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@gabe-utterson
Good morning/day/afternoon/evening!
My name is Gabriel John Utterson.
I am a well-known lawyer in London!
Some rules for asks:
-I am a bit of an older gent, so I may not understand what some things mean
-Please do not be weird in my asks.
I look forward to speaking with you :)
You should visit my cousin: @richie-enfield
Main blog: @cryptidteaparty
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A shimmering blue moth is beating against the window, trying to get out - squirming in the heat that Utterson's candle created.
It's been 2 months since anyone heard of the name 'Henry Jekyll'. 2 months of silence, no letters, no other visits from the moth that had visited him before.
It was that damn mirror that frustrated him. There was something off about it, like a pressure was building up against the inner wall of the glass
@jekyll-the-muse
(ooc:ik it's been a while i'd understand if you don't wanna be involved anymore ^^')
(ooc: ARE YOU KIDDING??? I’VE MISSED THE RP :33)
Utterson’s heart leapt as he caught sight of the moth, he rushed to the window, hoping against hope that it would bring news of Jekyll.
He reached out a hand for the moth to land on.
There's been no further word from Jekyll. Nothing but the dust slowly gathering on the surfaces of his lab. Nothing was left even of his presence at all - fingerprints and smudges on cracked conical flasks, chemical spills, his overalls - all gone.
It was like he never even existed.
@tortured-librarian
Utterson let out a shaky sigh, that familiar tightness creeped into his chest. He wasn’t really gone….he couldn’t be. Not after everything that they had been through, not after Utterson admitted his feelings.
It couldn’t just end.
Leave my baby cousin alone or you will be hearing from my firm for violating two restraining orders, you freak.
@gabe-utterson
Oh sure, aren’t you the same guy who introduced me to Richard in the first place??
You’re starting to send mixed signals, Mr. Utterson.
Richard is DONE WITH YOU
LEAVE HIM ALONE OR I WILL NOT BE RESPONSIBLE FOR MY OR MR. HYDE’S ACTIONS
The same moth returns, crashing slightly against the window in its hurry to get to Utterson. It drops the letter in his waiting hands, a green wax seal sporting a white-golden rose as the centrepiece on the back of it
"Gabriel,
I'm... fine. I'm okay. I'm not dead I think I... I fear I will sound insane if I tell you where I am.
[The writing here is scribbled over multiple times, as if he was failing to find the correct words to say]
To distract myself I've started naming these wonderful specimens...much like the one delivering this to you I hope. I have named her Sable, quite fitting of an almost ethereal beauty I must say..
[An ink blot covers some of the words here, and the paper is stained with lots of little darkened dots - dried salt into the parchment]
-to see you again...I
I don't quite know what to say, there's so many words and, and little things I could but...would it even make a difference?
...I hope you can forgive me.
Lovingly,
Henry"
@tortured-librarian
Utterson immediately set down to write a reply.
“Henry,
I shall never forget you. I don’t think I could even if I tried. I am thrilled to know that you are alright, I have been to worried about you, Harry.
And I hope that you know, I could NEVER judge you, I think far too highly of you, my dear, and you know how much I value the little words, they matter more than the large ones.
I hope to see you soon, but I will wait longer if I must.
Yours with much love,
Gabriel”
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He paced around his study, his mind flashing an image of Hyde’s “dead” body laying on the laboratory floor.
The panic snuck back in…had Henry faked his death again?? No, he seemed too panicked in his notes to have done that. His chest ached again, he could feel the tears in his eyes, why did this have to happen again…?
Utterson was desperate to find Henry, he needed to lay eyes on him, to know that he was alive and well.
Where the fuck could he be.?.???
Why the fuck would he put me through this shit again??.
I hate this….this not knowing…it’s fucking killing me….
Utterson had bolted over as soon as the moth had flown out of the study.
He knocked desperately on the door to the laboratory.
Henry??? Are you in there??? For the love of god, say something if you are!!!
Utterson was in full-blown panic mode, this was too familiar…it all felt too fucking familiar.
@gabe-utterson
There's no answer, not even the whisper of a faint wind that usually whistles underneath the door. The door isn't even locked, which it usually was.
Utterson couldn’t breathe, it felt like he was chocking on air, as he entered the laboratory.
Henry??? Please tell me your here….
Utterson could feel the tears burning his eyes and blurring his vision. He gasped for breath, his chest tight.
Emptiness. Nothing but emptiness, the smell of chemicals overriding the coppery tang of blood that haunted the air.
It doesn't just feel empty. It's feels wrong, missing, as if a presence that was SUPPOSED to be there just simply...never existed.
