#ac:development

It was only after putting in an order for her latest home additions that Molly realized she would have to find some where to stay until work was completed. Though majority was just work to be done on the second floor, she had opted for a few other things to be done as well; new bathrooms installed, tiling in them, as well as the kitchen, and even a few new walls to be erected and divide her once open floor plan into a home with many rooms. And once the building work had been done, she figured she might as well hire someone to come in and refurnish and decorate her home. 

That’s right. I’m back in this dreadful place. 

Altelia City. 

Anything but home sweet home.

Reusing this blog from the last time I was in AC. 

Dear Diary,

It is weird how the littlest thing can throw off the rest of your entire day. One moment you are happy, relaxed, enjoying the morning, and then something you see or hear causes the switch to flip. The day is soured, and all you wish to do is sit around and do nothing.

Though I do not believe what I read to be true, I cannot help but feel…off put? I’m not so sure how to explain it, other than an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach…Perhaps I am bothered by the fact that he is a very good friend of mine, someone I see almost everyday (regardless if I’m there to visit or nap,) someone close enough to maybe mention something of the sort?

Though maybe not so…he is the perfect definition of an enigma, to the point that I do not even know his name. I suppose it would make sense then, if it were truly a secret, to be something he would not mention or bring light to.

It does not really matter I suppose. It shouldn’t, for the most part. At the end of the day, it was just something that made its way into a silly gossip column; and not to mention, not really any of my business, no matter how unsettled I feel.

█  ♛  █  — A hazy dream was what it all seemed for the Elder Dragon. He vaguely remembers a human that foolishly found himself in his prison. Then, there was a struggle. An arrangement he doesn’t quite remember. And then, he bursts into flames. The irony it all was for him who  lives for flame and destruction. Fire was never meant to harm him. It was his weapon, his ally. But his vision blurred as the flames engulfed him and he felt himself growing tinier and tinier, as if he was being reduced to nothing.

Homeowner. It certainly wasn't a word Molly ever though she could associate herself with. She had always been hardworking, putting in the effort to make sure she lived a decent life with a roof over head. It was exciting, taking the next big step in life. And while her new home was anything far from being desirous, alL that mattered was that it hers; hers to do with what she willed. Her plans for the house were simple enough, a fresh coat of paint after a good cleaning. The home even came with some furniture, certainly a plus for someone moving from a small apartment. It would take a bit, but after some hardwork, a bit of elbow grease, and plenty of rearranging, the place would replicate the image she had in mind.

It has been a month.

Molly, like most people, has always had the occasional dream that felt more like reality. Falling, swimming, driving; even dreams involving food, the wonderful (or sometimes horrid) smells wafting through the air, convincing enough to the titian haired woman that it really was real. 

She was in the middle of her nap, resting before her night shift, when she felt it. She had believed to be dreaming, standing in the middle of the sidewalk and feeling her body begin to shake. Being a light sleeper, she woke up, disorientated, as her brows knit in confusion at the fact that the shaking did not stop despite her new consciousness. She jumped from her bed, avoiding a few things that had fallen off her dresser while quickly running to a window; but by the time she had drawn the curtains, the shaking had subsided. Peering outside, there wasn’t much activity going on anyway, despite a few people outside of the apartment building looking around, trying to figure out what had happened as well.