Shelter
He can barely remember his room in the little apartment in Sharlayan Colony now. He spent so much time at his Aunt's place, sleeping on the foldaway next to Sara's bed, several drawers there dedicated to his clothes and school items. The walls were impersonal and blank, not like in Sara's room, where she had colorful maps from her parents all over and the drawings they both made at school and when they were just lazing about covered most of the empty space. When he thinks back on it now, he's amazed she was ever willing to share so much of her space with him. That, if there was ever any problem with his taking so much of their family's space and their time, he never knew about it. He was a part of them.
Until they had to leave, that is.
Orion was so used to sharing that dorm life was a breeze. Marco was less easy, a delightful pain in the arse that Ori quickly grew fond of even if he did have to deal with his dirty smallclothes just slung wherever. But the division of space, living and breathing Studium life was welcome and simple. He broke free of the structure when he needed to, but it was a structure he'd not had enough of when he was younger. He thrived.
Until he couldn't stand the restraint anymore, like a rose vine that knows it can grow past the trellis if it just tries.
Tents and huts and yurts and all the temporary spaces shared with dozens of colleagues and work contacts. A multitude of transient, serviceable inn rooms with their host of forgettable partners. Establishing his own office in Limsa, the first space he's ever bought on his own and tried to furnish. No one ever explained how to make a space useful and how to keep it proper for business purposes, so he hopes he can make due.
The house is practically a whim. Ori bought it mostly so he can have a space that isn't an inn or his office to put his head down. For years it serves largely as a warehouse that happens to have a kitchen and bedroom attached. On a visit prompted by much arm twisting, Sara deems it a "unfortunately male living space" in a tone he can only term kindly derogatory.
It stays that way until he finds someone he actually wants to bring home, someone he wants to share the kitchen with and set the table for. So he doesn't have to knock his elbows on rows of boxes everytime he comes over. Orion's surprised at how long it's taken him to realize how having a space of your own is so much about wanting others to feel welcome and safe and comfortable. But he gets there, eventually.
Vierapril Day 21: Shelter
Definition:
a: something that covers or affords protection
b: a place providing food, protection, & temporary housing for people who need assistance
c: a place that houses & feeds stray or unwanted animals
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