as I arrived I thought I saw you leaving, carrying your shoes
Soren let her talk. He leaned against a questionable support beam with arms folded, tail flicking lazily as Aithne darted ahead of him, pointing and gesturing and seeing things that did not yet exist. His expression stayed very him with brows knit, mouth tilted into that familiar sharp line; but, his eyes tracked everything she indicated. The nook. The open space. The way the light moved, even filtered through grime and neglect.
When she mentioned the roof, he snorted quietly. "At some point, she says," he muttered, chuckling as he started already mentally cataloguing materials, labor, how long it would take them to get enough money to pay someone to fiz it before it became a real problem.
Pushing off the beam, finally, he followed her down the hall, boots scraping softly against the creaking floor. When she claimed the north-facing room, he nodded once, unsurprised. Of course she wanted the light. Of course she’d already placed furniture in her head. When she gestured to the darker room his tail stilled. "Hmm," He stepped inside, gaze sweeping the shadows. Private. A corner the world wouldn’t pry into so easily. "Yeah," he said after a moment. "That’ll do."
When she finished and spun toward him, practically glowing, his shoulders lifted in a small shrug. "You’re not wrong," he admitted, voice gruff. "It’s a mess. It’s going to be a lot of work. And if the roof caves in, I’m saying I told you so." His mouth twitched. "Buuuuuut," he drew the word out, reaching out to tap the wall with his knuckles, solid beneath the rot, "it’s got good bones. And it’s yours." His emerald gaze flicked back to her, steady and certain. "So yeah. Perfect enough"
When she mentioned the roof, he snorted quietly. "At some point, she says," he muttered, chuckling as he started already mentally cataloguing materials, labor, how long it would take them to get enough money to pay someone to fiz it before it became a real problem.
Pushing off the beam, finally, he followed her down the hall, boots scraping softly against the creaking floor. When she claimed the north-facing room, he nodded once, unsurprised. Of course she wanted the light. Of course she’d already placed furniture in her head. When she gestured to the darker room his tail stilled. "Hmm," He stepped inside, gaze sweeping the shadows. Private. A corner the world wouldn’t pry into so easily. "Yeah," he said after a moment. "That’ll do."
When she finished and spun toward him, practically glowing, his shoulders lifted in a small shrug. "You’re not wrong," he admitted, voice gruff. "It’s a mess. It’s going to be a lot of work. And if the roof caves in, I’m saying I told you so." His mouth twitched. "Buuuuuut," he drew the word out, reaching out to tap the wall with his knuckles, solid beneath the rot, "it’s got good bones. And it’s yours." His emerald gaze flicked back to her, steady and certain. "So yeah. Perfect enough"
Soren
decided that once again I was just dreaming of bumping into you
