(closed)

[usurpers]

Who: eren jaeger and jean kirstein
When: beginning of july
Where: a flowery cottage in need of trimming and a hole under one (used) two-person bed.
What: a horse claims a home that was once taken by a seraph and his dragon many moons ago. the seraph is gone, the dragon still goes there, and the horse has a gun.
Warnings: domestication and erejean* (*codeword for stupid bickering and ust)

[ moving around the quieter parts of the haven would take one to the less crowded grounds home to cottages scattered meters away from each other. this particular one seems well but abandoned upon wandering onto its thick territory; located near the curve of river temese, a petite blue cottage stands strong despite the overgrowth, telling the story of a home that probably was much too long ago to count now. there are plenty of flowers that poke out from the window cracks, roses of blue and violet opening their blooms to aefenglom's summer sun and closing into loose buds when night comes. old lamps by candlelight still sit on the outside patio, and seems to have some magical juice to it— as if used a few times, then forgotten. all it needs is a little shake to light the path to the door and inside.

most of it smells like humid green, sweetness, wood and overrun by nature, all thanks to the fantastical amount of roses planted and left to their own development. their colors are lovely and extraordinary, from reds to pinks to white crossbreeds of every hue imaginable. the interior is usable: there's a kitchen, a fireplace and even some blankets hanging off the living room couch. a short hallway leads to a bedroom— less flowers in there, but natural light pools from a framed window just below the cushions and lights the room with a moonlit shine.

the bed is made, surprisingly, despite the smell of a home that’s been closed for quite some time. not a crease is to be found and neatly folded by the corners, it invites any tired old chap to come rest for a little while . . . it doesn’t look as if anyone would come back after all, even if the roses are oddly taken care of (just really in need of a massive trim— careful with the thorns). ]