For a majority of Enzo's life, sleep had been a luxury; this was no longer the case as of late.
It was most nights that Enzo woke up screaming at an undesirable hour.
It was always the same chilling images rushing through, each night.
Bastien.
Because he'd never seen his brother's murder, It made it all the worse;
viewing a makeshift version his mind had conjured to envision as it.
He'd always be running in these helish nightmares, his hand always extended to
tell his brother of the oncoming killer--Always an inch too late.
That's when he'd wake up, as the blood flew back into his face.
As his brother passed on.
This night was no different to that of usual..
<d'I> "BROTHER, BROTHER!" Enzo would jolt awake at these words.
It'd been months, he needed to get over himself.
He is patriarch; leader of his house, and he wakes up screaming like a child as if
it were part of his daily routine..
Enzo heaved his shaking body from under his duvet and got to his feet, he needed to walk.
Within a moment he'd find himself at his wine cabinet; not that he really enjoyed the poison as he once had, however it still greeted him like an old friend he'd not seen in ages
Being a saturday night; many nobles in the local area were still up partying; a custom Enzo had fallen from in the recent months. He simply couldn't bring himself to attend to festivities; He had no reason as of late.
But.
The Celyreos felt it, with each sip from his glass.
His mind raced like it hadn't for the longest of times and with it; his lips curled into a smile.
Tears, Yes. Tears ran down his cheeks in a stream as crystal as his eyes.
It'd been so long since he'd thought of the good things, the happy times.
He wanted them back--More than anything.
Natasha, Bastien, Adeline.. They wouldn't want him in a such a state anyhow!
Enzo shrieked with joy at the mere thought of his grand return to bliss.
He finished the conversation with true Ithanian closure; downing the remainder of his wine.
The man simply didn't have it in him to continue the way he'd been lately. No longer would it be this way.
"Taking back tomorrow, oui.. It couldn't be all too hard."
It was most nights that Enzo woke up screaming at an undesirable hour.
It was always the same chilling images rushing through, each night.
Bastien.
Because he'd never seen his brother's murder, It made it all the worse;
viewing a makeshift version his mind had conjured to envision as it.
He'd always be running in these helish nightmares, his hand always extended to
tell his brother of the oncoming killer--Always an inch too late.
That's when he'd wake up, as the blood flew back into his face.
As his brother passed on.
This night was no different to that of usual..
<d'I> "BROTHER, BROTHER!" Enzo would jolt awake at these words.
It'd been months, he needed to get over himself.
He is patriarch; leader of his house, and he wakes up screaming like a child as if
it were part of his daily routine..
Enzo heaved his shaking body from under his duvet and got to his feet, he needed to walk.
Within a moment he'd find himself at his wine cabinet; not that he really enjoyed the poison as he once had, however it still greeted him like an old friend he'd not seen in ages
Being a saturday night; many nobles in the local area were still up partying; a custom Enzo had fallen from in the recent months. He simply couldn't bring himself to attend to festivities; He had no reason as of late.
But.
The Celyreos felt it, with each sip from his glass.
His mind raced like it hadn't for the longest of times and with it; his lips curled into a smile.
Tears, Yes. Tears ran down his cheeks in a stream as crystal as his eyes.
It'd been so long since he'd thought of the good things, the happy times.
He wanted them back--More than anything.
Natasha, Bastien, Adeline.. They wouldn't want him in a such a state anyhow!
Enzo shrieked with joy at the mere thought of his grand return to bliss.
He finished the conversation with true Ithanian closure; downing the remainder of his wine.
The man simply didn't have it in him to continue the way he'd been lately. No longer would it be this way.
"Taking back tomorrow, oui.. It couldn't be all too hard."
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