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good morning ponyville
055/365
*throws this down and runs away*
Question for Hershel! What's it like staying on the Bostonius with Descole? Getting along with each other?
//congrats, you got a ficlet instead
"It seems fate would have it that our paths should cross once more… and just in the nick of time, by all appearances." Descole observed, crossing his arms as he studied the familiar figure before him. There on the sectional sat a one Professor Hershel Layton, blood trickling slowly down his face from a fresh wound on his cheek that Raymond was dutifully dabbing with a cotton ball covered in antiseptic solution. The man had chosen the same spot in which he had always sat the year prior during their previous adventures together, as if resuming right where they'd left off. It felt so familiar, so… normal, to see him there. And yet…
Despite the circumstances, the fellow archaeologist laughed softly in return to the masked man's statement, though the sound was rather weak. Descole wondered if that was due to the injury or the circumstance in which he now found himself. Both, perhaps, he mused with a frown. He doubted the man had ever wanted to see him again, and yet… here they now were: forced to share space as the proverbial elephant in the room loomed over both their heads.
"Indeed. I am not so sure that the outcome of that situation would have been as favorable had you not shown up when you did. Thank you-… Descole." Layton responded with seemingly sincere gratitude, though he lingered on the masked man's name, as if he had wanted to say something else instead but caught himself. Descole had a gut feeling that he knew what that something was.
"Yes, well… Let us not linger on the hypothetical," The scientist dismissed the statement quickly, as if trying to banish it from his own mind. Despite everything, the very possibility that he may not have reached Layton in time sickened him, his gaze fixed on the thin trail of blood slithering down his younger brother's face. It reminded him of too much. Too much to bear. He forced his eyes away, needing this exchange to move along. "You are welcome," He added in haste. Hershel responded by nodding slightly in wordless acknowledgment.
And then the silence fell, thick and weighty. It lingered for an uncomfortably long pause, broken only by the butler tending to the Professor's wound.
"... I will make some tea after I am finished here. Earl Grey, a splash of milk, no sugar if my memory is not mistaken?" He offered with tentative joviality, obviously attempting to break the tension.
"Ah, yes... That sounds lovely, Raymond. Thank you." Hershel graciously accepted. Raymond seemed satisfied with this answer, a smile on his face as he chuckled an affirmative. The costumed man shuffled lightly in place, pressing his thumb to the corner of his lips. That was when Hershel looked directly at him, meeting his eyes dead on despite the mask he wore. There was no searching. Layton knew the dead man's face that lay beneath. "Descole..." He began. The owner of the name in question lowered his hand and braced himself internally, readying for an uncomfortable confrontation.
"Whatever it is that you have to say, Layton-..." The scientist warned, tone gruff and unfriendly. He was clearly about to discourage the other from continuing, but paused suddenly. Something changed in his expression then, evidently causing him to reconsider as with a heavy sigh, his metaphorical hackles relaxed and he lowered his head in defeat. He didn't want to fight, but knowing Layton, he undoubtedly had a thousand questions, a thousand accusations. A finger to point a thousand times. After all of the suffering he'd caused, Descole surely owed him whatever closure he was seeking. "... Out with it. Let's get this over with."
The other man blinked once, then twice, studying the other for a moment. A small smile crept onto his features as a peculiar twinkle took up residence in his eyes. The corner of his mouth quirked up into something like a smirk. Descole frowned. He couldn't tell what this was, what this meant. Layton looked... amused. Was he toying with him? He hadn't thought that Hershel had it in him to be quite so cruel, if that were the case. He couldn't quite discern how that made him feel, knowing that they had that vice in common.
"Descole," Hershel's patient voice almost startled him, "I'm glad to see you again."
"I..." The masked man could feel an unfamiliar sort of panic rise in his chest. He felt vulnerable in a way he wasn't used to, confusion breeding fear at unprecedented speeds. He covered his mouth and looked away. After everything? How could you say that? "I don't... understand. What are you on about?" I used you. You can't be glad to see me.
