CRInktober 2020 Day #23
Home: Alone
(Fic for @crinktober’s 2020 prompt list)
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It was a nice house—
—It was bigger than any place the small-town alchemist had ever dreamed of living in, bigger than the biggest place in all of Felderwin! (Which, made feel very small, indeed.) And it was nice, too—as well as nicely furnished, thanks to all of the gold that Veth and her friends somehow had. (Seriously, how?! With all the money she’d sent in those strange parcels before he knew she was alive, he’d have thought that the group would be broke by now, but apparently that was just her share?)
It was a nice house—
—So, it as a little strange: a rooftop garden lit by magic globes and topped with a massive tree of all things (but, hey, at least it gave him something to take care of while Veth and the others were off doing gods-knew-what in this dark, scary place), and a hot tub in the basement, of all things (which, sadly, seemed to require magic from at least one of the group’s casters to operate. Damn, that would’ve been nice.)
It was a nice house—
—But it was sparse, barely furnished before all (but one) of its new occupants were gallivanting off again; not yet lived-in enough to lose the feeling of a museum (or a tomb); kitchen socked enough for a few days (if he was clever), but not all that many (and he did not want to leave to go shopping in this city of monsters and dark elves); and out of every window, views of a—beautiful, yes—but dark, strange, and unfamiliar city. (He was also occasionally hit by the brief but unshakable feeling that he was being watched.)
It was a nice house—
—But Yeza wanted to go home.
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(Also on AO3, with my other ficlets—including last year’s)
