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"What!" Flynn thrust upright ready to punch him. "How dare you touch her!"
Yuri just rolls his eyes. "What do you care Gramps?"
"I…" Flynn finds his teeth grind and his gums dry. His voice fades and Flynn angrily yells out "That girl is my granddaughter! I refuse to let a vagabond like you touch her!"
Yuri scraps an egg onto a plate and quirks a brow. "Granddaughter huh?"
Flynn can't believe he just said that. "Yes! Judith is my granddaughter!" Dear god, why is he still going? "So don't you dare touch her!"
Yuri gives no reaction besides a shrug. "Whatever, Gramps."
"Excuse me!"
Yuri just looks down at him and continues to stir his potatoes in the pan. "Look, no offense, but you are far from threatening." Rita nods from her chair turning the page in her book.
Flynn is very threatening! "Because I'm old?!"
Yuri pats more spices into the potatoes. "Partly. Mostly, I just don't think you have the nerve."
The nerve? The nerve! Why Flynn has plenty of that! Far more than enough to punch a pretty boy wizard even if he may wear people's bottled skin. "Oh, that's it!" Flynn rolls up his sleeves and Yuri's face widens in surprise.
"Whoa, Gramps, wait a second." Yuri pulls the pan from the stove and ducks away. The potatoes fall on a plate and Flynn's fist collides with the pan. His old bones crunch and Flynn let's out a long groan. "Yeah. That's the other thing I wanted to warn you about. You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to." Flynn sees little what that has to do with his throbbing hand. He grips it and Yuri's hand caresses his and the pain fades. Flynn ignores Yuri and aims a fist again. This time Yuri doesn't try to move as Flynn's other hand curves shy of hitting the man and he crashes into the wall. "You okay?"
"Shut up!" Flynn runs again and finds himself tripping despite there being nothing to trip over and Yuri standing perfectly still.
"Stop it now before you hurt yourself."
Rita pipes up scooping eggs and potatoes on her plate. "He's got a hex on him keeps any physical harm from falling on him." Flynn stops and Yuri is just twirling a hair without a care in the world.
"Sounds more like a blessing." A blessing for an obnoxious wizard.
Yuri shakes his head and sits at the table grabbing a plate. "It's not." He takes a large bite and Flynn finds his fury subsided by curiosity. An elegance takes his form as his eyes drift to somewhere far away like when he'd read the curse on the table.
"Oh, ye who holds a Vesperia and incited my wrath
May ye never know pain
May not a hair be harmed
May even death allude ye until you feel my blade crush your beating heart."
Flynn sucks in a breath. There's something almost consuming in the words of the curse. Yuri gives a lopsided grin. "The Witch of the Wastes cast that little number some years ago."
"So... you can't die or be hurt ever?" Flynn exclaims.
"Unless it's by her hands," Yuri says. "Or someone manages to destroy my heart. I mean emotional pain is still a thing, but dying of heartbreak is for the weak. For now, I'm immortal."
"What about growing old?"
He smirks. "Who'd want to be old and grey like you? No thanks. I have a few tricks up my sleeve for that." How arrogant. Everyone gets old and Flynn can more than attest to that.
"You make it sound hard to be you."
"Of course."
"You're still not allowed to date Judith!" Yuri just ignored him as Flynn swore curse or no he'd kill this man for flirting with his sister. But, sadly Flynn's attempts all end with some part of him ending injured. This only boils his blood further. The idea of not being able to get any form of revenge is the most infuriating thing in the world.
Life with Yuri over the next few days is disturbingly normal. Both human residences are gone most of the time. Flynn's days are mostly spent cleaning and snooping about. Yuri always locks his door much to his distaste, so Flynn never manages to look inside for clues. His routine is simple most times. He says goodbye to Yuri and Rita as they run out the door. Cleans the castle. Chops wood with some difficulty for Raven. Buys fresh ingredients for Yuri to cook at night. Some days Rita doesn't go out and she lounges with a large tomb in hand. Her eyes encased in thick glasses and her mind running miles and miles away. It was interesting on the days she practiced alchemy as her powers were potent but wild. Often Flynn needed to clean up again which while frustrating was something to do. He found his hands kept itching to do work now that everything was clean. There wasn't much to do, and his boredom was making him talk to himself more and more. Perhaps Flynn was going senile in his old age.
