“To be fair I think everyone here should avoid meat, I like a good T-bone every once in a while but I doubt that the trash cycle would be nice to it.” His shed wasn’t that far from here, taking the place on the island that most benefited his needs and kept him away from the “bustling” town life.
It was better built than most too, resembling more of a traditional house then what most of the run-down buildings near the pier did.
“By the way.” Activating the metal door to enter his area, Varian glanced over his shoulder with a cocky grin. “I joked about the rotten apple.” Once inside the vast take of land, one could see the beginnings of a very successful farming area, a few trees lining up on the side of the dirt path holding fresh apples, pears and peaches.
“For the record, I magic proof every inch of this warehouse and have traps laid out everywhere as well as have cameras that I can access to even when I’m not here so, don’t try to steal my food.”
Reaching for an apple up on the tree, Varian plucked the reddest, juiciest apple his gloved hands could reach.
“I promise not all of them are poisoned.”
❛❛ why would i need to steal your food? i know how to grow my own, how else would i survive? of course mine isn’t as... pretty as this, but c'est comme ça . when you have little boys running around your home you can’t keep things nice and orderly . ❜❜
she does seem to be, somewhat in awe of her surroundings. it reminds her of the few years she had before being forced to the isle. green and beautiful and warmth.
❛❛ makes me miss home, they didn’t find me or my mother till i was five, so i remember the forest over there. the trees, the breeze..flowers. everything this dreadful little place doesn’t have. i miss it sometimes, i get tired of seeing constant greys all the time. ❜❜
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