Down the stairs, he held a bag of groceries. Freshly bought from the store, even though he had strange glances stolen from him. Non that he minded - Alistair already knew what they had expected to become of something like him. Somewhere in the camp, six feet below. He's already been there, however. So it seems that their wishes were granted true! Holding his newly bought products, he skipped up the steps to Merina's house.
The butterfly 'sorceress', as the.. Guards called her - she was lovely. In the platonic sort of sense. The friendly way. He didn't mind much, but he did remember something. While he was specifically told 'not to go this way', he did, anyways. Though, for better reason than last time. The Avanthar looked around himself - spotting any spying neighbors, or the watching eye, or anything. Alistair, afterwards, had gotten onto a knee. Taking out a lock-pick and began his work.
It was warmer than his own home, as he expected. Warmer than the air outside. Warmer than his own home.
That warmth wasn't going to stay there forever. A thought that had always haunted him, since his eyes began to glitter a brilliant green. The friendship he had with everyone had become un-valuable, and any trust he had built up has already been thrown into the trash. Months and months of attempting to befriend Silven were wasted by.. Something he didn't cause.
Was it his fault he got like this? Had his self-loathing, really.. Changed the way his body works? Maybe so. He didn't have an idea, he didn't want to blame himself for it at all. Half the time he was forced to rethink his attempts at - regaining their trust, caring for them - putting up with their mildly cruel jokes and attitudes -. It wouldn't last, anyways.
Supposed to put up some sort of predatory role amongst his closest friends - what a fate! What a -.
And the door unlocked. Without any hesitance he moved inside. Looking towards the staircase, he closed the door behind him. Alistair raised a hand to cup one side of his mouth around, calling for upstairs. " Hola, cat! "
He's greeting the goddamn cat. He faced that fact with certain neutrality - jesting to himself that it was just a polite gesture. How about he just tries making friends with it? He wandered upstairs, grinning. He attempted to spot the cat, his palm still covering one side of his mouth as he began to coo -- cat noises echoing throughout the especially empty building. Until he eventually.. Got a Meow back! He can't be sure if it were an actual reply back to him, or calling him out as an annoyance. With a light jest - he made his way towards the shelves on the lower floors.
He grabbed a plate, grabbing into the bag of groceries to simply slap down a fish onto it. Salmon! Cats love salmon, right? They do now. Besides it would be yet another one - a bowl of water. He didn't find cats to be entertaining, really. Moreso something to look at all day, until you get bored. They don't do anything with a person, just go about their days, not doing anything to fun, but they're content with that anyways. Alistair, who, ended up watching the cat go around their business - had snapped out of his daydreamining. Leaning down to nonchalantly pet it. Maybe he could make it do tricks!
" ... Paw! " Alistair stuck out his hand, awaiting some sort of reply - but was met with a sleepy meow of a yawn. He puffed air out from between his lips, still seemingly entertained by the cat. He took it's paw, and placed it in his own hand. Showing it to the little kitty afterwards - " Paw! " Before putting the poor cat's paw down. With that, he made his way back towards the back to pick it up, and begin un-stocking it. " Wait, where is the -, she doesn't, okay. " Placing it where he thinks it should go, and eventually fixing it back up. Since he remembered that Merina lacked a kitchen.
Eventually, he's not going to be able to do this anymore. In fact, he probably shouldn't be doing this. Merina's away with someone else that she loves - and he can't help but be slightly bitter it was to a pretentious corpse-looking boy. But - he can't be mad right now. Maybe he could've, when his eyes were blue. But everything he does - every crack in the bottle, can lead to devastating consequences merely because of his eyes. And maybe four days without magic. He couldn't wrap his head around how it was so drastic -- he wasn't killing anyone. He wasn't hurting anyone! He can just grab someone's arms to do the.. The thing!
But it wouldn't be enough. Eventually he's going to have to accept that this is going to be. One of the rare moments he could be in someone's house, alone. That someone trusted him enough to probably not get mad at him for cleaning their house for him - as he dusted the table, he thought alone. And he's.. Going to have to just accept that. That he can't be friends with the people he's trusted for long, for something so.. Trivial? Even Tulio doesn't trust him anymore. And the peace he wanted wasn't going to come in this form at all. He needed to move on, he can't let himself be hurt constantly when he tries to keep surviving in a body that ate souls. Funny how that happened, since he's not sure if he had a soul himself! Ahahah.
In the end, he hasn't come to a conclusion. Just constant worry - just waiting for that line to snap - waiting for one of them to just.. Kill him. Or at least try. And then, everything he built up will be ruined.
And there wouldn't be anything he could do about it.
At all.
Alistair finished cleaning Merina's house in a couple of hours.
update: most of this is outdated due to alistair's voided witchblood infection.
@AtticCat @Icaruscien @ShipIt update: most of this is outdated due to alistair's voided witchblood infection.
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