latkje: (lxviii.)
Nash ([personal profile] latkje) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs 2018-04-11 03:16 am (UTC)

[ He shrugs. That is how he decided Byerly wasn't doing this. ]

I could've guessed.

[ He catches up to Byerly, and then catches his breath. Because it isn't the graceful ruin of Vorrutyer Kreposte behind that door, it's Nash's house. The one he grew up in, with its manicured lawns, somehow spacious and peaceful even in the middle of Crystal Valley. Almost exactly in the middle— the had been built out in a circle, because of course, the One Temple in the center of it and the highest and most holy closest by.

It is a beautiful house, a palace almost, decorated chiefly in the cool pastels favored by the Harmonian aristocracy, peach curtains dressing the windows, fresh flowers on gilted tables, everything placed just so. ]


Circle preserve us.

[ It hasn't looked like this in years. Then another Nash rushes in, maybe seven years old, a stampede of legs that ceases abruptly as he turns the corner, as if he's been shushed, facing Nash and Byerly, but not seeing them.

The clothes he's wearing are obviously expensive, and obviously new. His haircut is still the exact same. ]

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