Unhooking my whip and pistol, I set both weapons down on the kitchen counter and shrugged off my coat. Best not to think on it… I’d already woken too many memories today. The fresh, clean smell, the pitter-pattering sound. The projection was nothing like the real thing.
I pulled the blind down and flicked a switch to turn on the fake rain-on-glass projection. The one window looked out into a narrow gulley between containers, affording a view consisting of a 5x5 patch of corrugated cladding for the identical rows of containers opposite mine. The lights lifted to a brighter white, illuminating the small rectangular space I called home. Now the white and orange halos of color splashed against the wall only reminded me that he wasn’t here to argue. I’d given up correcting him on the limitations of his feelings. Sota had set the theme, saying he liked to feel the warmth in the light. Lights blinked on in my habitat container, welcoming me home with warm “tropical sunset” hues. If that fae discovered my secrets, more than just my life would be at stake.
I turned away from the edge and dropped onto rickety scaffolding, out of plain sight and into thick shadows where metal clanged and cloying air hung limp.
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