concoctive | SCAWWY 😱 marina

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SCAWWY 😱 marina

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[ churches us. alfyn looks deeply wary as he walks down the aisle made by the pews, eyeballing the goat and muttering a quiet prayer to dohter under his breath as he goes. it's not... a good energy, he feels like. it's a little like stepping into that cavern all over again, in some ways, and all he can think of is poor ophilia for a brief, empathetically heartbreaking moment.

it's when he hears the wood creak again, under steps not his own, that he looks away from the stained glass. ]

This village really can't help but just be spooky everywhere, huh?

[ alfyn is squat down at the garden, not doing anything to it but just sort of surveying what's there. he roots his gloved hand a little in the dirt on the edges of it, though, just taking in the quality of it curiously when compared to... all the rest of this place.

despite the familiar way he crouches, practiced and balanced and steady, his shoulders are tense, his back curved like a drawn bow. ready to release.

he's not paying much attention to anyone coming up on him. just in his own head as he does this. ]

[ alfyn's steps are steady and audible as he walks, approaching the pyre where he'd spent the night before - but he's got a death grip on his axe, instead of snapping it into the loop on the back of his belt for carrying. like he's not sure whether it's actually safe now that the evening has passed, after having seen aventurine lying dead at laudna's feet beneath the stage.

when he sees marina, he heads over to her - and whether she's sitting or standing, he'll do the same next to her, spine made of steel and ramrod straight to draw him to full height.

the affable, dog-like friendliness is gone as he stares into the fire silently for a moment with his jaw working. ]

... found Aventurine. Be nice to maybe think he just fell, 'stead of someone doin' it to him.

[ seated at the bar of the winery is alfyn! he's got a drink, yes, but it's only maybe had a few drinks taken from it as he sits there with a spread of herbs and a mason jar on the other side from the drink. he's absently grinding herbs with a mortar and pestle until he gets it to the consistency and color that he wants.

he just looks frustrated as he works, and even with his ponytail there's clearly ink that yells losing more people across the back of his neck. but when he hears steps coming down the stairs into the basement, he lifts his head up and looks to see who it is.

seeing marina, he offers a wan, tired smile. ]

... come to take a load off?

[ lmao lol...

this is. the most miserable friday. she's just heading to wherever alfyn might be, and will have a seat, arms folded over each other as she regards him quietly. hi man, what's up. how's he looking compared to yesterday (besides possibly more miserable). ]

[ she's just down by the stream looking at some rocks, kind of just perched on whatever stone looks the dryest for the moment. she's turning over a very flat one in her hands and just trying to assess its smoothness maybe as she runs her fingertips over it. once it passes muster, she puts it into her lap with a couple of other flat stones. anotha one...

though she might pause if anyone drops by, stones underfoot or the shuffling of clothing. her head whips maybe a bit too quickly but then her shoulders ease. ]

Hey... how're you holding up, hm?

[ hey there's absolutely no preamble to this. the two of them are just minding their own business, perhaps standing in the gas station? he's a ye olde, completely bemused by modern things, and she's kind of. anachronistic. but the lights are so bright...

and the brightest lights cast the darkest shadows. shadows that are more than happy to ensnare someone, maybe two someones, and drag them into a terrible memory. ]

[ he's sitting outside somewhere with some swampy mud on his boots, absently trying to clean it off with a sort of dissociative state happening. his satchel is open and some things are out, but they're neatly closed and taken care of compared to him with his makeshift rag.

there's still a spark in alfyn's eyes, so he's not completely dead inside. but boy is he coping poorly right now. ]

... Mr. Daan'll be okay. [ when he notices marina. ] I took him to the swamp and saw to him, if you haven't gone to check on him yet.

[ finding marina in the library hardly surprises him, given what he knows of her, so alfyn veers into the section she's seated in the moment he spots her. he's not a quiet kind of guy by any means, so his arrival is its own announcement as he makes his way over.

however, it's alpha week so he's alfa... and this manifests in its own good boy charm kind of way.

he swoops in where she's seated and drops a big, noisy kiss on her head with utmost confidence. ]

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