The nights have passed calmly enough for Lillian. She had found herself a small job cleaning a gym at nights and it paid enough for her to afford the basics of life. She had no luck for now in running into the man she had met that night but she knew well the city was so big but the world was smaller than people thought. If it was meant to happen it rightly would in its own time.
Tonight though would be a minor celebration. She was on her way to finding an apartment of her own and wanted to reward herself. With her work for the night done it left the streets fairly dark and the lights in the night were still visible. Not far from the gym was a small bakery she had become keen on since finding it. She had decided she would never accept something very sweet unless she had truly earned it so for tonight she had gotten herself a small roll of spiced bread.
She contently walked the streets as she nibbled away on her treat and tried her best to take the correct path home. She would still get lost from time to time but thankfully it was becoming less common. Though she seemed to waste a bit more time, waiting for the night to be darker so her trip across the wall would become easier. Her bouncing across was starting to be noticeable, the scant few guards from before had grown a bit and she knew if she wasn’t careful she would not get away with just a scratch.
At the thought her arm throbbed softly, shoving the bread nub into her mouth to free her hands and pull up her sleeve. She had done a modest job of wrapping up the small slice in her arm, a bullet coming closer than desired and barely biting into the flesh. For now her goal was to keep the bleeding from starting again. She rolled her sleeve back down, inhaling the rest of the bread, finding herself in a familiar place as she began to munch on it.
The window she had paused in front of reflected her face with the dim lights from inside. She had returned here a couple times, looking for apartments for rent or the odd chance of running into Cosimo again. Once the bread was gone she sighed at the loss and gazed in at the photos off apartments and houses. She had quite a way to go before she could afford any of them.
A Quiet Place (Cosimo)
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Cosimo had had no reason to return to the real estate. Where he had been looking, then, at a cabin, he had instead decided upon an apartment. It wasn’t even near the wilderness. It was actually quite close to the Quarantine Zone; leaning out from his balcony he could look over and see the wall. Could even see over it and into the decrepit streets beyond. They were mostly dark, except for the glow that always seemed to emanate from Corvidae Flats. Cosimo still didn’t understand why anyone would want to live in the Quarantine Zone. But each to their own.
The apartment was high up. The eighth floor had a good view of the city, too, toward the river. It was the perfect place, he thought. And he’d bought it with one thing in mind. Athena.
There had been no reason for him to buy an apartment outside of the Ivory Towers except to entertain people who were part of the family. He wanted there to be somewhere he could invite Athena. And the decision had worked well in his favour. Now, she stayed with him more often than she stayed elsewhere. And as much as he had bought the place as an excuse to be able to entertain those who were not family, thus far he had not invited anyone else inside except for the woman he loved. It was their sanctuary.
Athena had already left for the night; the wind played in Cosimo’s hair as he stood on the balcony. He could feel the chill in it. The snow would come soon. He could sense it. The city would look beautiful from up here, covered in snow. Turning away from the view, Cosimo went back inside to retrieve his jacket and the practical messenger bag that he slung over his shoulder. There were a few more gun parts that had been given to him, and he would go find the forge to try to craft something of worth.
He ended up on the street just outside the Quarantine Zone, though he headed away from it, heading toward Wickbridge station.
The apartment was high up. The eighth floor had a good view of the city, too, toward the river. It was the perfect place, he thought. And he’d bought it with one thing in mind. Athena.
There had been no reason for him to buy an apartment outside of the Ivory Towers except to entertain people who were part of the family. He wanted there to be somewhere he could invite Athena. And the decision had worked well in his favour. Now, she stayed with him more often than she stayed elsewhere. And as much as he had bought the place as an excuse to be able to entertain those who were not family, thus far he had not invited anyone else inside except for the woman he loved. It was their sanctuary.
Athena had already left for the night; the wind played in Cosimo’s hair as he stood on the balcony. He could feel the chill in it. The snow would come soon. He could sense it. The city would look beautiful from up here, covered in snow. Turning away from the view, Cosimo went back inside to retrieve his jacket and the practical messenger bag that he slung over his shoulder. There were a few more gun parts that had been given to him, and he would go find the forge to try to craft something of worth.
He ended up on the street just outside the Quarantine Zone, though he headed away from it, heading toward Wickbridge station.
