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Aria had been working and living at the brothel now for a few months, it was enough time for him to have grown accustomed to his new life, but he was still very fragile.
He hadn't slept until after sunrise and then had to start again at midday, it was now just after sunset and he was exhausted. He had crept out for a moment to catch some air, to take some breaths that didn't fill his nose with the smells of stale sweat and semen. He sat himself on the ground, back against the wall, close enough to the brothel's front entrance that he could run inside if anyone wanted to attack him. That wouldn't be in the least bit surprising to him - he was a convicted Wrecker now, by law people had every right to be violent towards him.
He couldn't keep his thoughts from wandering to what he'd be doing if he were home at the palace now - most likely enjoying a hot meal with Narim, or curled up by the fire reading a book...
He sighed and looked up at the sky, counting the stars as a distraction whilst he caught his breath.