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“As old as the hills eh?” Markus said with a raised eyebrow. “Someone forgot to pay attention to teacher during their history lessons.”

He laughed and took another swig of his beer as Archie spoke to him about the reservation.

  “Seems like it might be time for me to venture in and take a look.”

  Markus watched as Archie reached for another piece of chicken.

  “I’ve been here quite a while, young one, you just haven’t needed to find me before now.”

  He could tell that Archie’s comment was steeped in emotion from his entering the reservation, but he knew that had he needed to find Markus earlier he would have done so. Sometimes the fates made you go through things on your own so that you were forced to come into your own.

  Deciding that Archie looked like he needed a subtle push to get him to open up, Markus chose to vocalise his thoughts.

  “Often it is only when you are ready for help that you find yourself looking for it, Archie. It is likely that you have only found me now because you didn’t need to find me any earlier.”

  He pulled another couple of beers out, opening them and passing one to Archie.

  “In my many years, that aren’t quite so long as the hills,” he said with a chortle so as to keep the mood light, “I have always found people right when I have needed to, even if I didn’t quite see it that way to begin with.”

  He raised an eyebrow at Archie and settled back pulling out his pipe and busying himself with lighting it so that the boy had a chance to think without being under scrutiny. He took a long puff and settled back, enjoying the dappling light of the sun through the leaves on the trees surrounding them.

Greetings, Friend! || Markus & Archie

A grin stretched across Archie’s face at Markus’ laughter. It was such a familiar sound from Archie’s childhood that he had to suppress an urge to run across the clearing and hug the other man just like he used to. “Cursed? I think the word you were looking for was ‘honoured’. It’s okay, I know how easy it is to get your words all mixed up when you’re as old as the hills.” He shook his head in mock sympathy which turned into disbelief when Markus disappeared then returned with some chicken. Where the hell had he managed to find chicken? Not that Archie was complaining as he eagerly sat on one of the stools and dug in.

He wiped his greasy fingers on his jeans before accepting the bottle of beer. “What’s the reservation turning into?” Archie took a thoughtful sip as he considered Markus’ earlier question. “It’s filling up pretty quickly, I’ll tell you that much, and they’re not giving much thought to who they put in here either. Tensions are running a little high. The fae seem to be coming out best in the whole situation though; especially since we opened the bar.” Archie gave Markus a wry smile; there was nothing like the promise of music and alcohol to make you the most popular person at the party.

Placing the bottle on the floor next to him, Archie reached for another piece of the chicken. “What about you? How long have you been here? If I’d known I would’ve looked for you earlier.” He thought back briefly on how things had been when he first arrived at the ward and how he’d have welcomed such a familiar and trusted face. Then he dismissed the thought with a mental shrug; there wasn’t much he could do about it now and he’d come out of it alright, after all.

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Activity Check Drabble

Life was good. The sun was shining down on the roof garden that he had insisted on setting up when his wife had insisted that they live at the top of an apartment building in New York City. It had been the only way that he could allow himself to live amongst so much concrete. He had known, when he had first met her, that he would have his work cut out convincing her to live in his world. He had lived many centuries by that point, though and had mellowed out enough to know that compromising would help him to keep this beauty that he had fallen head over heels for.

The door creaked as it opened and she walked out into the garden. He smiled as she walked towards him, bathed in sunlight. She reached out to him and he took her hand, pulling her in front of him and facing so that they were both looking out over the city. A view he had come to appreciate and maybe even love in his own way. Regardless of how much concrete was involved. She leant back into him and he breathed in her perfume, loving how well it mingled with the roses and chrysanthemums scattered across the rooftop.

He could feel something different about her and he placed his hands onto her stomach grinning more widely when a soft golden glow started first to surround her belly and then expanded to surround them both. They were going to be a family. 

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Markus guffawed at the response he got from the young whipper snapper that entered his clearing as he called out to see who it was.

  “I might have known I would be cursed with your company here, boy,” he said as he laughed. “Come, sit with me and tell me what the reservation is turning into. I have had little want to head into it whilst I’ve been setting up here and working in my forge and I’m curious as to how it’s shaping up.”

  He leant his axe up against the forge and headed into his home. He emerged a few moments later with a wooden plate that was piled high with roasted chicken. Setting it on a tree stump in the middle of the clearing he fetched two stools over and gestured for Archie to make himself comfortable on one of them as he headed back towards his home. Flipping up the floor of the forest next to his cottages entrance he revealed a well stocked store dug into the ground in order to keep the products cool in the time honoured manner. He pulled out two beers and opened them both handing one to Archie as he took a swig out of his own.

  He sat down on the opposite stool to the one he had gestured for Archie to use and then tucked in to some greasy chicken as he waited to see what the youngster had to tell him.

Greetings, Friend! || Markus & Archie

  Considering that he’d been living on the ward for a while now, Archie hadn’t really taken the time to explore it. He’d pretty much stuck to the residential area and the bar despite the call he felt to go and visit the water. In fact, maybe it was because of the call. It had become a lot stronger than it had ever been and it freaked Archie out a little because he didn’t know what that meant.

