#cranecanons

@lokigodof

Home for victorious-sigyn

Crane liked his apartment. It was small, but spacious forNew York. It was filled with things he liked. He’d lived there just under tenyears, since he’d gotten his doctorate, and he’d had time to accumulate things.There were, of course, the magical objects hidden in the broom closet and thebedroom closet, respectively. And the real closet, which was mismatched doorleading to a portal to a closet in an entirely different house, because he’dneeded more space. The place was well warded. More than that, though, hismundane joys were there. His books, his cooking, his games. The things thatmade him more than just a somewhat powerful Mastigos of the Mysterium. And heknew where everything was, The Hobbit,his copy of Dead Space 2, the oregano. Of course all these things made things abit cramped, but he rarely had visitors. Until he’d met Sigyn.

He saw her apartment, and wondered at the way they performedloneliness so differently. When he first saw it, it was like a magazine photo;in fact he was fairly certain it contained the furniture he’d been offered inthe “furnished” option when he had first rented his place. It was a neat and lovelyplace where someone else lived.

So where did he live? Everything in the apartment was his,something he’d chosen, something he liked. It was obvious that he lived there,and living there, he felt safe. As safe as he ever felt. Was that what “home”was? He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure he’d know it if he saw it. So he paidattention to Sigyn’s apartment. He had his suspicions about her childhood, butshe’d been married, and he knew very little about that, because he wasn’t goingto ask her until she wanted to talk. He paid attention to the things thatperiodically appeared that weren’t part of the “furnished” option. There wassomething new almost every time he visited. The coffee cups that she liked touse to describe their moods when he came over. Decorations, often purple, butnot always. Was it any different than how the contents of his own apartment hadgrown? He wasn’t sure. It felt different.

The thing about Crane is the he has a very unquiet mind, but also pretty good concentration, so he’s terrible at sit still with nothing to do, but very good at sitting still with *almost* nothing to do. And when you’re a telepath with few ethical scruples about browsing nearby minds, there’s usually something to do.

@lokigodof

🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for?

“Wasn’t it Pinocchio who wished upon a star? I suppose it worked out okay for him in the end...we do both have that thing about lying...sometimes I don’t feel entirely human myself so I wouldn’t mind being a real boy, honestly.

@victorious-sigyn