The Dutiful Son

Citizen of The Pelago Islands Balance: [6,000G]

[future-mayor]

Pursuit of Knowledge | Gill & Marla

An unexpected run-in with an old... acquaintance left Gill short on patience even in class the next day, and so when a bag belonging to the girl seated beside him toppled over and spilled its contents about his feet without her apparent notice, he gave a deep, exaggerated sigh of annoyance to attract her attention to it.

“Would you please collect your things?”

“You’d do well to be more observant.”

@h2o-defishiency

[future-mayor]

Activity Check | 8/17

PASSED

+[1,500G] for working at Arcadia’s Town Hall

+[1,000G] for working at Daybreak Orphanage

-[1,000G] for rent at Shade Apartments

Subtotal: [1,500G] Balance: [7,500G]

[future-mayor]

❝ i can’t stop thinking about you. ❞

“That must be troublesome. You have my condolences.”

“Now, if you’d excuse me, I have some very important work to attend to that you just so happen to be sitting on.” Gill had been adverse to touching him for any reason since being grudgingly reunited, but he would push Mistel off his desk, if need be. “Kindly move.”

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things that you want to hear.

change pronouns as needed for things you DON’T WANT to hear, click here!!

❝ you’re good enough. ❞

❝ you’re important. ❞

❝ everything’s gonna be okay. ❞

❝ she pulled through. ❞

❝ i forgive you. ❞

❝ i love you. ❞

❝ you’re not alone. ❞

❝ you’re my favorite person in the world. ❞

❝ i’m so glad you’re doing better. ❞

❝ it’s so nice to hear you laugh again. ❞ 

❝ your laugh is contagious! ❞

❝ you can do this on your own. i believe in you. ❞

❝ you know what i love about you? ❞

❝ i love spending time with you. ❞

❝ i’m here for you. ❞

❝ you’re right. ❞ 

❝ i can’t stop thinking about you. ❞

❝ you look amazing. ❞

❝ we’re in this together. ❞

❝ you’ve got this! ❞

❝ i missed you. ❞

❝ i did the dishes! ❞

❝ last night was incredible. ❞

❝ if you wanna talk, i’m here. ❞

❝ i don’t understand, but i want to try. ❞

❝ how can i help? ❞

❝ breakfast in bed? ❞

❝ dinner was great. ❞

❝ let me make dinner tonight? ❞

❝ lets go to the park. ❞

❝ thank you. really. ❞

❝ you’re wanted. ❞

❝ i got you a coffee. ❞

❝ can i ask your opinion on something? ❞

❝ there’s my beautiful bride! ❞

❝ i’m the luckiest man alive. ❞

❝ so, i made plans for us. ❞

❝ don’t worry, i’ll take care of it! ❞

❝ go do something for yourself. ❞

❝ i took a day off work tomorrow. ❞

❝ go hang out with the girls tonight. ❞

❝ what do you need from me? ❞

❝ tell me about your day. ❞

❝ i trust you. ❞

❝ i feel like i can tell you anything. ❞

[regulus-leporidae-blog]

Came for the books stayed for the Tea™️ || Mistel and Gill

[future-mayor]

regulus-leporidae‌:

Since his sister had essentially forced her way back into his life, Mistel had actually found it easier than expected. Granted he’d have liked it to have gone differently, but at least he didn’t have to go all the way to Leuda to simply borrow a book. He hadn’t managed to spend much time in a library since he had been in school.

The thought must have simply just allowed his mind to play a trick on him, as he passed between two shelves. He spotted a familiar silhouette in his peripheral. It couldn’t be. He had left Gill Hamilton behind two years ago. Bored and infuriated to not get what he wanted, Mistel had followed the move with his aunt, with no word to him.

The small level of doubt he couldn’t help but feel forced him to turn back, to glance between the books. And indeed there he was, glancing through books. His breath caught in his throat, unsure of what he should do. Nearly every part of him knew that he should turn away, leave him as is for both of their sakes. And yet one single part of him dragged him towards his ex lover. The conquest he had never finished. That single part of him _needed_ to see it to its end. The two years on him had only benefited, at least from the back- the trousers helped. It was decided, he had no choice but to attempt once again.

He sauntered up, leaning against one of the many shelves, book held tightly in his arms. “Hello Gill. What brings you to the Islands?” His voice laced with honey, in spite of knowing that it would take more than sweet words to flatter and seek forgiveness. Mistel would honestly lose respect for him if his crimes were so easy to forget. He wanted the pain, in some twisted way, he knew he would enjoy it.

How many times had he done the exact same thing in the past?

