Morning, 6th February, 1890 — Jude’s Flat
Kieran Abernathy
Kieran Abernathy
It had been a full moon last night. And the full moon called for the ordinary routine: nights spent locking Kieran in the attic, and mornings in the kitchen making tea.
He had just finished the tea when he heard the pad of footsteps, Kieran coming down the stairs. He dreaded this moment, and was always anxious to see him again. Who knew what had happened up there during the night? There was a silencing charm on the attic, and a lock on the door. If Kieran had ended up hurting himself in there, who would know until it was far too late? So it was always a relief - no matter how worn he looked, how desperately tired - to latch onto Kieran in the morning light looking as he always should, with his mussed brown curls and patched up clothes, and try his best not to linger on any new bruises or scratches he’d suffered in the night.
Jude offered a careful close-lipped smile and slid one of the teas towards Kieran in greeting, wanting terribly to ask how he felt this morning but not daring to say anything just yet, because he’d only just woken up himself, and was still getting used to the mandrake leaf he'd put in his mouth last night. (Only a month of this to get through - though how he was going to manage drinking his tea without incident, he wasn’t entirely sure.)
He had just finished the tea when he heard the pad of footsteps, Kieran coming down the stairs. He dreaded this moment, and was always anxious to see him again. Who knew what had happened up there during the night? There was a silencing charm on the attic, and a lock on the door. If Kieran had ended up hurting himself in there, who would know until it was far too late? So it was always a relief - no matter how worn he looked, how desperately tired - to latch onto Kieran in the morning light looking as he always should, with his mussed brown curls and patched up clothes, and try his best not to linger on any new bruises or scratches he’d suffered in the night.
Jude offered a careful close-lipped smile and slid one of the teas towards Kieran in greeting, wanting terribly to ask how he felt this morning but not daring to say anything just yet, because he’d only just woken up himself, and was still getting used to the mandrake leaf he'd put in his mouth last night. (Only a month of this to get through - though how he was going to manage drinking his tea without incident, he wasn’t entirely sure.)
