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[onwhatwingswedareaspire]

It is dark.

((Warning: Contains traumatized characters and other content that should be warned for. We will attempt to start keeping up-to-date specific warning list soon))

A Nice Quiet Retirement

[asmyown]

Lynn finally has everything she wanted.

And she has no idea what to do.

She wanders her house, restless, anxious, feeling like the other shoe is about to drop. She stashes knives in strange places. The cupboard. Underneath the left chair in the kitchen. In a little gap between the window frame and the wall. Under her pillow, under her bed, in her sock drawer. She remembers them all. Once a week, she does rounds, and she checks to make sure they're well kept and sharp. Every time there's a loud noise from outside her house, she jumps. One memorable time, she upended the table for cover from archer fire because the kettle sounded just like a whistling arrow. Then she remembered that she's not in a warzone, anymore. She sweeps up the shards of china and buys another set at the market, and mentions it to no one.

Reading helps. She can almost be still, almost relax. Almost forget what she's lost and who she's killed. Almost ignore the looks people in town give her as they back away from their war hero. Sometimes, when it's a good book, she can even forget that the town nickname for her is 'butcher.' She can, in those moments, recall that she's human.

But she can't read all the time. Years of constant movement has ruined her for sitting in a chair day in and day out. She has to - do something. Anything. Or she'll go mad.

At near random, she decides to go to the market for window shopping. Maybe she'll find something interesting there. Or maybe not. Either way, it'll kill a few hours, and get her out of the house.