He had several 'houses' now, in a sense. Courier stations set up in most of the major cities, so that he had a place that was his own and safe to sleep in, with small living quarters usually built in above them. Room for a hammock, a bathroom, and a small kitchen. Enough for a couple of nights while he delivered and collected packages before heading off to the next stop in his route.
He even had two homes, technically. The one he'd grown up in that now belonged to his eldest sister, but where he would always be welcome; and the much nicer quarters above the Snowcloak Shipping Center. But he'd left the Seawright household because he needed a place to call his own, and he was so busy traveling that he didn't get to spend much time at his Snowcloak home.
Now... well. He'd never expected he'd find someone he wanted to share his space with. Not with his luck with romance and acting the fool over it. Looking down at the blueprints with Alys - a place built specially for them and not recycled from someone else's leftover dreams like his courier stations had all been - and leaning against her, there was the warm wonder that he'd found something better than the tongue-tied tension and lapdog desperation he'd always chased before. This was... nothing easy to put into words, but when he was with Alys he felt calm, and sure, and steady. And most of all, happy. Not with the giddy madness of puppy love, but with the bone-deep trust and affection for someone who knew him and all his many flaws, and accepted him anyways.
And she wanted to stick around with him and build a future together!
A future they both needed to survive, and that meant staying as safe as they could. He couldn't help but be a little anxious about it - and her. The high-strung courier wasn't happy unless he had something to worry about. But he forced himself to take a breath and step back, letting the trust he felt for her push back the shadows. "Welcome, Alys," he murmured, relaxing into her hug as a soft smile played over his face, lighting him up from within. "Always."
~Fin~
He even had two homes, technically. The one he'd grown up in that now belonged to his eldest sister, but where he would always be welcome; and the much nicer quarters above the Snowcloak Shipping Center. But he'd left the Seawright household because he needed a place to call his own, and he was so busy traveling that he didn't get to spend much time at his Snowcloak home.
Now... well. He'd never expected he'd find someone he wanted to share his space with. Not with his luck with romance and acting the fool over it. Looking down at the blueprints with Alys - a place built specially for them and not recycled from someone else's leftover dreams like his courier stations had all been - and leaning against her, there was the warm wonder that he'd found something better than the tongue-tied tension and lapdog desperation he'd always chased before. This was... nothing easy to put into words, but when he was with Alys he felt calm, and sure, and steady. And most of all, happy. Not with the giddy madness of puppy love, but with the bone-deep trust and affection for someone who knew him and all his many flaws, and accepted him anyways.
And she wanted to stick around with him and build a future together!
A future they both needed to survive, and that meant staying as safe as they could. He couldn't help but be a little anxious about it - and her. The high-strung courier wasn't happy unless he had something to worry about. But he forced himself to take a breath and step back, letting the trust he felt for her push back the shadows. "Welcome, Alys," he murmured, relaxing into her hug as a soft smile played over his face, lighting him up from within. "Always."
~Fin~
