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[pecked_by_birds]

When he'd first returned to London, Prometheus had found himself back at his old studio. It was nothing special, a narrow building wedged between a high street shop and a bakery. The second floor served as a modest apartment, but the ground floor had, at one point, been a small shop. ...A shop the titan had ignored until today.

Old paintings hung from the walls, trinkets and treasures lined the shelves... There were crates of books- Vintage by now, and the case by the counter held everything from women's compacts to queer amulets. Things the titan had gathered and created over the years. ...Things he was ready to let go of.

He'd spent the night dusting and sweeping, washing windows and tidying away the mess. This morning he'd opened the shutters for the first time in ages, allowing the sunlight to pour in as he flipped the sign to open, and sank into a comfortable leather chair near the ancient looking register.

An old boom box sat on the counter, filling the shop with sound as the titan flipped open his old sketchbook and picked up where he'd left off years and years ago.

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[miss_ives]

Vanessa was quiet for a moment, digesting this new proof of his kindness today. "Thank you," she nodded, and stood. "But I've imposed long enough."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Not at all- It was very nice meeting you, Vanessa. Take good care of yourself, raven," the titan said, offering the barest hint of a smile.

[miss_ives]

Her gaze fell on the crate of books, and she looked back at him. "Do you still want me to take them?"

[pecked_by_birds]

"Of course- Books belong with those who will read them, or at least place them in good hands," the titan nodded.

[miss_ives]

"I do try and do both," Vanessa confirmed with a small smile. "But I must give you something for them," she added, opening her purse to find her wallet.

[pecked_by_birds]

"No, please- Money is not something I need," the titan assured her. "Instead, do this- Promise me you will come back one day. I would like to visit with you again, raven."

[miss_ives]

Vanessa paused, then closed her purse back up. "I will come back, Prometheus. And not because I've promised." She set the book she had put aside back in the box, and picked it up, judging the weight and deciding to find a cab outside. "Thank you," she told him, "for the books, and the conversation."

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan only nodded, slumping back into his chair and picking up his sketchbook once again.