Ashes and Kingdoms

I have my own room.

The most surprising thing about being picked up by the Oandus family at the powderhouse was that.

Of course, that's close to the storage room, like the bedroom occupying the extra half and forcing a small writing desk and chair into an empty place, but still the private room is private.

I slept miscellaneously with my older and younger brothers in an orphanage, using a rattling round table for everyone, studying reading and writing arithmetic on the floor without a place, which was unexpected for Finn, who grew up in a normal environment, no matter how narrow the place was for just himself.

If you calmly contemplated the family structure of a powderhouse, it's only natural that you can't make a newly picked up boy into a room with your precious only daughter. However, given that it is not uncommon for an orphan taken by a farmer to be forced to sleep in a livestock shed, it is surprising that he was given a decent room.

The first night I went to bed alone, I was so carelessly restless that I never slept. When I woke up, I stretched out my hands and legs and confused myself not to hit anyone's body.

But there was also the warmth of the powdery family, and I got used to the situation after about ten days. After getting tired of working all day, I also began to feel a slight happiness in tugging into my bed as I wanted without having to shy away from anyone.

- But, but.

In the season when the leaves of the tree began to fade, he had to notice the problems in the private rooms.

"... Shit!

Yes, it is cold.

I cannot speak of a powderhouse that cannot be described as wealthy, and naturally cannot be luxurious like a firebowl or hot stone.

Unlike when I was sleeping in dough with the toddlers, he was alone on the sleeping table. If you don't have someone to hang out with, you'll have to sleep round like a potato bug so you don't miss the warmth.

Still, Finn couldn't say anything dissatisfied.

After a few sleepless nights in the cold, not to mention coughing up a red nose with swollen eyes, Fauna, my foster mother, finally realized that one day I was seriously worried about bringing ducks to bed tonight.

"Oh my god! It's cold weather to sleep on your own, I was surprised."

"Well, it's already that time of year. Hey Phineas, if it was cold, say so. Don't be shy."

Oandus scolds at first sight, too. Although Finn honestly nodded, his sincere certainty that he couldn't possibly complain about the treatment didn't even shake small.

As if he had spotted it, Oandus caught Finn that night trying to pull him up to his room without letting him get away.

"Come here, you're going to sleep with me tonight. Don't complain even if it's narrow, okay?

Instead, Oandus drags Finn as he says in a voice as if to expect discontent. It was usually the bedroom of two couples, and Fauna and Nellis waited together in a futon.

"Okay, now you have one more hot stone!

Nellis says something like that, even though it's a little trivial.

Um, but Oandus forcefully pushed Finn into the bunk.

The futon, which had already warmed up at the temperature of her adoptive mother and sister, gives a fluffy and unfamiliar smell. The smell of the orphanage, completely different from the ancient futon stained with the smell of a toddler's body odor, gave Finn a confusing face. No questions asked there, and Oandus goes in, making sure to hold Finn in.

"Ugh, cold, cold! Don't confine yourselves to sleeping on days like this."

"Don't snore, right?"

Nellis puts the order on, and Oandus looks pitiful. While interacting with no other love, the family leaned on one bedroom and warmed each other up.

"You're a little narrow on boulders. Nellis, are you wearing a proper futon? Come here more."

"Oh, no. That way, I have a father."

"Nellis......"

"Oh, yeah, there's Finn, too."

"Say no!! I don't like my mother anymore!

Finn stayed put at some point listening to the conversation that was exchanged in a whisper.

I can't get around because it's too narrow and smells unfamiliar.

Still, the warmth surrounds and dulls all the sensations, drawing them into a soft sleep.

"It's warm."

Just before his eyelids stuck and his consciousness sank into a calm darkness, such a whisper arrived slightly.

- Oh, that's warm.

Finn responded without speaking up and smiled alone.

Warm. This warmth is what my new family has given me. I need to take it without spilling a drop and never lose it...

In my dreams, but deep, engraved into my heart. When I did that, I felt like heat could be transmitted to the depths of my body even more than I actually did.

(Final)

= Serpentine feet below. Lower story caution.

At dawn of the night, Oandus looked at the gap and whispered sneakingly to Finn, who looked as neat as a lie that he had a cold.

"You know, Finn, you know... if I knew I should sleep alone, I could be honest with you."

……

"So, you see, there's a lot going on, there's the convenience of a man."

"?? Um... Was I in the way"

"It's not!... No, it's okay, if you don't mind, we can do it together, it's warmer, it's better than catching a cold..."

I dropped off my adoptive father's back as I said bump and walk away, and Finn was just baffled and stood up.

Common sense is all the different between a large number of miscellaneous fish sleepers in an orphanage, Finn, who has a low interest in sex after having had little time alone, and Oandus, who grew up as a single son in a windmill shed and lost this delusion whether in his room or not in adolescence.

Fathers and sons never buried that ditch in their lifetime.

That being said, earlier than that winter was over, Finn eventually turned back to his private room.

For in his sleep in a narrowed bunk came the seizure of a futon, and caused Nellis to catch a cold. On a very cold day, one of my cared for adoptive parents came to accompany me to bed, but eventually Finn's body was quicker to tolerate the cold or something......

Shit.