Nothing but Utterson's own shaky breaths greeted him
HENRY!!!!!
Utterson screamed into the empty room as he doubled over, his desperation and pain overtaking him. He had been too late…he had no idea where else Henry could be, no other clue. He sat on the floor of the laboratory sobbing, he couldn’t fucking breathe.
Amidst the screaming in his brain and in the room, impossibly emanating from him, there's a rush of wind. He didn't sound like that.
The wind flutters next to his ear, a crinkling of paper
"Gabriel,
Help. Help me please I'm real tell me I'm real I'm real right?! You're...won't find me. I'm not...here. I'm not there I don't know were I am I love you please-...please don't forget me"
Utterson let out a shaky breath as he read the note. Henry was still alive.
I could never forget you…not even if I tried…I love you so much…I really do….
Utterson said it out loud.
The lab remains silent, Jekyll's lab coats hanging on the hanger where they always were, a slight sheening of dust already coating the wooden surfaces
The grand mirror that always lay covered with a cloth was now uncovered, cracks spiderwebbing across the reflection
Where did you go, Henry…?
Utterson approached the mirror, his hand coming to rest on the shattered mirror.
Utterson had bolted over as soon as the moth had flown out of the study.
He knocked desperately on the door to the laboratory.
Henry??? Are you in there??? For the love of god, say something if you are!!!
Utterson was in full-blown panic mode, this was too familiar…it all felt too fucking familiar.
@gabe-utterson
There's no answer, not even the whisper of a faint wind that usually whistles underneath the door. The door isn't even locked, which it usually was.
Utterson couldn’t breathe, it felt like he was chocking on air, as he entered the laboratory.
Henry??? Please tell me your here….
Utterson could feel the tears burning his eyes and blurring his vision. He gasped for breath, his chest tight.
Emptiness. Nothing but emptiness, the smell of chemicals overriding the coppery tang of blood that haunted the air.
It doesn't just feel empty. It's feels wrong, missing, as if a presence that was SUPPOSED to be there just simply...never existed.
Nothing but Utterson's own shaky breaths greeted him
HENRY!!!!!
Utterson screamed into the empty room as he doubled over, his desperation and pain overtaking him. He had been too late…he had no idea where else Henry could be, no other clue. He sat on the floor of the laboratory sobbing, he couldn’t fucking breathe.
Amidst the screaming in his brain and in the room, impossibly emanating from him, there's a rush of wind. He didn't sound like that.
The wind flutters next to his ear, a crinkling of paper
"Gabriel,
Help. Help me please I'm real tell me I'm real I'm real right?! You're...won't find me. I'm not...here. I'm not there I don't know were I am I love you please-...please don't forget me"
Utterson let out a shaky breath as he read the note. Henry was still alive.
I could never forget you…not even if I tried…I love you so much…I really do….
Utterson said it out loud.
Utterson had bolted over as soon as the moth had flown out of the study.
He knocked desperately on the door to the laboratory.
Henry??? Are you in there??? For the love of god, say something if you are!!!
Utterson was in full-blown panic mode, this was too familiar…it all felt too fucking familiar.
@gabe-utterson
There's no answer, not even the whisper of a faint wind that usually whistles underneath the door. The door isn't even locked, which it usually was.
Utterson couldn’t breathe, it felt like he was chocking on air, as he entered the laboratory.
Henry??? Please tell me your here….
Utterson could feel the tears burning his eyes and blurring his vision. He gasped for breath, his chest tight.
Emptiness. Nothing but emptiness, the smell of chemicals overriding the coppery tang of blood that haunted the air.
It doesn't just feel empty. It's feels wrong, missing, as if a presence that was SUPPOSED to be there just simply...never existed.
Nothing but Utterson's own shaky breaths greeted him
HENRY!!!!!
Utterson screamed into the empty room as he doubled over, his desperation and pain overtaking him. He had been too late…he had no idea where else Henry could be, no other clue. He sat on the floor of the laboratory sobbing, he couldn’t fucking breathe.
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Utterson had bolted over as soon as the moth had flown out of the study.
He knocked desperately on the door to the laboratory.
Henry??? Are you in there??? For the love of god, say something if you are!!!
Utterson was in full-blown panic mode, this was too familiar…it all felt too fucking familiar.
@gabe-utterson
There's no answer, not even the whisper of a faint wind that usually whistles underneath the door. The door isn't even locked, which it usually was.
Utterson couldn’t breathe, it felt like he was chocking on air, as he entered the laboratory.
Henry??? Please tell me your here….
