Outside, Stefan kept chopping the logs into smaller bits, fit enough for the fire places. His hands began to ache, and then finally went numb, but he kept chopping anyway. A bit of pain was preferable to his brother when he was already in a pissy mood. Not to mention that you put him in that mood, his mind whispered.
When had a rather large pile of the smaller bits of wood ready, he dropped the axe on the ground, as if glad to be rid of it, and collected the wood in sturdy wooden boxes that Rosiel had prepared. Stefan called out toward the bar area, hoping that Rosiel would have kept one of the windows open to avoid getting over-heated in a kitchen area. After waiting for several minutes with no answer, he called out again.
Annoyed, he went to the bar, but paused at the entrance and looked back at The Blue Tree. Most of the snow had now fallen off of it, and Stefan assumed that it was because of the animals. But he wondered why the other trees hadn't been touched by them; they were still snow-laden. He was startled by the door opening behind him, and his brother emerging, fully dressed, with a simple white shirt and the same black trousers from earlier, however dust-free and with an elegant dress-belt.
"Are you finished?" he asked, with his hands on his hips in an annoyed way.
"Yeah, just need to bring the boxes inside. I was going to ask for your help."
"You're tired; I'll take care of it. Go and get dressed, all right?"
Stefan nodded and went inside, grateful of the warm interior. Rosiel didn't mind the cold at all, unless it was his feet or hands, but Stefan hated it. It was one of the reasons he was so reluctant to stay in Ravenholm. Stefan was originally also dressed in black trousers, but he had on a matching black button-up shirt. Both the trousers and the shirt were dirty with snow, wood shavings and chips, and his shirt was drenched in sweat.
He went to his quarters, which were next to Rosiel's, to change. He selected sturdy canvas trousers of a dark blue color, and another black shirt. He couldn't find any of his belts, so he decided to peek into Rosiel's room, to borrow one.
As his brother was particular about his things, Stefan thought it better to simply borrow a belt without asking, and returning it later. After making sure that Rosiel was still outside, packing the wood away in the boxes before carrying them in with a quick glance out one of the windows, he snuck into his older brother's room.
Rosiel's room was as neat as Stefan's, but he didn't know where Rosiel kept his belts. He started to look around while trying not to disturb his belongings too much. He ended up finding a belt tucked under the Angel's bed, along with other curious items. There was a silver cross, which made sense, as Rosiel was an Angel, but why under the bed? There were two bottles of Vodka, one half drained and the other unopened.
Stefan frowned, but decided that now was not the best time to persue it. He also found a necklace, but before he could properly examine it, he heard the entrance door slam shut, meaning that Rosiel was inside. He hurriedly stuffed everything except the belt back under the bed, and silently walked to the door. By the clacks that his boots were making on the wooden floor, Stefan could hear that Rosiel was going upstairs to distribute the wood there first.
When he was sure that Rosiel was upstairs, Stefan got out of Rosiel's room, and dashed inside his own room, then layed on the bed, waiting to be told what to do.
When had a rather large pile of the smaller bits of wood ready, he dropped the axe on the ground, as if glad to be rid of it, and collected the wood in sturdy wooden boxes that Rosiel had prepared. Stefan called out toward the bar area, hoping that Rosiel would have kept one of the windows open to avoid getting over-heated in a kitchen area. After waiting for several minutes with no answer, he called out again.
Annoyed, he went to the bar, but paused at the entrance and looked back at The Blue Tree. Most of the snow had now fallen off of it, and Stefan assumed that it was because of the animals. But he wondered why the other trees hadn't been touched by them; they were still snow-laden. He was startled by the door opening behind him, and his brother emerging, fully dressed, with a simple white shirt and the same black trousers from earlier, however dust-free and with an elegant dress-belt.
"Are you finished?" he asked, with his hands on his hips in an annoyed way.
"Yeah, just need to bring the boxes inside. I was going to ask for your help."
"You're tired; I'll take care of it. Go and get dressed, all right?"
Stefan nodded and went inside, grateful of the warm interior. Rosiel didn't mind the cold at all, unless it was his feet or hands, but Stefan hated it. It was one of the reasons he was so reluctant to stay in Ravenholm. Stefan was originally also dressed in black trousers, but he had on a matching black button-up shirt. Both the trousers and the shirt were dirty with snow, wood shavings and chips, and his shirt was drenched in sweat.
He went to his quarters, which were next to Rosiel's, to change. He selected sturdy canvas trousers of a dark blue color, and another black shirt. He couldn't find any of his belts, so he decided to peek into Rosiel's room, to borrow one.
As his brother was particular about his things, Stefan thought it better to simply borrow a belt without asking, and returning it later. After making sure that Rosiel was still outside, packing the wood away in the boxes before carrying them in with a quick glance out one of the windows, he snuck into his older brother's room.
Rosiel's room was as neat as Stefan's, but he didn't know where Rosiel kept his belts. He started to look around while trying not to disturb his belongings too much. He ended up finding a belt tucked under the Angel's bed, along with other curious items. There was a silver cross, which made sense, as Rosiel was an Angel, but why under the bed? There were two bottles of Vodka, one half drained and the other unopened.
Stefan frowned, but decided that now was not the best time to persue it. He also found a necklace, but before he could properly examine it, he heard the entrance door slam shut, meaning that Rosiel was inside. He hurriedly stuffed everything except the belt back under the bed, and silently walked to the door. By the clacks that his boots were making on the wooden floor, Stefan could hear that Rosiel was going upstairs to distribute the wood there first.
When he was sure that Rosiel was upstairs, Stefan got out of Rosiel's room, and dashed inside his own room, then layed on the bed, waiting to be told what to do.
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