101A/N: On my fuckshit again, sorry kids, I know I have other fics to update but my motivation is fickle and it just hit me that I'm writing the MCAT this summer so I'm all over the place right now.
To call it a shack is being generous.
It's a hideous, tiny thing he supposes once was a fine specimen made of sturdy stone and wood. Now, it's buried beneath thick, knotted vines that froth with sickly sweet purple flowers, and is held together by the moss that's seeped between the bricks. The windows are shattered and the wood long since rotted, but it is four walls and a roof and it is more than Mard Geer Tartaros can say he deserves.
(Oh, the kings, how they fall)
A/N: This was originally meant to be a huge oneshot with, like, overarching plot and shit but I realized I could use this as an exercise in writing drabbles. So, as it says on the tin: drabble series, non-chronological, probably gonna wind up heavy on the miramard ngl but this is mostly 'mard geer is now a member of ft, rip'.
I actually have a couple extra bits for this typed up already so I might drop another chapter tomorrow after class.
Happy 2019, pls sirs review
-Eien