Utterson could feel the tears burning his eyes and blurring his vision. He gasped for breath, his chest tight.
A moth, big and beautiful - only a slight tinge of green pigment in their wings lands outside Utterson's study window, seemingly observing.
They carry something in their twiggy legs, and it's a wonder the weight didn't break them.
@tortured-librarian
Hello there…what’s this you have?
Utterson reached out his hand towards the moth.
The moth flutters in through the small crack provided, resting on the mantlepiece, leaving the letter in Utterson's possession
"Help. Trapped. Need help, please, please, I'm so sorry..."
Henry"
Utterson’s heart leapt into his throat as he read the note.
…Henry…
He clutched the note tightly, he felt like the wall were closing in on him…it felt too familiar…all too familiar…if Henry was trapped int that wretched laboratory…if this was like last time….Utterson’s breath came up short.
The moth remains stationary in the room, observing with an almost intellectual gaze. It flies rather abruptly toward Utterson, landing on his shoulder
The feel of the moth landing on his shoulder seems to ground him. He regained control over his breathing, and his hands stopped trembling.
A moth, big and beautiful - only a slight tinge of green pigment in their wings lands outside Utterson's study window, seemingly observing.
They carry something in their twiggy legs, and it's a wonder the weight didn't break them.
@tortured-librarian
Hello there…what’s this you have?
Utterson reached out his hand towards the moth.
The moth flutters in through the small crack provided, resting on the mantlepiece, leaving the letter in Utterson's possession
"Help. Trapped. Need help, please, please, I'm so sorry..."
Henry"
Utterson’s heart leapt into his throat as he read the note.
…Henry…
He clutched the note tightly, he felt like the wall were closing in on him…it felt too familiar…all too familiar…if Henry was trapped int that wretched laboratory…if this was like last time….Utterson’s breath came up short.
A moth, big and beautiful - only a slight tinge of green pigment in their wings lands outside Utterson's study window, seemingly observing.
They carry something in their twiggy legs, and it's a wonder the weight didn't break them.
@tortured-librarian
Hello there…what’s this you have?
Utterson reached out his hand towards the moth.
Henry doesn't show. Not the day after, not the day after that. And it's radio silent.
@never-hyde
Every single time…I should’ve known..
Utterson sighed. No letter, no word, nothing. He stood by the fireplace in his study, watching the fire dance.
It's the same for a few days, no news or any sort of contact from Henry. Not before someone knocks in your door one cold evening
Utterson’s heart leapt, he rushed to the door hoping against hope it would be Henry.
Instead Edward Hyde stands there, looking somewhat displeased as he reaches for the door knocker again
Hyde? What on Earth are you doing here?? Did something happen to Richard?
Ah- No...No it's not about Richie.
Hyde shifts on his feet slightly
It's..about Jek- Henry.
Utterson’s heart dropped. He just stared at Hyde for a moment.
What happened….?
...I can't...I can't tell you that.
He'll be gone for...I don't- I don't know-
Utterson nodded.
I understand…thank you for telling me…
Utterson closed the door, trying his best not to slam it. He leaned against the door, his hand covering his mouth to silence his scream.
Every single fucking time, Henry did this every time without fail. Utterson was tired of it, he gave Henry so much love and care and got almost nothing recently. He was so fucking tired of it.
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Henry doesn't show. Not the day after, not the day after that. And it's radio silent.
@never-hyde
Every single time…I should’ve known..
Utterson sighed. No letter, no word, nothing. He stood by the fireplace in his study, watching the fire dance.
It's the same for a few days, no news or any sort of contact from Henry. Not before someone knocks in your door one cold evening
Utterson’s heart leapt, he rushed to the door hoping against hope it would be Henry.
Instead Edward Hyde stands there, looking somewhat displeased as he reaches for the door knocker again
Hyde? What on Earth are you doing here?? Did something happen to Richard?
Ah- No...No it's not about Richie.
Hyde shifts on his feet slightly
It's..about Jek- Henry.
Utterson’s heart dropped. He just stared at Hyde for a moment.
What happened….?
Henry doesn't show. Not the day after, not the day after that. And it's radio silent.
@never-hyde
Every single time…I should’ve known..
Utterson sighed. No letter, no word, nothing. He stood by the fireplace in his study, watching the fire dance.
It's the same for a few days, no news or any sort of contact from Henry. Not before someone knocks in your door one cold evening
Utterson’s heart leapt, he rushed to the door hoping against hope it would be Henry.
Instead Edward Hyde stands there, looking somewhat displeased as he reaches for the door knocker again
Hyde? What on Earth are you doing here?? Did something happen to Richard?
