"Um, excuse me?" Winnie called softly, the plate between her fingers weighing down her hand slightly as she attempted to keep it far from her face. " I know this is a little weird but they gave me this and - are you allergic to peanuts by any chance?" She chuckled. " They said they needed to get rid of it so it's on the house, but I can't eat it. I kinda feel my throat closing up just holding it, so..." She smiled. Vanilla was a nice place, and she had taken to hanging around it often, but the staff seemed busier than usual; too busy to really pay attention when she refused the small plate of peanut butter pie that was set before her before the server walked off in a rush.
Lay was sprawled in his seat, eyes glued to his phone as he scrolled through Instagram. It annoyed him to see the images of his siblings pop up; their seemingly perfect lives always thrown in his face. With a sigh, he turned his phone face down on the table. It was only then did he notice the woman standing near him and he glanced around before turning his attention to her. "oh, me? sorry." he looked at the pie she held and felt his mouth begin to water. "well we don't want a medical emergency on our hands; i'll gladly take it." He moved his phone over and waited for her to put it on his table. "this may or may not be my third slice today." He told her all conspiratorially.
╰────── ( charlie rowe, cismale, he/him ) ⎯ layton “lay” blackwell has been a resident of roseton for his whole life . around the town , the twenty-eight year old residency doctor has been given the nickname, mr medic . i think it's because they are empathetic , but also self destructive .
❝ last night — it’s hard to explain to you — last night i dreamed that i was dreaming. could it be like that after death? t͟h͟e͟ d͟r͟e͟a͟m͟ o͟f͟ a͟ d͟r͟e͟a͟m͟ o͟f͟ a͟ d͟r͟e͟a͟m͟ o͟f͟ a͟ d͟r͟e͟a͟m͟. ❞
— 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁
full name : layton henry blackwell.
aliases : lay, mr. blackwell, doc, mr. medic.
gender & pronouns : cismale, he / him.
date of birth : 27 June, 1998.
age : twenty-eight.
orientation : pansexual.
occupation : residency doctor @ roseton hospital.
— 𝓅𝒽𝓎𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁
hair : brown.
eyes : brown; seemingly golden in the sunlight.
height : 5'9.
markings ( birthmarks, tattoos, scars, etcs ) : he has a few tattoos he got in college such as a heartbeat line tattoo on his wrist ( which looks a little wonky after his wrist surgery ) , a small cluster of forget-me-nots on the side of his right rib cage, and two swallows on his back right shoulder. he also has a couple scars from his car accident; surgical scars on his left leg and right wrist, a thin scar through his eyebrow and on his chin. tinier white scars on his hands and a few on his arms.
faceclaim : charlie rowe.
— 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁
positive : kind, empathetic, gentle, ambitious, hard-working, loyal, passionate, studious, driven, helpful.
negative : self-destructive, reckless, messy, workaholic, impulsive, guilt complex, melancholic, distant, tired.
mbti : infp.
enneagram : type 2 ( the helper ) .
alignment : neutral good.
temperament : phlegmatic-melancholic.
zodiac : cancer.
hobbies : reading, listening to spotify, bicycling, puzzles, napping, doom-scrolling his phone ( when he actually knows where it is ), drugs drugs drugs, dancing, late night walks, collecting fancy watches, swimming, hiking.
habits : mumbling to self, taps pens on desks, leaves lights on, forgets to take off gloves, will leave in the middle of a conversation, constantly loses his phone, always carries water, drugs drugs drugs.
secret : has been stealing narcotics from roseton hospital; where he currently is working out his residency and is owned by his family.
— 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎
tw: child abuse, drug use, car accident, death.
A family legacy can be hard to live up to; especially in Layton's case. A son born into the Blackwell family there was only one path forward for him. His life seemingly decided by the time he took his first breath. Layton's childhood was full of studying, of trying-to-hard, strict schedules and suffocating rules. Father was merciless and Mother was picture perfect silence. His life was not his own, it was Father's to mold and shape for the legacy that was the Blackwell legacy. He would be a doctor like his father before him, and his father before, and his father before.