To his surprise, Yuri shows up one day with spools of thread and yarn. "Your granddaughter mentioned you like to keep your hands busy." Flynn took the basket muttering curses about how Yuri was not to touch Judith. His hands drift to the spools and materials. He doesn't think but just sews. He talks to the hats unaware of the gazes he brings from the others. It's not long before patrons ask about him and Flynn whispers that he's an old wizard. Yuri doesn't seem to mind his presence or care that he's there.
On a day where Yuri is gone Flynn leans over to Rita curiously. "So, how did you end studying in the castle?"
Rita shrugs. "I want to be a great witch. So I sought out one of the greatest wizards in the country. I opened the door and Yuri never said a word about it. Been living here ever since." Flynn wonders if it'll be the same for him. That he'll slowly become part of the scenery.
"What about the black dial? I've seen Yuri go through sometimes." The door always locked when Flynn tried to open it. It was rather frustrating.
"Dunno. Only Fire-face over there could tell you that." Flynn had asked but Raven was a rather secretive figure. He never said more than needed unless he planned for a joke. Flynn kept his ear out for the clues but so far, he couldn't find any. What was this contract about?
Flynn tries to turn the knob to the black, but it doesn't budge. Oh, come on! He gives up and steps outside into the Wastes for fresh air. Market Chipping still crests in the far-off distance. Moments of nostalgia take him and Flynn sighs. He misses home. Misses his sisters. Misses his shop... Misses everything. He spies Turnip-Head in the distance hopping about.
The scarecrow seems to like lingering about. Always following and waiting for Flynn to talk to him. He seems an honest enough fellow. Raven doesn't mind him and at the end of the day, he usually helps with the outside chores. Flynn was going to also clean the wreck of a façade this castle had.
"Hello, Turnip-Head." He says as the scarecrow stands in a patch of weedy flowers. They're quite pretty and add life to the otherwise dreary landscape of the waste. "Up to anything today?" Of course, the scarecrow doesn't talk but his smile does seem wider a moment. Flynn complains about how recently Yuri has been gone for and was last seen with Judith. Frustrating! Absolutely frustrating! The man gallivanting with his sister. Especially with a curse that hurts everyone around him! "I tried to cook something that would be unpleasant for him but the pan literally shattered. Can you believe it? He's the worst."
Turnip-Head seems to give a nod and Flynn looks at the tattered top-hat. It's so sad to look at and Flynn is always looking for things to do. The whole state of the scarecrow is sad. Flynn rather hates that because Turnip-Head for being just a sentient scarecrow is a nice fellow.
"Excuse me, but would you mind if I sewed up your hat and clothes?" The scarecrow jumps up and down and the hat falls to the ground. "I promise I'll work fast on this." Flynn's not sure why but he gets a strange feeling as he walks with his cane that Turnip-Head did speak to him. Telling Flynn to take his time, but he thinks it's just the silly hallucination of an old man. Yes, he's certainly going senile.
Raven peers over a log as Flynn's fingers drift to the need and fabrics on hand. "You're going ta patch that thing up?"
"He never does any harm and he's friendly. Why not?"
Raven leans lazily against the hearthstone. "In case ya haven't noticed that things not human."
"Neither are you."
"But, ya ain't makin me a hat!"
Flynn pauses and thinks a moment. "How would you even wear a hat?"
"I'm certain you could make it work."
Flynn laughs at the idea. Him, make a hat that a fire demon couldn't burn? Laughable in the greatest way. "You think a bit much of me. I'm only an old hat maker."
"I don't think that."
"You're only hoping to get something nice." Flynn's fingers grace back over the hat thinking of the stitching and fine work that'll be necessary to fix it up. Raven's lips curl into a dark grin reminding Flynn that as harmless as he seems Raven is a fire demon of the highest caliber. "Though I don't feel I'm anywhere near getting to the heart of what needs to be done."
Raven cackles, embers prick at Flynn's skin as the demon burns into his log. "You are closer than you think." Then Flynn needed to try harder. Right now, he was absolutely boggled on what to do. "Say, if ya want revenge on Yuri I can think of a few ways."
"Oh?"
