[ the thing about all of your family being brutally murdered is that their properties typically get left alone. maybe people worry about headless ghosts or blood in the walls or god only knows what else--alex just knows that when it's snowing outside and they're trekking through the cold, a house is a house, especially one where the heat might still work.
it doesn't, but the fingerprint lock recognizes him, and the four of them are able to walk into the dark house fairly easily. alex flicks on a light and the place is illuminated, dimly--it's still decorated for christmas, mistletoe in every doorway, boughs of holly on the railing of the spiral staircase, a christmas tree in the corner. it's only been a few weeks since everything went down--of course the servants had already decorated, anticipating his parents arrival.
they never came, but their prodigal son did.
for him, this isn't anything big and fancy; this house is actually on the small side compared to the place where he lived before. but, the kitchens are stocked and with a little help from quinn, they get a crackling fire going in the fireplace, and hot cocoa on the stove. alex is quiet when he holds his cup, leaning on the doorway with mistletoe over his head (though he has yet to notice) as he tries not to think about everything this little house stands for--when quinn passes through the doorway while he stands in it, he tries to move out of her way and freezes.
it's cursed.
of course it is.
muttering: ] God, continuing traditions from the grave [ he looks up, and then at quinn, going for a crooked, jokey grin. ] Sorry, Quinn, you just got parent trapped.
this is the literal cutest prompt ever
it doesn't, but the fingerprint lock recognizes him, and the four of them are able to walk into the dark house fairly easily. alex flicks on a light and the place is illuminated, dimly--it's still decorated for christmas, mistletoe in every doorway, boughs of holly on the railing of the spiral staircase, a christmas tree in the corner. it's only been a few weeks since everything went down--of course the servants had already decorated, anticipating his parents arrival.
they never came, but their prodigal son did.
for him, this isn't anything big and fancy; this house is actually on the small side compared to the place where he lived before. but, the kitchens are stocked and with a little help from quinn, they get a crackling fire going in the fireplace, and hot cocoa on the stove. alex is quiet when he holds his cup, leaning on the doorway with mistletoe over his head (though he has yet to notice) as he tries not to think about everything this little house stands for--when quinn passes through the doorway while he stands in it, he tries to move out of her way and freezes.
it's cursed.
of course it is.
muttering: ] God, continuing traditions from the grave [ he looks up, and then at quinn, going for a crooked, jokey grin. ] Sorry, Quinn, you just got parent trapped.