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hashbrown batter // venti&xiao Feb 25, 2021 20:27:09 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2021 20:27:09 GMT -5

Good morning! Ah, there's so much in store for today, I spent all of yesterday in town, using the mayor's phone to dial up the Village in Two. The ambassador there has been in touch with me- well, more so just keeping me in the loop. Things are changing and I have to sign off on it, but if I'm honest, my eyes are glazed over and I'm agreeing to it all.

What's the worst that can happen? Ha! Well.

Actually, there's some options, but I have a good vibe on it. Currently the village is so empty, it's calm and pretty, grace in the stillness- I'm sick of it! There's no change, you know what's the worst way to get mold? Still water, there's got to be change. Right now it's population: a few, uhh, I don't know the exact number. It's written down somewhere, between contracts and bargains, there's an astrologist in the midst of it all trying to get free housing.

Might just happen! She's got a big set of- uhh, eyes. "Xiao!!" I bang on his door in the morning, coffee breath catching between me and the oak door. Our cottage smells like fresh lament and a wet closet, I think there's a leak because whenever it rains, the smell gets worst. His mug is hot in my hand, I hold it from the top and the heat's cooking my palm; "there's a beautiful morning just waiting to be seen, come on!"

Truth be told, I just need his help today. Alatus sleeps in most days - I think - either that, or his room is empty. I don't open his door until he tells me, no response means I just go on about my day without him. Some people need alone time, not me, but some people. There's an upbeat cacophony in the way the sunrises, that chorus of ultraviolets -- if it rises each day, I can find a way to enjoy it.

"I'm bribing you with almond coffee through the door," I say, maybe it'll help with the soggy smell.

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hashbrown batter // venti&xiao Feb 26, 2021 3:00:05 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker kelsier on Feb 26, 2021 3:00:05 GMT -5

x i a o .

"Myself and I
We were born in a fiery rage,
not out of love
Oh, why?"

It's still strange to wake up to weak sunlight brushing its fingers across the foot of the bed. There were so many mornings spent waking in stifling darkness, my body always tired from the lack of light. At first, it was difficult to sleep in the cabin, it was too bright.

Now I sleep with the window wide open. I like being woken up by the sun, by the quiet of the woods outside the window and sometimes, Venti, still toiling at something at half-five in the morning.

They've got energy to spare- so I take it. I spend evenings stretched out on the living room floor in frnt of the french doors and Venti steps over me as they putter. I caught them the other night though, a hand around their ankle to keep them in place for a moment. I've known Venti for only a few months, but I've already learned they never stay still.

I lived regimented all my life, my schedule set for me at first until I became good at keeping myself busy. My day had been set from waking to the moment I'd fall onto my bunk, exhausted. I couldn't think, living like that. Here, there's nothing. I could sleep until eleven if I wanted to. But I can't.

I always wind up dreaming.

Or I wait.

Venti stops outside my door most mornings. Sometimes they knock, sometimes they don't and I just sit on the end of my bed, a hand on the bandage around my torso. I know it's my job then to tell them to come in but I never do. There's a hesitency there, to be cared for, as if I don't know how to.

Maybe it's kind of embarrassing.

I'm meditating when their voice pushes through the heavy wood of my door. They speak with a gentleness that I'm still getting used to. In the Detention Centre, there wasn't any sound that hopeful.

"Enter," I say and extend my hand, palm open in front of me, "Coffee first."