After lunch, it was straight back to the Sun Room for the vampire. There was no music in any sense of the word here, certainly none to be enjoyed, and so there was no choice to be made if he were still adhering to the staff’s rules. He reclaimed the same couch as before, and now that the sun had moved, it was in more shade than before.
He sat back in a slump, head on the cushion, feet against the edge of the table. Sleeping and eating, those were about the only physical actions he could take, though as always his mind continued to act outside of that lazy routine. Naturally, trying to make up for the rest Wolfram had cost him seemed like the natural thing to do, now that he and the ninja boy had gone, and the meeting between ‘groups’ had cooled down. But… his listlessness didn’t necessarily equate to being able to relax. It felt unwise to close his eyes now.
He’d taken his journal with him, and it sat against the arm he’d reflexively laid across his injury. The noble tapped the cover with his finger, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. After a long moment, he opened it against his thigh and wrote a line in unembellished script, of a theory he’d read long ago, that really meant nothing to him, but that impulsively came to mind. Then he looked at it, sitting there in the middle of a blank page. Just words. Sighing, he tipped his head back. He could sense the sun’s progress towards the western horizon as well as he could his own body healing…
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After lunch, it was straight back to the Sun Room for the vampire. There was no music in any sense of the word here, certainly none to be enjoyed, and so there was no choice to be made if he were still adhering to the staff’s rules. He reclaimed the same couch as before, and now that the sun had moved, it was in more shade than before.
He sat back in a slump, head on the cushion, feet against the edge of the table. Sleeping and eating, those were about the only physical actions he could take, though as always his mind continued to act outside of that lazy routine. Naturally, trying to make up for the rest Wolfram had cost him seemed like the natural thing to do, now that he and the ninja boy had gone, and the meeting between ‘groups’ had cooled down. But… his listlessness didn’t necessarily equate to being able to relax. It felt unwise to close his eyes now.
He’d taken his journal with him, and it sat against the arm he’d reflexively laid across his injury. The noble tapped the cover with his finger, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. After a long moment, he opened it against his thigh and wrote a line in unembellished script, of a theory he’d read long ago, that really meant nothing to him, but that impulsively came to mind. Then he looked at it, sitting there in the middle of a blank page. Just words. Sighing, he tipped his head back. He could sense the sun’s progress towards the western horizon as well as he could his own body healing…