... ... ... IF WALLS COULD TALK ... ... ...

(The oddest fluff I never expected myself to write...)

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"Oh, hello, dear!" gleefully greeting a human and needing no further scanning or querying, as with the first step inside atom by atom they already perceived her aura - a true fairy north light they had never seen but now could imagine it looked exactly like that. And a bit of shading didn't spoil the picture. It would dispel as they're eager to help and heal.

So, they welcomed her - a guest quietly observing the empty space. And chose her instantly, visioning the future, "Done, no more nominees, she's perfect!" Spirit for a company and a body to shelter. Yet, they froze, harboring hopes for mutuality, not wanting to let her go, but had no arms to keep her and no voice to blandish her.

Anyways, their or third-party tries would basically fail. She examined the place mutely with a kind and expert look, seemed like also forecasting... Aw, it thrilled to shivers. They couldn't read her mind yet - for tuning in with one of a human it needed more time together.

Thus, they were left to fate and anticipation. Of a decisive, for everyone, verdict of hers...

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Blessed! She turned up a magician they never expected to meet. Though, it took few weeks of fuss, and mess, and strangers, while they stood all disturbance without complaining. Because the result was worth it. And, as the main promising bonus to the beauty, efficiency and coziness she settled, came the fact that since then rightfully and completely they were owned by her and proclaimed as her home for life, not rented.

Along these lines, the same enchantingly she had the keys, material and, ooh, the ones to the Spirit of the space, filled it with breathing, sentiments and meaning. The gratitude could never be expressed, and so, all they wished was to serve the cause and not letting her down...

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Of course, the walls had no sense of time, but through her they knew it passed seven years as days and nights selflessly doing their best to safeguard her peace and sleep. To the point a repair man for something barely needed. And only humans to rarely knock on the door, yet not allowed in, were those who delivered goods.

It's not that they were overcareful or jealous of her. But they felt her through. That was her personal regard - not liking to admit anyone into her interior. Even in spite of all her unquestionable warm-heartedness. She was the mistress, and so, they followed her will.

But once she came home totally unusual... Yes, a spell ago her mood slowly began to change, and now she returned to them no longer satisfied. No, they were not the reason. It was out of their boundaries, another whereabouts called work which didn't please her anymore, instead troubling her mind and weighting her soul's wings. And the worst part - they couldn't aid, making things easier for her or giving an advice at least... Well, it's a different story.

Still, that strange sweltering day she entered back with unseen before color in her aura and also something sparking inside her. Her dreamy look, obscure images and affected reflections, as they browsed her substance, puzzled more than her working issues. Not worried, though, but excited they became and so curious.

When soon, unexpectedly, after fading a little, that happened again, they rejoiced silly. And a novel word, or rather that was a name of the one responsible for her new-found condition, humbly fitted in the inmost nook of her heart.

And then, fundamental changes to flood her entity, the space and the world beyond the walls came crashing down... from Heavens? At some point they even felt bitter... with the conventional Universe orders, on account of practical impossibility for them to walk, and see, and get acquainted with the other human creature - they were pretty sure about that - who caused all those shifts and the brightest rainbow-like external bloom along with the sacred glowing shine in her. The same like ages ago she painted them all right colors and furnished with meanings.

But seemed Gods did hear the plea... And one morning with a light knock on the door a man was welcomed, by her and by them. As the same tints, as if of a twin, almost mirroring hers, to his spirit he had. Doubling the north light, making it fantastically perceptible and expand. And the closer those two appeared, the more eminent fireworks blew up, illumining the room when it's yet not Christmas.

They didn't know they could be ever happier, for themselves and for the humans. And surprisingly, the mess the two threw around, repeatedly every day and night doing so strange things with each other, entwined, on every surface, as well as pressing against them in the shower, in the hall, exploding with bliss - all that didn't insult them but regaled, and solaced, and enraptured.

That's why that man, by the name of Antonio - such a delight for her to voice, in addition to the sounds he drew from her at the tightest connection, was destined to be genially admitted by them as the host of her heart and since recently of the space too. They loved to share, to gather, to absorb. And now their vital aspiration clearly escalated up to making every endeavour to properly safeguard "the guilty parties", the ones who dear to those and this fairily-paradisiacal atmosphere as a whole, with no deadlines. Period.