@future-mayor

His voice had deepened in two years’ time, but not enough to render it unrecognizable. The cadence was the same, the calculated lilt to certain syllables to elicit precisely the reaction he sought in people.

Gill’s heart plummeted into his stomach.

He mustn’t show it however, no matter what he did. The righteous indignation of a young man scorned (a heartbroken teenager) was a powerful motivator. Without looking up from the book in his hands, he replied with the greatest nonchalance he could muster-- hiding the tremble that arose within him away with his heart, allowing the vitriol that crept up his throat and into his choice of words to do so unimpeded.

“Oh, Mistel. What a surprise. Is this where you ran off to?”

[future-mayor]

The Greatest Wealth Is Health | Gill & Ford

Gill took matters of health very seriously, and so it was with surprise, and some degree of shame, that he was informed by a university counselor of being gravely overdue for several vaccinations required to attend high school on the islands. While they were not necessary for his enrollment there, they were, naturally, highly recommended, and so he was informed out of courtesy. 

He did not know what to expect out of the small clinic on Arcadia, but fares being what they were, he would at the very least inquire as to whether they could be administered locally before paying the exorbitant ferry fee to her sister island.

When a tall, bespectacled man in an impeccably tailored lab coat entered the waiting room and gave a glance in his direction, Gill took the initiative and stood to greet him, extending a hand to shake with practiced ease.

“Doctor Milan, I presume?”

@thedensedoctor

[future-mayor]

No Damsel in Distress | Gill & Iluka

Another quiet, uneventful evening at Town Hall. The Mayor had some personal business to attend to, and so her deputy was left to supervise-- although having no other demands on his time, all Gill had done the past few hours was finish a novel he had been reading and indulge in some journaling.

He was presently immersed in the latter when a young woman abruptly entered through the double doors before him, looking, if he was not mistaken, somewhat distressed. He immediately set his pen down and closed the book over it, neglecting to stow them in a drawer before she had his full attention.

“H-how may I assist you, good miss...?”

@carosellocafe

[future-mayor]

A Cool Drink of Water | Gill & Odette

Against his better judgement, Gill decided to wander a bit farther than the library that day, his annoyance at the weather constructively (albeit stubbornly) channeled into determination to see more of the island in spite of it, as he would not allow himself to suffer ignorance in anticipation of more hospitable temperatures any longer. If he was to find solutions for the troubles at home, he must be prepared to do so anywhere-- but for all of his foresight regarding such matters, he neglected those more pressing in that moment: namely, his proclivity toward heat exhaustion.

Blinking the sweat from his eyes to better see it, a sign for The Three Sisters’ Inn spelled his saving grace, and Gill entered the blessed coolness of the building before any of the more serious symptoms developed, leaving his wits mostly about him.

“Erm... excuse me,” he began, calling the attention of a lavender-haired woman he presumed to be an employee with less confidence than he might have, had he felt less out-of-sorts. “Does this establishment serve refreshments to those not presently boarding?”

“--Paying customers, of course,” he added as an obvious afterthought, painfully aware of how disheveled he must look.

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[future-mayor]

Activity Check | 8/3

AUTO-PASS

Subtotal: [1,000G] Balance: [6,000G]

[future-mayor]

Birds of a Feather | Gill & Sherry

Gill Hamilton was grateful for the position he had been given at Arcadia’s Town Hall. Granted, it would have been foolish for the Lady Mayor not to hire him, given his administrative experience and family history-- but his gratitude was sincere, nonetheless. Thus far it had been an enjoyable experience to work for her; a sanctuary of normalcy, on an island that was at times beyond his ken, surrounded by things he would stoutly refuse to believe in (regardless of the more fantastical elements of his childhood), had he not witnessed them himself.

The sole downside to working alongside a like-minded, equally efficient individual on such a small island was that, much like home, what few tasks there were to be completed on the daily were often done so quite quickly, leaving Gill with little to do in the latter half of his shift. Unlike at home however, where he would not hesitate to relax with a book until his services were required, he didn’t feel comfortable doing so in exchange for a paycheck, nor on another’s time. Rather than confront this moral dilemma directly, he usually simply took his leave early to tutor at the local orphanage (if he wasn’t overwhelmed with coursework from the university), but the children were enjoying a scheduled outing that day of the week, and so was he given it off. Conversely, he was hesitant to go home-- if one could call the apartment he presently rented such-- to a broken air conditioning unit unlikely to be fixed by the neglectful landlord anytime soon in this sweltering heat.

And so, it may have been with some discernible reluctance, whether in his voice or countenance, that the young man approached his employer’s desk to inquire as to whether he could he could be of further assistance.

“Do you need anything else of me, Miss Bloomsbury?”

@prideofzephyr​