Victrus Rosenburg liked wearing sunglasses. They let him glare at passersby and moving crews without compunction, and they made it seem later in the day than it was, like his evening would soon--and finally--be underway. They came in particularly handy when he was stuck waiting on an antique grand piano to be unloaded into his new front parlor. By simpletons. If he'd dinged or scratched it while composing, that made it character. From careless movers? It grated like a strident note from a piccolo.
Like any note from a piccolo.
He hadn't minded when they were rough with his brass trunks. The three oddly green and obviously old containers he'd stashed the bulk of his belongings in could take a beating. And deliver lead poisoning if they spent overlong with their grubby hands all over the paint. A shame as they didn't seem to have many brains to spare to begin with. Liquefaction of nothing was far from spectacular.
He scratched his chin and opened the back of the hearse he'd borrowed for the rest of his equipment, string instruments carefully packed away around a complimentary coffin from Enz Funerals and Cremations. Empty, today. He hadn't the slightest idea what he'd use it for, but figured for the time being it'd serve as a fine centerpiece in the former formal dining room. It was wood. Tables were wood and the only one sat two and looked ridiculous in such a large room. Yes, the coffin would be fine. The beastly funeral home and an even beastlier, confounding funeral director--and indeed, Enz himself could go from well-mannered and polite to beastly quite literally, when one attempted to steal his precious things--Vic would have been pleased to leave behind, had it not meant his primary method of transportation would be across the city.
"Where you want this, Mister?" asked a man whose precarious hold on the legs of his piano--
Amber eyes widened behind his sunglasses.
"Dear god, man, have you never met a proper instrument before?" Horrified, Victrus situated himself underneath the untuned hulk of a masterpiece and shoved the incompetent man further down the side. It took five people to carry it through the double doored entryway and settle it into the room, and the only side that came down gently was his own. Dust scattered in a cloud around them--as it did with most of the very few things he owned. A cacophony of sounds pinged within the grand and he immediately smoothed a hand over the rough, unpolished exterior. "Barbarians!" he yelled as the moving crew hightailed it out the front door. No doubt to take off like cowards, not so much as a farewell. "Easy, baby. You're home now."
Whether or not his behavior was met with any kind of upset otherwise, via moving crew or nosy neighbors, Vic didn't care. He casually maneuvered his new dining room table into place, along with the rest of his belongings. With the hearse empty, one of the funeral home's employees waved cheerfully--ugh--from the front seat and honked as she pulled away.
"Far more suited for a resting place. Yes."
It was old, it had a delightfully musical creak as if it were continually unsettled against the earth, it was even so dim as to not need the sunglasses which he slipped to his inner jacket pocket. One bright light hung in the kitchen but that could be remedied. Replaced with candles. Yes. His aunt had perished in it, had even written curious instructions as if it might be haunted by ghosts, and it didn't have the obnoxiously open windows of the condo. Even better than all that: it was now his. A smile slid into place on his lips, thin but present all the same. He hadn't expected to be so pleased by four walls and a roof without a rental payment in sight. But timing, as it happened, was serendipitous.
The house was also huge, and he had what amounted to the belongings of a music student cobbling together finds from posh flea markets and castoffs from his family's morbid renaissance collection and the university's trove of instruments discarded as 'irreparable'.
Oh, the heating bill would no doubt be enormous, because he could tell from the draft the willed property leaked like a sieve.
But it was perfect.
Vic fixed the lighting in the kitchen, letting out a low, mournfully whistled tune as he worked. Candles continued to burn unevenly, wax dripping onto the counters as he wandered up to his temporary bedroom with a cup of tea laced with brandy.
The first thing he noticed when he woke around 3 in the morning on the unmade mattress on the floor was that his usual cup of cold tea and colder brandy was missing.
The second thing he noticed was the blanket.
Dreams come in a size too big so we can grow into them.
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