[TW] musings

[Anonymous]

A N O N Y M O U S Boredom. Straight boredom. He wanders the plains in the darkness, the dawn not far off. Cloak wrapped around my shoulders, wings exposed to the cooler summer air. The day will grow hot, suffocating, but at the moment it's comfortable and relaxing. And yet he is so bored. No contracts, no bloodthirsty, revengeful aristocrats. The purpose in his life has come down to nothing. Maybe he'll start raping and murdering just to make his life more interesting. Sure he met Only, and that was the first exciting experience he's had in a long time. He met Finnian and lurked among some gathering of Dusk inhabitants. But besides that, there's been nothing. He grunts and stands still then, looking to the East where the sun will rise. He wonders if his brother across the sea is watching the same son. If he is surviving - thriving or failing? Is that damned tutor in charge or did he relinquish his control? He sighs, his two-toned eyes shadowed. Part of him wants to know what is happening at home. The other part never wants to go back, in mind or body, ever again. The thoughts linger, fading at a snail's pace, and he stands still, only just aware of his surroundings. After all, it does no good to have anyone surprise him in this moment of reverie. Short and museless, but I think it'll get better. @Only

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