"Homunculus, come with me. You're not to help him any further." He stalked back toward his room, and Hieronymus followed reluctantly.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Kivvien stiffly completed this stage of his work before packing up as safely as he could. As he hefted a chest onto the back of his cart his thoughts turned to Hieronymus. The little thing was conflicted, and may not entirely realize the abuse he suffered, but Kivvien could not in good conscious leave him to die here. The old man's temper was a lit fuse approaching a gunpowder barrel, and it was Hieronymus who would suffer the consequences.
Kivvien's old lab partner's stern voice sounded in his head. Help people, Kiv, that's why you have this power.
Several minutes later Laurean exited his room with a satchel. "I'm going into town," he muttered.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
(Laurean is gonna do his best to steal as many as he can--he's not actually going to town; he's just gonna snoop around.)
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
(most of the trunks are locked via magic. Also preemptive question, you okay with Kivvien doing some violence on Lauren? If the old man is touching the journals it's kinda inevitable)
Kivvien picked up the chest and began hauling it out to the cart with the others.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Laurean lurked around in the forest, waiting for Kivvien to leave the cart.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Kivvien loaded up the final chest. How would he convince Hieronymus to come with him? And how would he eliminate Laurean as a factor?
And then there was the factor of Heironymus's appearance. He had expressed interest in being transferred into a more human form before, but Kivvien wouldn't be able to do that quickly. He'd certainly need help for such a task.
Kivvien considered all this as he walked back toward the house, the sun setting behind him.
Laurean slipped out once the door closed, heading straight for the satchel
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Inside were three journals, all collaborations between Kivvien and the second writer, and some writing utensils, along with cloth-wrapped vials of the cure and a few other miscellaneous items.
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