For Sale By Owner (OPEN)

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Clare unlocked the door of her former residence in New Rome. There was currently a for sale sign in the yard, but she wanted to check in on it. She’d Iris Messaged Ethan Hunter to get her here in exchange for her famous sweet potato casserole. Yes, the one with the marshmallows on top. Christina was back in Sicily with the nyads as she came here. She opened the windows of the house to get some nice warm spring air inside and put a pot of water on the stove. An old trick she learned a long time ago that she wished she could use in Sicily, but there really was no use for it. She opened the plastic bag of fresh lavender leaves she’d picked from the community garden and dropped them into the pot the minute it came to a gentle boil. She let that go for about five minutes before turning it to a simmer.

She walked around the house, busying herself with whatever she could find. The ring on her finger seemed attracted – understandably – to every stray beam of light that hit it, lighting up with a dazzling glimmer. Pretty soon the house smelled like lavender. It was scrumptious.

Windows open, lavender percolating, she grabbed her book and headed to the front garden. Setting her book to the side, she did a little garden grooming. It felt good to get her hands dirty again. She didn’t do it nearly enough anymore, though she fully intended to teach Christina the ins and outs of gardening as soon as possible. It was a joy to help things grow and she wanted her daughter to know that. Besides, the products were wonderful! Flowers that smelled just as good as they looked, vegetables that helped the body and tasted wonderful when cooked right. Which was the other thing that Clare was going to teach her. Yes, Christina would be a Renaissance woman just like her mother.

TAG: @ OPEN
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He must have been crazy!! Kyle thought of himself when he was walking down the street where he had seen a 'for sale' sign. He already had an apartment where his mother used to live, where he grew up till he was 10 and had to leave New Rome, to go to Lupa's and be accepted in the Legion. But well, his mother also died in that apartment, he spent horrible months there after his lost love died in the first war, and in the end that place also was pain for him, so maybe he wasn't that crazy, maybe it was good that he decided to sell it and buy a house.

then again, why a house and not another apartment? Well... he wanted to get married, maybe by the end of the year, maybe by next one. He wanted Lucy to be his wife, and this time he wasn't going to let anything ruin it. His first love died in war, his second love was seduced by Apollo and messed her up... well... she was already crazy, she tortured her own son! that is really something to know that she was crazy. Now, his third love, well he knew she was the right one, so he wanted everything to be perfect, including the plae where they would live.

He saw the sign and the house. well it was a beautiful place, it seemed that the sun really loved to shine there, hopefully only the light... well no, he was after all grandson of Apollo, his father being Escolapius. He shook his head and chuckled, then he walked to the entrance and saw a woman with the flowers in the garden. "Good day, excuse me, I'm here to ask about the house."

Tag: Clare Kyoto
Words: 293
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Clare was getting used to wearing chitons more often now. It just felt more natural in Sicily. Which is why she felt wildly out of place in blue jeans and a nice top. Couldn’t easily do yardwork in a chiton though. She was down on her knees pulling weeds and pruning plants. It was all in all very nice. The sun was warm. The air was fresh. Obviously not as warm or as fresh as what she was now used to, but not bad. The dirt was soft, so it must have recently rained. Everything seemed to be doing well. A happy little tune played in her head and eventually made it out in a soft humming. She wished she gotten her garden tools and maybe some new hydrangeas for right near the door. Hydrangeas were so nice. Big balls of color with the most delightful smell one could find anywhere.

She heard someone walking on the cobblestone street beyond the end of the path and was about to look up to at least wave when a voice beat her to it. She sat up on her ankles. “Hello there. Kyle, right? From the infirmary.” She stood up and dusted her pants off. “Well, I’d be happy to show you around.”

Someone interested in the house! This was wonderful! She had worried it would be on the market for a long time, but it hadn’t even been a week! Word must get around fast, because the only thing telling anyone that a home on this little peaceful side street was for sale was the sign in the yard. She hadn’t gotten around to advertising. Then again, Ethan was helping her out back when they were fixing it up and she was almost positive he would be the type to do his own verbal advertising. He was a good friend. Perhaps it was his doing that Kyle O’Brian was here today. She sincerely hoped she looked okay, as she new her appearance was probably part and parcel with the home’s appearance. After all, professional realtors always dressed to the nines, so there had to be some connection. Tidy owner makes for a tidy home. “Please, right this way. Can I get you a bottle of water?” She left the edge of the garden and walked to the front door, opening it up and stepping aside to let him in first.

TAG: Kyle O’Brian
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