WHO @ravenousappetite​ WHERE Cavalier Avery’s Penthouse. WHEN 7th May, 2003.
The jar had sat upon the windowsill of Rabastan’s bedroom for the better part of the week, taking in the weak English sunshine through the windowpanes and clicking its antennae angrily up at him anytime he ventured close enough for the noise to be heard. Rodolphus’s complaining had taken up at a ferocity far greater than the situation warranted (he was perhaps, still, a touch sour about the delays his anniversary present to his wife had suffered) and so, without much reluctance, the day had finally come to bestow his gift upon it’s recipient.
There was a sense of hesitation that came anytime that Rabastan was due to enter a space in which Cavalier Avery had anything to do with the decor, but he rose his fist regardless, knocking promptly (Rabastan never warned anyone of his impending arrival, but most people were most obliging in that they never seemed to be out when he needed to talk to them) and ignoring the brass mermaids that took the place of doorknockers. Not today, he wouldn’t.
The jar tucked under his arm had been carefully covered (no need to give his little friend any tips on where her new prison might be) but as he waited, rocking upon his heels and considering whether his arrival might be quite as welcome today as it might have been prior to Cavi’s encounter with his brother and sister-in-laws less than impressed performance review of his role at Beltane. A smile crawled wide across his face when the door finally cracked.
“There you are,” he offered, breezing forward before the door could potentially close upon him. “I have a gift for you.”
