𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕪𝕟 𝕓𝕒𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕣
he was born thirty-five years ago, is a witch, lives in white oaks, is unemployed, and is in no coven. he looks an awful lot like derek theler.
"I'll march this road, I'll climb this hill on my knees, if I have to."
As the eldest born son to the beloved Baxter family, he was given the namesake of his Grandfather- Llewellyn. Though he wasn't the oldest of the clan, Llewellyn often behaved as if he was, alongside his sister. The two shared a shouldered responsibility that said they had to set the example for their younger siblings while also making their parents proud. He, especially, put added invisible pressure on himself to be, in a word, perfect. And, to be quite honest, it wasn't that easy to accomplish, either, despite how it probably looked from the outside. Indeed, it likely seemed that things came rather easily to Llewellyn. On the outside, it was easy to label him as one of those typical Golden Boys who lived a charmed life. Not only did he come from a good, respectable family, but he earned the straight As, he conquered whatever sport he tried, he made friends right and left, and always had someone on his arm. And, if that wasn't nauseating enough, Llewellyn landed himself on the "royal" court in his underclassmen years and managed to snag the coveted Prom King title two years in a row. Charmed, sure, but easy? Keeping up to those standards was a tall order. The amount of pressure Llewellyn was under to maintain that perfect life was insane and often overwhelming, though it wasn't anything he wanted anyone else to bear. The one time he had tried to talk to someone about it, they had laughed in his face because they couldn't imagine how someone who had his life had anything to complain about. And so, he believed that. He took it to heart that he needed to simply endure all the weight and responsibilities because other people had it worse. Llewellyn earned a full ride to university based on his football glory, and for a while it seemed he really stood a chance to parlay that to an actual career. That was his dream, to play in the big leagues and make a real name for himself, because it would be a badge of honor he could actually point to and be like, "Yeah, I did that, I worked hard for that." Everything was on the right track. But that all came to a crashing halt the day he disappeared. Not that Llewellyn knew he had. An innocent jaunt into the woods and surrounding mist wasted ten long years and nobody, not even his family, knew what happened to the promising young man. Truth was, Llewellyn had somehow stepped through a faerie portal and come out the other side. To him, it was barely noticeable and almost instantaneous. Unaware that it's been ten years since anyone has seen hide nor hair of him, and with a lingering brain fog, the man has wandered back into Greywood to be confronted with all the changes and realization that his perfectly charmed life has all gone.
“what power did he attain when settling in greywood?”
Ironically, the man has developed a gift of memory erasure. He is capable of taking away thoughts and memories, though it requires strict concentration and effort, as well as target focus on one singular subject. He wouldn't be able to take away someone's entire cathedral of memories, for example. And sometimes, if not done properly, those things can return.
penned by... poe
