There are some tasks one attempts because there comes a time to get them done. Because one has thought about it (and often stared at it, or stepped over it, or pushed it out of the way) long enough. Sometimes, the time does actually come to do what one has been putting off.
Lemm wishes he hadn't started.
He especially wishes it now, picking his way through and over the strew of stuff currently sitting in his corridor.
Well, the corridor. But really it's his corridor, being that it's not as if anyone else comes through here unless they're selling to him. Or they're the Knight, visiting. The corridor is as much a part of his staked claim to the shop it leads to, and he likes it clear of stuff. It is entirely cluttered with stuff right now and as he snags his damp beard on a particularly spiky storage vase and lacks the free hands to unhook himself (one full of metal hatstand, one full of crowbar) he deeply wishes he never started.
The thing is he kind of forgot on his way back. There was a lot going on. But he'd stepped out for a moment, to get some fresh air (ha, right) and have a break from this, just a short one. Only he'd gotten distracted and gone hunting for more stuff, hadn't he. And then the Lord of Shades suddenly made their appearance and that had been even more of a distraction, and now he's home, and he's just... not in the mood any more.
He is no longer in the mood for this task, now, only he's started and he wishes he hadn't.
Lemm rattles into his shop, sets down the hat stand, and snatches his beard loose of the pointy vase. He turns around and surveys the task Past Lemm has laid out for him. He calls Past Lemm a few historically-stimulating names in his head. He jabs the crowbar into a porcelain umbrella stand he forgot he had.
He disappears into the back and feels an unpleasant jolt when he makes it all the way to the stove without having to lift his knees. Sensibly, he makes himself a pot of tea. Less sensibly, he goes and stands in the curtained doorway to drink it, which means he gets to stare at the mess the whole time.
No time like the present, he thinks when he's done with his tea. Then he procrastinates by pouring himself another one, and then he sets that aside to get forgotten about and makes a start.
Time passes agonisingly slowly as he manages to talk himself out of several decisions. Because the umbrella stand, well, he needs that, now that he's reminded of it. And the vase can stay, it's got a mark of authenticity on it, never mind who from - did he put something in it? Ah, well, it's full of something, he'll pry the stuck lid later. Anyway a spare set of shelves is useful, he's putting that right back where he got it, just as soon as he cleans the floor back there.
...
A rather agitated Relic Seeker disappears again. This time he takes a set of tools with him.
He returns after some time with an adjustable bar stool, complete with the pins used to anchor it to the floor of the bar he got it from, and a few suitably fetching pillows. He spends some time polishing the hat stand, and the base of the stool, until both are free of tarnish and City-of-Tears-typical tear-stains.
Time passes slowly, but it passes. The mess stays where it is. Eventually, Lemm decides he's had enough. He kicks some of it out of the way just enough that the door can close properly, and then he irritably retires to bed.
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Date: 2023-06-05 07:41 pm (UTC)Lemm wishes he hadn't started.
He especially wishes it now, picking his way through and over the strew of stuff currently sitting in his corridor.
Well, the corridor. But really it's his corridor, being that it's not as if anyone else comes through here unless they're selling to him. Or they're the Knight, visiting. The corridor is as much a part of his staked claim to the shop it leads to, and he likes it clear of stuff. It is entirely cluttered with stuff right now and as he snags his damp beard on a particularly spiky storage vase and lacks the free hands to unhook himself (one full of metal hatstand, one full of crowbar) he deeply wishes he never started.
The thing is he kind of forgot on his way back. There was a lot going on. But he'd stepped out for a moment, to get some fresh air (ha, right) and have a break from this, just a short one. Only he'd gotten distracted and gone hunting for more stuff, hadn't he. And then the Lord of Shades suddenly made their appearance and that had been even more of a distraction, and now he's home, and he's just... not in the mood any more.
He is no longer in the mood for this task, now, only he's started and he wishes he hadn't.
Lemm rattles into his shop, sets down the hat stand, and snatches his beard loose of the pointy vase. He turns around and surveys the task Past Lemm has laid out for him. He calls Past Lemm a few historically-stimulating names in his head. He jabs the crowbar into a porcelain umbrella stand he forgot he had.
He disappears into the back and feels an unpleasant jolt when he makes it all the way to the stove without having to lift his knees. Sensibly, he makes himself a pot of tea. Less sensibly, he goes and stands in the curtained doorway to drink it, which means he gets to stare at the mess the whole time.
No time like the present, he thinks when he's done with his tea. Then he procrastinates by pouring himself another one, and then he sets that aside to get forgotten about and makes a start.
Time passes agonisingly slowly as he manages to talk himself out of several decisions. Because the umbrella stand, well, he needs that, now that he's reminded of it. And the vase can stay, it's got a mark of authenticity on it, never mind who from - did he put something in it? Ah, well, it's full of something, he'll pry the stuck lid later. Anyway a spare set of shelves is useful, he's putting that right back where he got it, just as soon as he cleans the floor back there.
...
A rather agitated Relic Seeker disappears again. This time he takes a set of tools with him.
He returns after some time with an adjustable bar stool, complete with the pins used to anchor it to the floor of the bar he got it from, and a few suitably fetching pillows. He spends some time polishing the hat stand, and the base of the stool, until both are free of tarnish and City-of-Tears-typical tear-stains.
Time passes slowly, but it passes. The mess stays where it is. Eventually, Lemm decides he's had enough. He kicks some of it out of the way just enough that the door can close properly, and then he irritably retires to bed.