the magic and the misery, madness and the mystery
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In the week since he first arrived in Darrow, Solon hasn't had much time spent by himself. Under normal circumstances, that would be driving him up the metaphorical wall right about now, and in all honesty, he can't claim that he hasn't been feeling some of that, a quiet, restless itch under his skin. If there's one thing this situation isn't, though, it's normal. Every time he thinks about Shion having been here for over a year by himself, without any of the rest of them, his head starts to spin. With that being the case, it seems reasonable that his already-clingy brother would be even clingier, and for once, Solon is willing to capitulate. Even he would probably have a similar reaction if their positions were reversed. As much as he's always kept an emotional distance from his brothers, so too has he cherished their odd little family, the only one he's ever known, at least in this lifetime.
The one that apparently came before this, with Vargr and Selen and whatever the hell else, is something he still hasn't dealt with much. It's easier just not to think about it, even now that he knows about, maybe remembers a little of, that time. Better to put it aside. Like he told Shion the night he arrived, it wasn't him, not really. The lives they've had this time around have shaped them. Whoever he was before, it's not who he is now.
Now, a week into living in a new world from which there is, apparently, no escape, he finally has some free time alone and intends to make the most of it. There's a lot he still needs to do to start settling in, more than was ever entirely necessary any of the countless times they moved before. First and foremost is getting some clothes of his own. He's mostly been borrowing Shion's since he got here, which is fine, the two of them close enough to the same size, but it's still less than ideal. If nothing else, that keeps everything feeling impermanent in a way he knows won't be helpful. If he's going to be stuck here, then he doesn't want to feel like a temporary guest, about to go home at any moment.
He's made a few purchases already, shopping bag carried in the crook of one elbow, when he comes upon a display of Halloween decorations. It isn't even the first he's seen today; it is the first with a seven-foot-tall animatronic werewolf of the full-blown horror variety. Solon rolls his eyes at it, biting back a sigh. The thing is, a few unfortunate past associations aside, he actually quite likes Halloween. He just doesn't like all the exaggerated vampire and werewolf shit that tends to come with it, the latter especially. It's all too unoriginal. Moving past it, he goes to grab a bag of candy instead, the kind with small sizes for trick-or-treaters that are also good for sticking in a seven-year-old's lunchbox, making a mental note as he does not to bring Sophie out this way. She doesn't need to see that.
What she will be needing is a costume. While he wouldn't think of trying to choose one for her — she should get the fun of that herself — he wanders over to where the children's costumes are, glancing over some of the options. Many are typical, the sort he's seen in different stores for the last few decades. Others are entirely unfamiliar. Squinting at the label of one, he frowns at it, brow furrowing. "What the hell is a Puma Squad?"
[ And Solon is finally out and about in the general public! More info can be found in his cityhall post here. He might be grumpy (spoiler alert: he usually is), but it's actually a really good time to meet him! Find him anywhere there are feasibly clothes and/or Halloween supplies; I was envisioning Objective, but there's no reason he couldn't make multiple stops. Timed to Wednesday, and open until this says otherwise. ]
The one that apparently came before this, with Vargr and Selen and whatever the hell else, is something he still hasn't dealt with much. It's easier just not to think about it, even now that he knows about, maybe remembers a little of, that time. Better to put it aside. Like he told Shion the night he arrived, it wasn't him, not really. The lives they've had this time around have shaped them. Whoever he was before, it's not who he is now.
Now, a week into living in a new world from which there is, apparently, no escape, he finally has some free time alone and intends to make the most of it. There's a lot he still needs to do to start settling in, more than was ever entirely necessary any of the countless times they moved before. First and foremost is getting some clothes of his own. He's mostly been borrowing Shion's since he got here, which is fine, the two of them close enough to the same size, but it's still less than ideal. If nothing else, that keeps everything feeling impermanent in a way he knows won't be helpful. If he's going to be stuck here, then he doesn't want to feel like a temporary guest, about to go home at any moment.
He's made a few purchases already, shopping bag carried in the crook of one elbow, when he comes upon a display of Halloween decorations. It isn't even the first he's seen today; it is the first with a seven-foot-tall animatronic werewolf of the full-blown horror variety. Solon rolls his eyes at it, biting back a sigh. The thing is, a few unfortunate past associations aside, he actually quite likes Halloween. He just doesn't like all the exaggerated vampire and werewolf shit that tends to come with it, the latter especially. It's all too unoriginal. Moving past it, he goes to grab a bag of candy instead, the kind with small sizes for trick-or-treaters that are also good for sticking in a seven-year-old's lunchbox, making a mental note as he does not to bring Sophie out this way. She doesn't need to see that.
What she will be needing is a costume. While he wouldn't think of trying to choose one for her — she should get the fun of that herself — he wanders over to where the children's costumes are, glancing over some of the options. Many are typical, the sort he's seen in different stores for the last few decades. Others are entirely unfamiliar. Squinting at the label of one, he frowns at it, brow furrowing. "What the hell is a Puma Squad?"
[ And Solon is finally out and about in the general public! More info can be found in his cityhall post here. He might be grumpy (spoiler alert: he usually is), but it's actually a really good time to meet him! Find him anywhere there are feasibly clothes and/or Halloween supplies; I was envisioning Objective, but there's no reason he couldn't make multiple stops. Timed to Wednesday, and open until this says otherwise. ]