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fandomtownies2025-10-10 11:05 am
thatsmysword) wrote in fandomtownies2025-10-10 11:05 am
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Blackstone Forge and Foundry, Friday
Henry had walked past the forge many a time. It had always drawn from him a certain professional curiosity - but also pain, confusion, memories. And... it had always been closed.
So he might have peered in a window or two, but he'd never been inside.
And yet, that morning, as he walked past, he'd found one of the double doors to the forge creaked slightly open. He'd followed his curiosity inside, and. Well.
An hour or so later, he was standing by the anvil in the middle of the room, near a worktable, a mild confusion in his eyes. Had he just gotten a job? He wasn't sure. Still-- a forge was a forge, the equipment looked familiar, the smell drenched him in a sense of home, and he felt more settled here than he had in some time.
Perhaps at some point he'd even chance to light the bloody thing and see how well it worked.
[[ open! job begotten with permission frommagnificent_bitch_face. ]]
So he might have peered in a window or two, but he'd never been inside.
And yet, that morning, as he walked past, he'd found one of the double doors to the forge creaked slightly open. He'd followed his curiosity inside, and. Well.
An hour or so later, he was standing by the anvil in the middle of the room, near a worktable, a mild confusion in his eyes. Had he just gotten a job? He wasn't sure. Still-- a forge was a forge, the equipment looked familiar, the smell drenched him in a sense of home, and he felt more settled here than he had in some time.
Perhaps at some point he'd even chance to light the bloody thing and see how well it worked.
[[ open! job begotten with permission from
magnificent_bitch_face. ]]