sortinghat_logs | I got a nail in my head and I know that I'm gone

WHO: Rhys Rhydderch, Kurloz Makara, Dolores Maryam
TONE: All over the place
RATING: R
WHEN: Various times during the holidays
WHERE: Rhys's goat farm in northern Wales
WHAT: Summer visits
STATUS: Ongoing

Rhys's farm in northern Wales is multiple acres of rolling green pastures, cut through by stone fences, bounded on one side by forest, cliffs on the other two. It's incredibly isolated, only accessible through floo, or a winding, rocky little road. Normally Rhys spends the summers alone here, with his herd of goats and his other, more private work, but this summer he's invited not one but two people to stay.

His son, for as long as he'd like, though he doubts Kurloz's mother will allow very long. His lover, for more limited stays, but whenever she'd like, or as time permits. The great stone house by the pastures has several guest rooms set up (though of course Dolores is welcome to stay in the potion's professor's room), a large, airy kitchen, a living area with a generous hearth and big, rather old (yet still soft) couches, as well as several small side rooms. Rhys does the majority of his art and potions work out in one of the barns, but there are a few bits and pieces around the farmhouse, too.

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"It was only for chores - I didn't think you'd be interested in milking goats or feeding them," Rhys explained, turning his head briefly to nuzzle at her neck before going back to milking the impatient looking doe. He had a firm but gentle touch with her, as he did with the entire herd - the man tended to treat his goats more like treasured pets or even people than simple farm animals.

"Perhaps I might have been," she retorted, but she smiled regardless - he was right, really. She would have only come along to keep him company. Not that having his company outside of school was anything to scoff at.

She remained standing behind him, watching the gentle way he handled the animal. Sometimes, it was difficult to believe the things she knew full well that he was capable of... The things she knew, yet stayed by his side in spite of.

While she waited for him to finish she let her hand rest on his shoulder, her thumb drawing light, firm circles against it.

He smiled to himself, and when he was done, he leaned over and murmured something unintelligible in the goat's ear, then patted her on the shoulder and pulled the pail out from under her, letting her trot off back to the herd. He looked up at Dolores then, his smile broadening a little as he leaned back against her.

"I was almost worried you might find this too domestic. It's not exactly exciting out here." At least, not the kinds of things he'd let her see. And he's put his other activities on hold, while she's present.

"I do lead a rather domestic life when not at school," she reminded him, leaning forwards a little to press a kiss to his cheek. "But I must admit, this is far more provincial than anything I would have expected from you."

It's certainly charming, in a rustic way, and one she can definitely appreciate.

"It's how I was raised - on a farm. Not all purebloods are the wealthy and social elite," he said, and he rose to his feet, turning to face her and then wrapping an arm around her waist to tug her in for a proper kiss.

"Well--" He did have this way of interrupting her with kisses - not that she minded in the least. Her arms came up around his shoulders, and she returned it readily.

"... Well," she tried again, laughing softly. "I do believe that many of the ones that are would have the rest of us think that."

"Idiots and bigots," Rhys said, waving a hand dismissively. "Have you had breakfast?"

She chuckled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing - really, her prime example of a pureblood is Murdoc, and despite his nature she's found herself growing increasingly fond of him.

"I do not require it," she reminded him, showing her canines in a brief smile. "But I may grab a bite later..."

He tipped his head to the side, smirking as his long hair slipped down his back, exposing the long, slightly stubbled column of his throat. "Yes, I was offering, annwyldeb."

"Mm, I know..." But it was still strange to her to have someone so willing, and she didn't want to begin relying on blood in the way some of her kind did. There were other ways that she was far more content in employing.

"Have you eaten? I may not require it now, but I can still cook."

"Not yet, but you're my guest, I can hardly allow you to cook if you can't even eat it yourself," Rhys pointed out. "It would be incredibly rude."

"Allow me?" She chuckled, shaking her head and taking one of his hands in hers, lifting it up to press a kiss to one knuckle.

"It would be my pleasure. I enjoy cooking. Besides.. if I am to take your suggestion, the least I might do is feed you first."

He arched an eyebrow. "A fair point. All right, if you really want to. It's been a very long time since I've had a woman cook for me - I imagine you're quite good at it."

He brushed off his hands on his pants and picked up the bucket of goat's milk to carry back into the house.

"I have had plenty of time to practice," she told him with a chuckle, following him into the house. Once inside, she was quick to make her way to the kitchen and begin poking around in the cupboards.

"What would you like, or shall I simply see what I find?"

"I'm not picky. I believe there's some sausage in the ice box, I usually make my biscuits from scratch, fresh eggs ... really, whatever strikes your fancy."

He took the jug from the cupboard to pour the fresh milk into, then spelled it away to send off to market later.

I got a nail in my head and I know that I'm gone

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