwood
Who: Tavish Blackwood (Crowley) and OPEN
Where: Storybrooke, mostly his house, his business and the diner.
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG13
Summary: Tavish Blackwood leads an ordinary life as an ordinary tailor.
The Story:
Day 1:
Tavish Blackwood goes through the motions the same as ever. He wakes up and makes himself a nice breakfast alone. Some mornings he has a mess to straighten up, but there were no house guests last night and on this morning, everything is just as he left it the night before.
He sips his coffee over a boring news paper and gets dressed before heading over to the modest shop where he does his tailoring. There's a bell at door to get his attention, but he keeps his back to it for much of the day, pinning and sewing a dress for someone's boring party about a boring thing. The woman had yammered on about it, but he can't remember a word.
By the end of the day, he's worn and weary and had far fewer projects than he'd like under way. He walks home, checking familiar places for a familiar face and then he goes home alone.
Days 2-3:
Today, things feel less monotonous and Tavish isn't sure why. He makes his breakfast a little different and he smiles over the paper. Business has picked up a bit, no thanks to Lerman, and he's starting to feel a little more optimistic about his life.
He walks to work and the weather is nicer than it's been in ages and he even opts to prop the heavy door to his shop open and let the fresh air in. He's still busy with projects, but they're all coming out perfectly and he can't help smiling down at the suit that he's taking in.
After he closes up shop, he heads to the diner. It might be nice to be social for a while before bed.
Days 4-5:
Once the smoke passes over Tavish and his memories of his other life come flooding back, he's left shaken. He's human, isn't he? He certainly feels human because he feels at all. That life has to be some sort of illusion, doesn't it? Except maybe he was happier there. Is that worth being a demon? He can't quite process all of the terrible things he's done if that life is the real one.
Instead of facing the problem head-on, he heads to his shop, closing all of the blinds and covering the windows until no daylight seeps in. Then he gets to work sewing, as he always does. The front door is still unlocks with its little bell tied to the doorknob, but anyone who enters will find him crouched over a sewing machine with only a desk light to see it.
Where: Storybrooke, mostly his house, his business and the diner.
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG13
Summary: Tavish Blackwood leads an ordinary life as an ordinary tailor.
The Story:
Day 1:
Tavish Blackwood goes through the motions the same as ever. He wakes up and makes himself a nice breakfast alone. Some mornings he has a mess to straighten up, but there were no house guests last night and on this morning, everything is just as he left it the night before.
He sips his coffee over a boring news paper and gets dressed before heading over to the modest shop where he does his tailoring. There's a bell at door to get his attention, but he keeps his back to it for much of the day, pinning and sewing a dress for someone's boring party about a boring thing. The woman had yammered on about it, but he can't remember a word.
By the end of the day, he's worn and weary and had far fewer projects than he'd like under way. He walks home, checking familiar places for a familiar face and then he goes home alone.
Days 2-3:
Today, things feel less monotonous and Tavish isn't sure why. He makes his breakfast a little different and he smiles over the paper. Business has picked up a bit, no thanks to Lerman, and he's starting to feel a little more optimistic about his life.
He walks to work and the weather is nicer than it's been in ages and he even opts to prop the heavy door to his shop open and let the fresh air in. He's still busy with projects, but they're all coming out perfectly and he can't help smiling down at the suit that he's taking in.
After he closes up shop, he heads to the diner. It might be nice to be social for a while before bed.
Days 4-5:
Once the smoke passes over Tavish and his memories of his other life come flooding back, he's left shaken. He's human, isn't he? He certainly feels human because he feels at all. That life has to be some sort of illusion, doesn't it? Except maybe he was happier there. Is that worth being a demon? He can't quite process all of the terrible things he's done if that life is the real one.
Instead of facing the problem head-on, he heads to his shop, closing all of the blinds and covering the windows until no daylight seeps in. Then he gets to work sewing, as he always does. The front door is still unlocks with its little bell tied to the doorknob, but anyone who enters will find him crouched over a sewing machine with only a desk light to see it.
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All he ever wanted was to have a successful business... and Blake. He could have been happy with that life and he's got neither here, but is it worth whatever Crowley's done to have those things?
"And I don't want you to be stuck with one."
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He shakes Tavish. "We're us. We get— we talk to someone and figure out these weird thoughts and—" Honestly, he hasn't considered even once that he could be a fabrication. As far as he's concerned he's a person and no weird LSD trip to Wonderland is going to change that.
But with time, that will change. Especially as more and more memories return.
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"We are us." He leans in until their foreheads are touching. "We are, darling."
His hands start to slide around Blake's back, tugging him in closer if he'll allow it.
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"Then why is this happenin'?" He hates being messed with. He hates that something like this could tear people to pieces for no apparent reason. Blake unravels his fingers from the other man's robe and flattens it under his hand. For whatever reason, it reminds him more of the other set of them but he doesn't comment to that fact.
"What're we gonna do?"
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Surely others are having similar problems, though. It can't just be them and maybe there's a pattern to all of this madness.
"For now, I think I'm going to kiss you if that's alright."
And maybe that's what truly sets him apart from the demon in his memories. He asks permission where the demon had simply taken as a joke. He remembers that first kiss between Crowley and Blake, flirty and cheeky and with very little intent behind it. This isn't that.
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He bites at his lower lip and doesn't raise his chin. "Could we work up to that? I-it's not that I don't wanna, but..." He's anxious. And there's so much that can go wrong. He's so afraid that giving in would mean the beginning of the end. "It's gonna take time."
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Instead of forcing the issue, he leans in to kiss Blake's forehead. "You're still the same Blake I've always known."
Tavish can't imagine looking at Blake's face and seeing anyone any less worthy, even through the eyes of that demon with his own face.
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"Thank you." He feels uplifted. "Thanks for believin' me," he says, but what he really means is thanks for believing in me. Reaching out, he squeezes Tavish's hand and then drifts toward the couch. They can sit together a while and maybe later find their way to the bedroom for some harmless cuddling, right? That's easy. Easier than all the rest, at least.
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He's been here the whole time, waiting.