false freedom {{ stocking; closed
{Ā ā } ā NotĀ a single city was spared by the wreckage. If a war could even tear apart limbo there was no telling how far the destruction spanned. The situation was most dire, yet no amount of devastation could ever make the prospect of arranged marriage seem appealing
āApartment 1.010 withāā
āDonāt even, just give me the paper. Hearing it will just make it worse.ā The womanās already sour expression only pulled into more of a scowl as she begrudgingly handed off the sheet to the angel. There was no avoiding it now, this predicament was very much real.
Confrontation was inevitable and as much as one side of her wanted to avoid arriving at her new residence at all costs, the more logical side led her straight to that dreaded place. Upon entering she was relieved to be greeted by an empty home.
Stocking reveled in her solitude for a moment before moving further into the apartment to explore the different rooms. During her expedition she found that there were only two beds in the home. Ā It was clear one was for the āmarried coupleā and the other for their supposed child. Her nose crinkled at the thought of having to sleep with a stranger. Entertaining such a thing made her think about her sister. Panty of all people would be perfectly content with something so obscene, but the celestial siblings could not be more different.
Upon further investigation Stocking made the most shocking discovery yet after rummaging through the kitchen. Besides the fact that there was absolutely no sweet treat in site, both the cabinets and refrigerator were completely empty.
āFuckā¦ā
They had been given money after receiving their housing information but the amount was hardly enough to buy groceries. Soon after there was the crashing realization that she was thinking an awful lot like a house wife, which was enough to frighten her out of the brief panic. She would go out and buy whatever she pleased for herself, and only herself.
Leaving the apartment also gave her an excuse to stall the fateful encounters she would have with her newly appointed family. Yet, when she opened the door to begin her shopping escapade she was met with the aforementioned dilemma. A man, a good deal taller than her, stood before her. Her gaze fell on tufts of snow white hair, framing a surprisingly handsome face.
The young woman was a bit shocked by his sudden appearance but she recovered quickly enough to respond accordingly. āYes, and you are probably Fenris. Why donāt we do this whole awkward first meeting thing while walking? Thereās nothing to see in here, weāre completely out of food and weāre going to have a whining brat on our hands before we know it.ā
Fenris sighed and pushed his hair back, revealing three white dots on his forehead to match the markings on his chin and neck. His hair fell back over his forehead, and he nodded. "I don't suppose you have an umbrella? It's raining." Lightly pushing aside the angel with a gloved hand, he stepped in and wrung his shirt, leaving a small puddle of water on the floor.
The place was... homely, that's for sure. He had noticed that there were only two beds, and wrinkled his nose. He would have to take to sleeping on the couch or even on the floor.
There were many things in the house he didn't recognize, but he would ask his new 'bride' about them later. For now, he busied himself with looking for an umbrella or parasol.
The elf looked back at Stocking, quirking an eyebrow. "I don't suppose you plan on helping me look for one? If that is the case, you can get soaked to the bone yourself."
Sighing to himself, Fenris could only feel a sense of dread. Something about this petite, young woman seemed... pompous. Not quite like nobility, but not quite like a magister. Certainly, their attitudes would clash if he was right on the mark about her. Like she was some feminine form of the abomination, and less ugly. She at least got points for that. Fenris never knew anyone who fit the term 'completely unattractive' quite like Anders.
Still... He would have to live with this woman for the rest of his life. Even though the idea irritated him, he would have to make nice with both her and their supposed 'child'.
After looking through their little apartment in a matter of a couple of minutes, Fenris opened a hall closet, revealing a few winter coats and... an umbrella. He blew out a sigh of relief and picked it up before going to hand it off to Stocking.
"Hold this. I am going to change into something warmer." With this, he quickly made his way to their bedroom, already pulling off his shirt... Though he was greeted by a feeling of unease, so he quietly shut the door. It would do him no good for her to see the extent of his markings. It would be best if she knew little to nothing about them... But, if worst came to worst, he would talk to her about them and leave it at that.
After changing into some dry clothes and pulling on a new pair of gloves (which, thankfully, he had four pairs ready for him), he made his way back out and looked back down at the angel. "Are you ready?"
... He would definitely have to practice not sounding so cold.
