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aldersprigInterlude: Abaddon 4
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Abaddon woke up to find his room ruined.
His room, or at least the room he’d been assigned when he started the year. Before - before Gennie.
Gennie who would not release him and not speak to him. Gennie who had spent a week after he told her about the - about the problem - about their father - locked in her room, not coming out for anything, not even Luke.
There was nothing left intact in the room. This was the third time this week he’d woken up to this, but this had to be the worst. Abaddon sighed and started the Jasfe Workings. At this rate, he was going to be a top-notch furniture and clothing repair specialist before his first year ended.
read on...
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Abaddon woke up to find his room ruined.
His room, or at least the room he’d been assigned when he started the year. Before - before Gennie.
Gennie who would not release him and not speak to him. Gennie who had spent a week after he told her about the - about the problem - about their father - locked in her room, not coming out for anything, not even Luke.
There was nothing left intact in the room. This was the third time this week he’d woken up to this, but this had to be the worst. Abaddon sighed and started the Jasfe Workings. At this rate, he was going to be a top-notch furniture and clothing repair specialist before his first year ended.
read on...
