Berries and Greed

I peered down at the street below. A young demiurgus couple in similar Victorian-esque black dresses were walking down the opposite side with arms linked, one of them carrying a big, fancy shopping bag and the other clutching a cardboard holder with two takeout cups. They looked like the ones from the coffee place on the next street over. I wondered if Greid would want to go there in the morning. Or if I’d be brave enough to go by myself.

I left the window open and went over to retrieve my suitcases, heaving the bigger of the pair onto the chest at the end of the bed. I took my time unpacking my clothes and folding them neatly before stowing them in the dresser, or hanging them in the armoire.

It was nice—and exciting—to listen to the sounds of the quiet city street outside, and the faint bustle of traffic from the nearby road. It was all just right there. I could go out whenever I wanted, without having to get the high priest’s permission and wrangle one or two other cult members into joining me. Most of them felt uncomfortable in the outside world, so only a few of them ever agreed, and only rarely. Robbie and Nancy would sometimes be willing to go out, but only for a little while, and Violet was usually too busy with work. Plus, she was getting older now, and those stairs really were brutal.

I spent a long time carefully arranging my skincare products on the vanity just as I liked them, then carried my bath products into the big, fancy bathroom, admiring the huge tub and giant glass shower enclosure with a rainfall head high above.

Even though I’d unpacked at a leisurely pace, savouring it, I was still done pretty quickly. I really didn’t have a lot of stuff.

That’ll change soon, I thought with determination. Surely I’d be able to find some kind of job. I didn’t care what it was. Now that I didn’t have to worry about making rent or not starving to death, it didn’t feel quite so impossible as it had before.

I glanced around the room, then at the door. Surely Greid wasn’t still in the shower, but maybe he wanted some time alone. Walking over to the bed, I sat down and bounced a few times to test out the mattress. It felt soft but not too soft, and the sheets were a warm, cosy fabric that I petted for a few seconds.

Spotting the TV remote on the nightstand, I grinned and lunged for it. Greid would have way more channels than we got at the compound. There, we were only allowed to watch some fancy arts channels that showed documentaries about the contributions the demiurgus had made to the arts—their paintings and sculptures and architecture. Or recordings of hours-long demiurgus operas with their strange, otherworldly music that I, quite frankly, didn’t overly enjoy.

But as I went to turn the TV on, I hesitated, glancing at the door again. I kind of… wanted to watch with Greid. Have him show me what he enjoyed. Tell me which shows were the popular ones that everyone went wild for.

And that was what I was here for, right? To hang out with him? To be his friend? Well, I was gonna damn well do it. He was letting me live here—free of charge for the time being—so I wasn’t just going to hide away in my room when all he’d wanted was to have someone around so he felt less lonely.

God, I was getting soft, because the urge to find him and give him a big hug made me squirm. I wasn’t a very touchy-feely person. At least, I didn’t think I was, but maybe that was because I’d never felt close enough to anyone except Violet. Besides, I was pretty sure Greid would stiffen up and turn into a babbling mess if I lunged at him for a hug. Just because he’d invited me here to be his roommate didn’t mean he wanted me to touch him.

Making a decision, I set down the remote and rose from the bed. After opening my door, I peeked my head out and went still, listening for any sounds in the house. I couldn’t hear anything. I was guessing Greid had his own ensuite, and maybe I was too high up to be able to hear his shower, but surely he’d come out of his room soon.

Padding over varnished hardwood and worn rugs with my bare feet, I resolutely ignored the mysterious closet door and wandered all the way down the winding staircase to the first floor. Then I stopped, listening again. Still nothing.

The living room door was open, so I headed in there, feeling a little uncomfortable, like I was a cat burglar skulking around someone’s home. But the moment I stepped into the living room, I relaxed. There was something so oddly comforting about the dark walls and crowded shelves and surfaces. It was a little dimmer in here now that the sun was dipping behind the rows of townhouses, but there was still enough light for me to see fine.

I eyed that little cubby in the corner of the room again, but decided I wouldn’t go snooping for at least a few days, mainly in case Greid suddenly appeared from his bedroom across the hall and caught me.