"I was worried for you. After you disappeared, I thought..." Layton trailed off, letting the pause fill in the blank. He averted his gaze for a moment, closing his eyes. Descole's mouth hung open slightly, though no sound escaped.
Worried? You were worried about me? I never wanted you to worry. I wanted to avoid causing you more stress, more pain, more suffering...
"... So I decided to come find you. I had to know you were safe. I couldn't rest; I had to see you for myself." Professor Layton concluded.
"You... That's what brought you all the way out here?" Desmond's voice was thin.
"Yes."
"... I never meant to worry you, Layton."
Raymond stepped back after smoothing down medical tape securely to a square of gauze over the wound on the Professor's face. With a quick and silent bow, he retreated, leaving the two alone.
"You could have at least written a letter. I'm certain you have my address," Layton pointed out as he stood, facing the other man fully. He took a slow step toward him. His tone wasn't accusatory, merely an observation. Even so, Desmond felt like his ribcage was being stripped bare and pried open, leaving his organs vulnerable for any scavenger to pick apart if they wanted. When he didn't respond, Layton continued, standing still in place, looking right through Descole's measly mask with a straight face as he delivered his killing blow:
"Is there a reason you don't want me in your life, Desmond?"
"... I wanted you to be happy, brother."
in the curiosed village. straight up "solving it" and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. My puzzles
💖 Randall x Reader Headcanons 💖
• Velcro boyfriend. • He's always bringing you weird objects and artefacts, eager to engage in what you can only describe as show and tell. It brings him no end of joy if you actually pay attention to what he's saying and ask questions. He will answer them so happily. Please listen to him yap. • This man is strong (he WAS a farmer for years, after all) and he WILL pick you up. He loooves to hold his s/o, pick them up, spin them around, princess carry them- He'll take any excuse to have you in his arms! • You better bet he'll smother you in kisses while he's got ya there, he's not at all shy about it. • Gives the beeest hugs. Warm, tight, and snuggly. He might lift you off the ground and swing you a little before putting you back down. • Loves PDA. He's more than happy to show off his wonderful partner and how in love the two of you are—and how you're ALL his! They can't have ya!! You're his treasure—and, of course, he's yours! • Sleeping in the same bed can be a challenge. He snores, he clings, he flops all around like a fish out of water, he kicks off the blankets and the sheets, he drools, he mumbles and jabbers on nonsensically at random intervals... And yet, he always wakes up before you. • He wakes you up with pokes and kisses. You open your eyes to his big green eyeballs peering at you with unadulterated adoration and a big boyish smile on his face. "Good morning my love! Ready to start the day?" • He doesn't want to start it without you. • This man does everything in his power to entertain you and make you laugh. He's your clown. The sound of your laugh is music to his ears, the way you look when you're happy, the glimmer in your eyes when you look at him—these things are everything to him. When you're feeling down, he makes it his life's mission to chase those blues away. He's never making the same mistakes of his past again. • He showers you in gifts. Something catch your eye in a store window while you were walking by? It's yours. No questions asked. • It might be a little too much-! • You have to communicate with this man and tell him what you want, otherwise he'll keep trying everything. He gets the wires crossed a bit between what he thinks you'll like and what you actually like. • He has trouble taking hints. Don't beat around the bush, otherwise he'll overthink until there's smoke coming out of his ears. If you're vague, he'll read into everything you say then arrive at some WILDLY incorrect conclusion. Miscommunications will happen often if you aren't upfront. • He has boundless energy up until the end of the day. Then he crashes like a ten ton boulder sinking into the ocean. • He makes up puzzles just for you. You don't like puzzles...? Eh, you'll come around eventually! Hehehe... • If you act interested in them, it will be like giving a mouse a cookie. He'll start hiding them everywhere just for you to find. Consider them love notes, like tokens of his affection.
hersh :3
Should Professor Hershel Layton from the Professor Layton series join the tumblr found family?
Yeah!
Nope!
I don’t know if I feel like finishing the meme, at least not tonight, so here you go.