Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2019 6:23:46 GMT -5
The Downeaster Alexa
So I could own my Downeaster Alexa
And I go where the ocean is deep
There are giants out there in the canyons
And a good captain can't fall asleep
I got bills to pay and children who need clothes
I know there's fish out there but where God only knows
They say these waters aren't what they used to be
But I got people back on land who count on me
And I go where the ocean is deep
There are giants out there in the canyons
And a good captain can't fall asleep
I got bills to pay and children who need clothes
I know there's fish out there but where God only knows
They say these waters aren't what they used to be
But I got people back on land who count on me
It had been that time of the week where Eoin elected to put down his work, in order to go take care of an entirely different kind of business. Something that took him away from the Ministry, something that took him away even from The Spiny Serpent. Out to the different suburbs of London, to well kept street that house a clinic. He wasn't going in. Eoin had never set foot through those doors, though he knew just about everyone who worked there through careful research, and he also knew a few of the clients. Some might call them patients, and in this case, the older wizard was inclined to say that he agreed with the term in some respects. There was a bench opposite the front doors, right next to a coffee shop that he'd taken a strange liking to, and it was on this bench that he sat and waited, coffee in hand, frequently checking his watch and keeping an eye on the doors.
You see, when all else had failed when it had come to Van, in a fit of desperation, Eoin had found something that worked. That stuck. Much against his better judgement, the man had stepped in to the space the boy's father had left in his death in order to watch over both Van and his older sister Donna - though, he hadn't seen Donna in quite some time. They had never really interacted. But Van... Well, he saw Van every other week when he got up to merlin only knew what, as it always came back to Eoin's department, and the paperwork always hit his desk. Fines hadn't done anything to sway him. The threat of prison sentences had been too severe for the older bloke to dish out even though he knew it would o more than straighten Van out. He didn't have the heart to do it. He cared touch. So yes, to circle back to the point at hand, Eoin had accidentally stepped into a parental role because he now wanted what was best for Van, wanted to see him do better and live a life that he could actually enjoy and appreciate. A life where he didn't have to come into the Ministry every other week. A life where he could see the wizard out in the community for lunch or for a drink and hear how he was getting on, without the formalities of a large oak desk in the way that kept Eoin's hands tied.
His condition this time, his final threat for keeping Van out of prison, was the condition that Van started seeing a psychiatrist. Therapy as long overdue for him and while Ein had never personally allowed a shrink near him, he would probably benefit from it too. Of course, he couldn't trust Van's word that he'd go. He had to show up every single day that he had an appointment to see that he went, was in there for the allotted time, and came out with the staff and building they same way they'd been before he entered. And it seemed to be working. Every morning so far, he had seen Van and Van had seen him, he'd even given him a wave. Then afterwards, he either treated him to lunch or Van split to do his own thing. Today, however, Eoin wanted to have an actual conversation with him. He had heard through the grapevine that Cat was back on the scene and for reasons personal to himself that bothered him. He had decided that it was best to hear the truth from the source, and that was his plan for today.
Binning his takeout cup in the bin next to the bench, he waited until Van was outside and looking at him before he grinned and beckoned him over with his fingers. Yes, they were long overdue a chat. "If you keep this up, you might get me out of your hair permanently. Won't have to see keeping an eye on you anymore." His smile lessened a tad. He wasn't looking forward to that day anymore. Van had become like a son to him and he was more than just invested in his wellbeing. But Van was in his thirties, had his own life, and he probably only thought of him as a silver haired nuisance.
You see, when all else had failed when it had come to Van, in a fit of desperation, Eoin had found something that worked. That stuck. Much against his better judgement, the man had stepped in to the space the boy's father had left in his death in order to watch over both Van and his older sister Donna - though, he hadn't seen Donna in quite some time. They had never really interacted. But Van... Well, he saw Van every other week when he got up to merlin only knew what, as it always came back to Eoin's department, and the paperwork always hit his desk. Fines hadn't done anything to sway him. The threat of prison sentences had been too severe for the older bloke to dish out even though he knew it would o more than straighten Van out. He didn't have the heart to do it. He cared touch. So yes, to circle back to the point at hand, Eoin had accidentally stepped into a parental role because he now wanted what was best for Van, wanted to see him do better and live a life that he could actually enjoy and appreciate. A life where he didn't have to come into the Ministry every other week. A life where he could see the wizard out in the community for lunch or for a drink and hear how he was getting on, without the formalities of a large oak desk in the way that kept Eoin's hands tied.
His condition this time, his final threat for keeping Van out of prison, was the condition that Van started seeing a psychiatrist. Therapy as long overdue for him and while Ein had never personally allowed a shrink near him, he would probably benefit from it too. Of course, he couldn't trust Van's word that he'd go. He had to show up every single day that he had an appointment to see that he went, was in there for the allotted time, and came out with the staff and building they same way they'd been before he entered. And it seemed to be working. Every morning so far, he had seen Van and Van had seen him, he'd even given him a wave. Then afterwards, he either treated him to lunch or Van split to do his own thing. Today, however, Eoin wanted to have an actual conversation with him. He had heard through the grapevine that Cat was back on the scene and for reasons personal to himself that bothered him. He had decided that it was best to hear the truth from the source, and that was his plan for today.
Binning his takeout cup in the bin next to the bench, he waited until Van was outside and looking at him before he grinned and beckoned him over with his fingers. Yes, they were long overdue a chat. "If you keep this up, you might get me out of your hair permanently. Won't have to see keeping an eye on you anymore." His smile lessened a tad. He wasn't looking forward to that day anymore. Van had become like a son to him and he was more than just invested in his wellbeing. But Van was in his thirties, had his own life, and he probably only thought of him as a silver haired nuisance.
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