So yes, sticking to the more populated areas of the ward suited him just fine…until he heard some interesting information during his last shift at the bar. Now he was wandering through the woods and remembering just why he used to love living in the country. As much fun as the cities were, with their nightlife and the hustle and bustle everywhere, there was nothing like the peace and tranquillity of nature to bring his fae side rushing to the surface.

He sang to himself as he walked and briefly entertained the notion of moving out here like some of the other fae did, then dismissed it just as quickly. He didn’t have enough magic to build a house and he definitely lacked the attention span to go the manual route. His nose wrinkled a little as he suddenly caught the smell of smoke and he looked around him until he spotted a small plume of smoke rising from an area not too far from him. Archie headed in that direction only to stop when a voice called out to him, obviously having heard his approach.

Archie shook his head and gave an amused snort before pushing past the last of the undergrowth and stepping out into the clearing. “I heard this nasty rumour that you were here. I didn’t quite believe it though.” He smirked at Markus.

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Laughing Markus looked around him. “Do you see him nearby? No, he wouldn’t have wanted to spend that amount of time with me right now.”

  He was unfazed by this. He had lived many, many years and knew that patience and gently steering his son in the right direction would help lead him to a better place within their relationship. Right now he was young and headstrong and would react without thought on his emotions, but that was life. You had to grow and learn with your growth. Raising his axe he brought it crashing down on the log in front of him then took the pieces and added them to the neat pile he had been working on, leaving the axe imbedded in the tree stump he had been using for this purpose. Dusting his hands off on his apron he moved over towards the two stools set up next to the entrance to his home. Beckoning to Nina as she asked for his help he flipped a lid of what anyone that wasn’t looking closely would assume was the floor of the forest and it revealed a well dug out cool store with a very decent stock of beer within. He pulled two out, opening one and offering it to her as he sat down on one of the stools.

  “A cursed oven? More proof that the open fire is the best way to work,” he chuckled and held his hand out for the paper. “I’m not working on anything at the moment, as it happens. Just finished a piece yesterday and was firing the forge to keep it working nice and good.”

  His last words were really stretched out and he followed them with a long swig of his beer.

  “So,” he said smacking his lips together, “what types of cookware is your friend in need of?”

  He winked as he said friend, remembering that the last visit he had received from this one had been for weaponry and thinking that she was too embarrassed to admit the items to be for her.

Greetings, Friend! || Markus & Nina

  Nina smiled as she picked her way past the dense foliage of the little clearing Markus had sent up camp in.

“Nice digs, Markus.” She whistled appreciatively, taking in the structure. “Get your son to help?” She asked, raising an eyebrow with her mention of the other Veyland. Rustling through her bag as she moved closer, she pulled out a piece of paper with some writing on it. “Also, I was wondering if you could help me out again? I need a few things for a friend. She has a cursed oven, and I wanted to ask if you might be able to help by making anti-flame cookware?” She asked, slightly hesitant. She knew Markus could choose to help, the same as he could choose to not help. Nina had gone to him for weapons back when she had first moved in, but she wasn’t sure if they were what you could call ‘friends’. “No big if you can’t, I just thought I’d ask.” She shrugged, smiling. She noticed the fire crackling in the forge, eyes widening as she looked closer.

“So, what are you working on? Sorry if I’m prying, I’m just curious.” Nina peered over, insanely intrigued but ready to spot the first sign of unwelcome. 

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Greetings, Friend!

Markus had settled in quite nicely to the Reservation. He had found a clearing in the forest that was a perfect circle and had built himself a circular home to match it, the lack of corners pleasing him greatly. He always liked to be close to the nature that he came from and a circular home made him feel like he was living in one of the trees that gave him their boughs for fire to help him create his armour. Downstairs was all one room with an open fire directly opposite the door. A rug in front of the hearth and a kettle to one side, chairs made out of branches and the open nature of the cottage made the place look welcoming to the harshest of eyes.

  There were stairs circling up one part of the wall to a room upstairs that span half the circumference of the cottage. There he had simply laid out a bed to fill the entire space with copious amounts of pillows and blankets, the under blankets feathered for ultimate relaxation, not being of an age where he was prepared to scrimp on comfort. He hadn’t filled his house with decorations, he had filled it with enough things to make anyone welcome and then had turned his attention to his forge.

  Whilst his home was at one side of the clearing, he put his forge at the other so that it was the first thing he saw as he came out of his house and stretched in the morning sunlight filtering through the trees. The entrance to the forge faced the entrance to his home and there was an axe leant up against the wall to the side with a chopping block and a couple of piles of wood. One pile was neatly stacked against the side of the forge, waiting to be used, the other was a pile of fallen branches collected from the forest, waiting to be stripped and chopped.

  He set the fire to burning to start heating his forge up in preparation for use then collected his axe and set about working on the rest of the branches. He looked up when he heard the sound of branches bending and whipping back as someone approached the clearing.

  “Good Morrow!” His deep voice resounded across the clearing as he smiled broadly at the newcomer.