Post by Elijah Theron Fleming on Nov 1, 2021 17:46:34 GMT -7
only dust settles.
june 27th 2026THOUGH THE PUFF PALACE WAS NOT MUCH TO BE seen on the outside, it was important not to judge a book by its cover. Not that Eli would know of course, he never did read these days - unless forced by his mentor, and even then it was more of a cursory skim. Inside, Puff Palace was an eclectic collection of personalities. A mish-mash space, cluttered with bric-a-brac and little notions of each residents individual hobbies. Eli loved it, the cosiness of tripping over shoes and coats. Of fighting over notes on the fridge and who left that glass on the edge of the draining board, causing a great scramble of broken glass when the washing machine was on.
He hadn't meant to end up at Puff Palace, of course. Eli's dad had told him to stay for a couple of years, finish his internship and get a 'proper job' before he looked at flats. But, it had gotten so uncomfortable to live there that Eli had begun to sleep at the reservation. More than once he had kipped on a hay stack in a smelly paddock. Eventually, after gluing himself to Cordie's hip, he'd found his way to the bottom of her bed. From there, in true Puff fashion, they had taken great pity on him and when a room had become free Eli had seamlessly cemented his position as a fellow Palace peasant. His room, of course, was not as comfortable as Cordie's.
Sleep rumpled, Eli practically sleep-walked to Cordie's room around noon. Two cups of tea balanced precariously in his clumsy hands. He'd stumbled home from a night shift at the reservation, slept fully clothed atop his covers in a restless heap, and then awoke chilled and lonely. He was not very good at making tea, but Eli liked to think he was getting better. At least, he hoped. Lifting each mug to sip at the overfilled edge, Eli used his socked feet to knock on Cordie's door. Two clumsy knocks with his heel, before he used it to open the door gently.
"I brought tea..." Eli whispered, edging a lazy head around the doors corner, messy hair falling into his eyes blindly. "At least, I think it's tea." He joked, inserting his shoulders into the room and then the rest of him in a slow, tentative crawl. Plenty of time for Cordie to banish him, should she decide his company was inadequate. Her room was a little bigger than his, though it would be hard to tell with all the things she had. The pictures stuck carefully on her wall, the cosy blanket Eli had dreams about. Her bookshelves filled with titles Eli had never even heard of. He loved that room, it was much better than his own. Plus, it had Cordie in it.
Her bed was elevated, and Eli had fallen out of it more than a few times, but she had a lovely rug below it. He thought she'd probably moved it closer after the second, or third time he'd face planted. Mattress just level with his chest, so that when he shuffled over to hand her the mug of tea, he could lean over and rest his shoulders and head on the covers comfortably. He looked at her with a thin, sleepy smile.
"I just woke up," He told her obviously, as if it wasn't apparent from his appearance, or the way he'd noisily crashed out of his bedroom like a cornered deer upon waking - as he did every day. "We had a crup litter last night." He lifted his mug to his mouth and sipped it slowly, barely flinching at the watery, milky concoction. He really did try. "Tea's a bit shit," He warned her, taking another sip, laughing quietly so that he snorted some of the liquid and had to cement his mouth shut and cough through his nose until it passed.