Rantos
The man with 1001 waifus
Illiam Herlaa
Tags: Azure Sky
Illiam couldn't stop thinking. Beyond the usual thoughts that swarm, the buzz of desire and hunger that pangs. Those wonderful distractions were gone today. Too many names and the faces they summoned from the mist of his mind, too much Illiam would rather forget. The mist cleared, visages that brought Illiam to tremble were made known to his memory. The sights were unwelcome. The memories of those who stole from him caused his arm to throb. The memories of those stolen from him caused his heart to throb. He wished to rend it all from his body.
The door opened gently. Quiet, careful, Illiam walked into the infirmary. The usually heavy steps rang softly this time as Illiam spotted what he was looking for. Minerva laid alone in the infirmary bed. Illiam needed this, a moment of rest, and with any luck, she could bring back the fog that comforted him once more.
Illiam was silent as he pulled up a chair, silent as he stood over Minerva and silent until he dropped a single flower on her lap. A flower that had longe since been broken by the stem by Illiam's grip on it, bent to a sharp angle. The still budding flower was painted a stunning green. "Get better." The command rang out with all the sincerity such a wish would usually convey. Even if his tone held tone held little kindness.
Finally taking a seat next to Minerva, Illiam took a few moments to look at the girl. His expression, of furrowed brow and downturned lips, told of Illiam's sadness. Looking upon Minerva, not in pity, in hurt. "I'm glad you weren't taken from me." An honest sentiment. After all, Illiam wanted this girl. Or rather, after their first interaction, he had already laid a cold claim to her. His calm tone did will to hide the intent that sullied his words.
"Minerva. Mind if I stick around here for the day? Ain't got anywhere else to go."
Tags: Azure Sky
Illiam couldn't stop thinking. Beyond the usual thoughts that swarm, the buzz of desire and hunger that pangs. Those wonderful distractions were gone today. Too many names and the faces they summoned from the mist of his mind, too much Illiam would rather forget. The mist cleared, visages that brought Illiam to tremble were made known to his memory. The sights were unwelcome. The memories of those who stole from him caused his arm to throb. The memories of those stolen from him caused his heart to throb. He wished to rend it all from his body.
The door opened gently. Quiet, careful, Illiam walked into the infirmary. The usually heavy steps rang softly this time as Illiam spotted what he was looking for. Minerva laid alone in the infirmary bed. Illiam needed this, a moment of rest, and with any luck, she could bring back the fog that comforted him once more.
Illiam was silent as he pulled up a chair, silent as he stood over Minerva and silent until he dropped a single flower on her lap. A flower that had longe since been broken by the stem by Illiam's grip on it, bent to a sharp angle. The still budding flower was painted a stunning green. "Get better." The command rang out with all the sincerity such a wish would usually convey. Even if his tone held tone held little kindness.
Finally taking a seat next to Minerva, Illiam took a few moments to look at the girl. His expression, of furrowed brow and downturned lips, told of Illiam's sadness. Looking upon Minerva, not in pity, in hurt. "I'm glad you weren't taken from me." An honest sentiment. After all, Illiam wanted this girl. Or rather, after their first interaction, he had already laid a cold claim to her. His calm tone did will to hide the intent that sullied his words.
"Minerva. Mind if I stick around here for the day? Ain't got anywhere else to go."