For the last few days he had done nothing. He had laid there and done absolutely nothing. No eating, no sleeping, no movement from the once too friendly and too nice large domestic. He used to have so much energy and now that was non existent. Save for the small movement of breath he had not once moved from the small home he had acquired. He had wanted to just go home after the incident. Didn't want to clog up Vaas' den. Had never wanted to be a burden like he had been to his brother. He recieved news of the outside world often enough. Someone letting him know that Rhine had gotten sick, that Medusa had died, that they had went off to fight the bandits. And none of it he could even find in himself to care about. It was like all the vigor and the restlessness that he had, the excitement and energy that he had possessed had all been taken away.
When the world had even taken away from him. It was just bleak and blank. There was nothing to make him gasp at. Nothing to make him yearn for life. How would he function? How did he replace? His sunset orbs slowly began to weep, fat tears sliding down sightless gaze as he turned his head to the side, stomach groaning and twisting with pain because of hunger. As if it mattered if he ate anything. He took away his sight, he took away something that until now he hadn't known how much he actually needed it. Ears pulled back against his skull as he swallowed thickly and pushed himself to sit up. Sluggish. Weak. He moved with no really notion of where he was going, head bumping harshly into the doorframe of his open door. A pained hiss escaping him before he gave up and leaned there against the frame that he could no longer see, feeling the wood grain against his skin. The tears fell slower...
When the world had even taken away from him. It was just bleak and blank. There was nothing to make him gasp at. Nothing to make him yearn for life. How would he function? How did he replace? His sunset orbs slowly began to weep, fat tears sliding down sightless gaze as he turned his head to the side, stomach groaning and twisting with pain because of hunger. As if it mattered if he ate anything. He took away his sight, he took away something that until now he hadn't known how much he actually needed it. Ears pulled back against his skull as he swallowed thickly and pushed himself to sit up. Sluggish. Weak. He moved with no really notion of where he was going, head bumping harshly into the doorframe of his open door. A pained hiss escaping him before he gave up and leaned there against the frame that he could no longer see, feeling the wood grain against his skin. The tears fell slower...
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