He grew up with constant pressure, perfectionism beat into him, disappointment dripping from every word. The Blackwell Manor was a lonely one, no love or even like found in any corner of the house. Days spent waiting for Father at the hospital; Roseton hospital that had been in the family for generations. Layton never lived up to Father's expectations most of the time and his siblings constantly fought and antagonized each other. Father was their keeper and he watched them and surveilled them, but they worked tirelessly to have him be proud.
Years of torment and hostility within his family but outside of it? He was quiet smiles and helpful gestures. He got along well with most people as he was people-pleaser but never let anyone get too close ( Father was always watching ). Through school he was in many different friend circles, many cliques, many activities and sports but there wasn't many people who actually knew Layton in Roseton.
It wasn't until college that Layton began to open up to those around him. Being so far from Father's watchful eye, the pressure eased just enough for him to breathe. The expectation of becoming a doctor and carrying on the family legacy never disappeared, but for the first time in his life, he felt somewhat free. He found lifelong friends, stayed up too late studying and laughing over cheap takeout, and discovered that becoming a doctor wasn't just his family legacy but also quietly became his own dream too.
All his efforts paid off once he graduated and started his residency. He felt proud of himself and his father congratulated him for his years of study and success but tried to convince him to come back home to Roseton to do his residency at their family hospital there. He would not be swayed; Layton loved the city and he was going to stay. And stay he did for around two years before getting into a car accident that derailed most of his plans and took the life of one of his friends.
He went back home to recover from the incident; broken leg, broken wrist and a few ribs. Months and months of rehab and pain-relieving drugs and having to live in the same house as his family again and the overbearing weight of grief. It was hell on Earth; and it didn't take long for Layton to begin abusing narcotics. It helped with the pain, helped numb his emotions, and even when he recovered he still couldn't stop. When he resumed his residency at Roseton hospital, it was only that much easier acquiring drugs. A little here, a little forgery there; and he found an easy access stash. Sooner or later his bad choices would catch up to him.
— 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈
DARLING YOU’RE WITH ME FOREVER & ALWAYS
The sound of footfalls over root and rock, they would tear through the woods and climb the tallest trees. Their laughter grew saplings, belly-aching and completely contagious. Friends till the end, they’d say, hearts connected like roots, deep and dense. Comfortable silences, shoulders to cry on, the tightest hugs. To these people, who for whatever reason, stay by our sides.
WHO: closest friend ( 0 ) .
OH IS THERE SOMEONE ELSE OR NOT?
It used to be fun, used to be lovely, used to be giggles and sweet kisses and the gentlest of touches. They had something wonderful, but all things wither and die. A lingering gaze set elsewhere, an uncomfortable feeling of settling. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, or end up like it did. He tried, at first, but there sneaking suspicion of there being someone else always bubbled up.
WHO: ex ( 0 ) .
I’D WEAR YOUR HEART OUT LIKE A SYMBOL
Loneliness that creeps up like a monstrous beast, ready to drown you and rip you to shreds. Hearts that scream for someone to love them, to hold them, to whisper affections, anything. Hands that reach out for another, in hopes that this beast of intense and dark feelings could be abated if just for another night. Keep them at bay, our tattered and lonely hearts.
WHO: booty call ( 0 ) .
WE GOT SOME BRAND NEW TABLES ALL GLASS AND ITS FOUR FEET WIDE BUT ITS A MUST TO GET US TEN FEET HIGH
Weekends of bad ideas and time misremembered. Smoke filling a room, coughing and hacking and laughing. The “just one more” and the “chug, chug, chug!” ringing off the walls. Never sober, stumbling into each other, leaving the world behind. Nothing matters except the high, the buzz, the black out. Forget anything else, just take another hit.
WHO: bad influence ( 0 ) .
OTHER IDEAS : co-workers, rivals, patients, first love, a crush, someone who is suspicious of him still using perhaps, other familial bonds, etc, etc, etc.
*these are just some ideas, i am always up to plot for any type of connection for layton!*
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