It will be a long time till I find my abode

[on_mans_road]

The entire ride out of the city, she watched the landscape pass, the scenery change. For a moment she could pretend she was going back home, speeding toward a known place. But she did not feel the tug in her heart she had on that road.

She left her hair loose for the trip to the country; she wore a white dress Biffy had picked out for her not long after she arrived, and a pair of shoes that she could easily slip off once they reached the house.

Amalthea tucked her hair back when they finally stopped, and as soon as she saw grass she took off her shoes so she could feel it on her bare feet. It took her a moment to even look toward the farmhouse, wondering how long it had been since anyone had lived in it. Had Biffy or Dorian told her...? Perhaps they had, but she couldn't remember now.

She was happy to be out of the city, at least.

"Do I need to put my shoes back on?"

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[on_mans_road]

Amalthea moved closer until she was leaning against Biffy's side. "You are good, Biffy. Even if there is something inside you beyond your control. You are good." She closes her eyes and holds her tea, sharing her presence with him. It had been a comfort to others before, she hoped that it could be now, even if she is only human.

[modern_alpha]

"I try," Biffy said. He reached into his pocket and held out a newly-made copy of the house key for Amalthea to take. "And I hope you will make yourself comfortable here as needed."

[on_mans_road]

"Can I bring things here?" she asked, wondering how much she could touch the property. Would she be a guest, a tenant, a caretaker?

[modern_alpha]

"Absolutely. Anything you like," Biffy said. He supposed, with the amount of extraordinary women in his life, he should have added a 'within reason' to the statement but he found Amalthea trustworthy.

[on_mans_road]

"I promise it will still be your place, too." She smiles at him and leans into him for a moment. His presence is strangely comforting. Perhaps because, at least in some ways, he understands her.

[modern_alpha]

Biffy nodded, not terribly worried. In a move that was perhaps a bit forward but which felt right, Biffy reached out and took Amalthea's hand. "If you wish to make your home in this place, I'll be honored."

[on_mans_road]

"What sorts of things do you like?" she asked, lightly squeezing Biffy's hand. She was curious, and maybe she could find things that he would like to, so it did not feel like a foreign place when he visited.

[modern_alpha]

"That is a very long list," Biffy said, smiling. "And I trust you to suss out my tastes well enough. Yours are very fine on their own." Squeezing her hands, Biffy gave her his most confident look.

"Let this be a place you come home to."