[Milliways]
Oct. 14th, 2015 10:31 pmOnce, Curtis looked around room 1001 and realized, a bit wistfully, how so many of its contents belonged to Edgar. While Curtis kept his own stuff hidden, Edgar's sprawled out to take up every meager surface -- the table, the windowsill, shit, even the wall when he brought home that huge fucking sword.
When Curtis came back from Dejah's place the next morning, room 1001 looked much bigger for some reason...and when he noticed why, dread sank like a cold, undigested lump into his stomach.
All of Edgar's stuff was gone.
And since then, Curtis hasn't seen him anywhere.
He locks away any other possibility. It's a coincidence, he keeps telling himself. I would've seen him. I would've known. Just coincidence, he says, even as he keeps looking for Edgar, spending more time in the bar, going out to the meadow. He checks the stables multiple times a day, and while he finds signs that Edgar's been there -- Nitwit's food and water always stay full, and the boot tracks in the dirt match Edgar's shoe size -- he never finds Edgar.
That doesn't stop him from looking.
He can't know.
When Curtis came back from Dejah's place the next morning, room 1001 looked much bigger for some reason...and when he noticed why, dread sank like a cold, undigested lump into his stomach.
All of Edgar's stuff was gone.
And since then, Curtis hasn't seen him anywhere.
He locks away any other possibility. It's a coincidence, he keeps telling himself. I would've seen him. I would've known. Just coincidence, he says, even as he keeps looking for Edgar, spending more time in the bar, going out to the meadow. He checks the stables multiple times a day, and while he finds signs that Edgar's been there -- Nitwit's food and water always stay full, and the boot tracks in the dirt match Edgar's shoe size -- he never finds Edgar.
That doesn't stop him from looking.
He can't know.
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