false freedom {{ stocking; closed
The last thing he remembered was her soft voice, a horrible heat around him, and a silky, red strip of fabric floating just a finger's length away from his grasp.
The woman across the counter slid a key and a pair of leather gloves to him, along with a map. With a pen, she circled an apartment building. She was speaking, surely, but Fenris could hear nothing. His ears were ringing. He wanted to go home. Despite this thought, he slipped the gloves on over his bare hands. Where was his armor?
"Got that? You're in Apartment 1.010."
The elf nodded. "Yes." This was the first he'd heard of it, really.
"If you ever have any questions, feel free to contact us at the Sanctuary. Our number is at the bottom of your map."
Number? He didn't want to think about it. The elf could only wordlessly leave the building. His mind was so fogged up. Everything felt so... confusing, unclear. His skin throbbed with pain, as if he had been sleeping for weeks.
The walk to his apartment was not a long one, though rain was pouring down from the sky. Needless to say, when he arrived in the building, he was soaked. His cream colored, long sleeved shirt was now almost see-through, and clung to his torso. His white hair was damp and bits of it stuck to his forehead due to the moisture. Damn it all.
Thankfully, his new 'home' was on the first floor. Apartment 1.010... He lifted his paper, showing his map and other information. A few names stood out on the paper... From this day forward, Fenris would be married to a woman named Stocking, and he had a daughter named Wadanohara.
Strange names, even for humans... If that's what they were. Perhaps he would meet more elves, or maybe even dwarves.
Stopping in front of a door, the elf looked back at his paper. This was Apartment 1.010. After fishing the key out of his pocket, he held it to the knob, ready to unlock the door when...
Before him stood a woman with long, candy colored hair and equally striking eyes... A light aqua color that contrasted greatly to his forest green. Her skin was rather pale in comparison to his. She was rather small, but she had... larger features in a certain place, that's for sure. This woman was beautiful, really. But he would never admit that. Fenris looked down at her, unsure of what to think. Still, he couldn't hold back a bitter scowl.
This had to be his new bride.
"... And you are Stocking?"
