to live where one will
Apr. 2nd, 2015 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
do_what_thou_wiltIt's raining, and that means it's muddy, and cold, and everything takes a little longer than it needs to. Auryn doesn't care. When he looks at the work in front of him, what he sees is freedom.
He knew, almost immediately, that he couldn't keep staying in the motel. It was good, in its way, for a while: motels and hostels have served him well in his travels, but he doesn't like paying what's basically overpriced rent to borrow something. There have been a lot of ways he's gotten himself from place to place, but the itchiness he'd been feeling to get out wasn't the same drive he usually felt to get out of a place.
He's not done with Siren Cove, yet, and that means finding a place to live. Making a home, not a camp or a place to crash.
His research had been meticulous. Someplace close enough to water to take advantage of the coast and the natural energies of the ocean, but far enough away that he isn't exposed. Away from town, easily hidden. He'd settled on a space a bit east of the Atwater place, undeveloped land but not so far off the road that it's hard to find again.
And then he'd started building, his tiny off the grid home. All told it's about 200 square feet with its upper half-story spiraling into the arms of a tree. He's done as much manual construction as magical lifting because it's his that way, his energy poured into the place, his blood in the wood when he gives power to the protections breathed into the place. But maybe he did a little suggesting to make the water collection work so well or to haul firewood.
No building permits, no permission, and the ward that makes people have a tendency to walk around it and forget it's there isn't, probably, legal either. The trees have accepted him, and no one's using the space, and that's all he's concerned with.
He's in a good mood then, heading back there, walking along the shoulder of the road with a knot of wood and a box that's equal parts hammer and nails and magical tokens.
[OOC: Open! Find Auryn and his tiny!house. Or get suspicious about what he's up to. But for the love of god, don't start googling tiny houses. Don't do as I have done.]
He knew, almost immediately, that he couldn't keep staying in the motel. It was good, in its way, for a while: motels and hostels have served him well in his travels, but he doesn't like paying what's basically overpriced rent to borrow something. There have been a lot of ways he's gotten himself from place to place, but the itchiness he'd been feeling to get out wasn't the same drive he usually felt to get out of a place.
He's not done with Siren Cove, yet, and that means finding a place to live. Making a home, not a camp or a place to crash.
His research had been meticulous. Someplace close enough to water to take advantage of the coast and the natural energies of the ocean, but far enough away that he isn't exposed. Away from town, easily hidden. He'd settled on a space a bit east of the Atwater place, undeveloped land but not so far off the road that it's hard to find again.
And then he'd started building, his tiny off the grid home. All told it's about 200 square feet with its upper half-story spiraling into the arms of a tree. He's done as much manual construction as magical lifting because it's his that way, his energy poured into the place, his blood in the wood when he gives power to the protections breathed into the place. But maybe he did a little suggesting to make the water collection work so well or to haul firewood.
No building permits, no permission, and the ward that makes people have a tendency to walk around it and forget it's there isn't, probably, legal either. The trees have accepted him, and no one's using the space, and that's all he's concerned with.
He's in a good mood then, heading back there, walking along the shoulder of the road with a knot of wood and a box that's equal parts hammer and nails and magical tokens.
[OOC: Open! Find Auryn and his tiny!house. Or get suspicious about what he's up to. But for the love of god, don't start googling tiny houses. Don't do as I have done.]
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Date: 2015-04-03 02:08 am (UTC)He smiles, though, when he sees the green-mantled young woman looking puzzled. "Brigid," he greets her, sure to pronounce her name correctly. "It's been a while."
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Date: 2015-04-03 03:12 am (UTC)"Auryn," Brigid smiled in return. "Aye, it has been a while, hasn't it? I felt somethin workin in th'forest and wasn't sure what th'earth was about with someone pullin power. I'm glad t'know it's you behind th'energy. Can I ask what yer pullin for?"
She was still looking as she spoke, but she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.
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Date: 2015-04-03 04:36 am (UTC)He smiles at her perception, and the ease of their conversation. "I'm making myself a place of my own. Ground up. If I'm going to call this place home, I need a place that's mine, not borrowed. Where I can be myself, practice." He smirks. "Not hear the couples in the next motel room over..."
He extends a hand in invitation beyond the wards. "Come take a look."
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Date: 2015-04-03 11:40 am (UTC)Brigid's expression matched his as she took his hand. "That is th'danger of livin in close proximity t'others. S'why I found my wee house in the woods east of here."
Anything else she was going to say was lost when she stepped beyond the wards and saw what he'd built. Her mouth gaped, her gasp was audible, and her smile fairly beamed out its own light. "Christ Jaysus what a sight."
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Date: 2015-04-03 05:23 pm (UTC)"It's not too shabby," he says, unable to stop from smiling with pride, the grin widening at her delighted gasp. He steps up the stoop to run a hand over the railing fondly, unable to hide the way he feels behind his usually cool demeanor. He nods to her to come in if she likes.
It feels good to be self-sufficient, to know everything about this place is how he wants it. "I don't need a mansion, just a place to call home and a little light. And you wouldn't believe the things people leave behind. I'd say half this place was just left to the junk heap." The doors, some of the sheet glass for windows, nearly all of the corrugated metal were gotten for free. That feels good too, proving the worth of something others left behind.
"You live near here, then?"
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Date: 2015-04-03 05:34 pm (UTC)"Aye, just a bit of a walk east, just near the water and past the stone shrine," Brigid nodded. She took in all the details, touching everything as she passed it. "Ye've made a beautiful home here, Auryn. It's a peaceful spot, and th'trees are happy t'have ye here. I can feel it from them."
She turned back to him. "Got t'say it. I'm impressed. Now I'll have t'come up with somethin of a housewarmin for ye."
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Date: 2015-04-03 05:45 pm (UTC)"I'm glad to know that," he says genuinely. "I could tell I wasn't angering too much or I think the building would have gone a little less smoothly." He puts a hand on the tree that supports the left side of the house. He can't feel elemental energy as profoundly as Brigid can, but it feels right to him to have the living wood cradling the house.
"I just like to keep my hands busy," he defers with a smile. He's suddenly slightly uncertain at the prospect of being gifted with anything. "You don't have to do anything," he says, "though if you'd like to come inside for a while, I'd be more than happy to have you."
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Date: 2015-04-03 06:11 pm (UTC)"Considerin what I do t'make m'livin, I can understand th'love of keepin yer hands busy," Brigid laughed, "and of course I'll be bringin ye somethin, or ye can stop by m'shop and pick it up if ye'd rather not have visitors. M'mam would always bring fresh brown bread and stew t'new arrivals in th'village, but if I was the one cookin for ye, ye'd definitely not be thankin me for it. More like, ye'd think I was tryin t'get ye t'move."