Maybe it should've been something of a reassurance, being able to anticipate his mood once he inevitably opened his eyes to his cell’s white walls and was met with the morning intercom announcement. But his growing string of nonsuccesses was growing more burdensome with each day gone, plaguing him like a burning brand in the back, always there, always just out of reach. This was starting to go beyond pathetic. Aidou had practically been living in a foul mood since his imprisonment, but always with the understanding that he would be able to go out and face down an obstacle however many tries it took.
Now, though, he was beginning to feel he needed to do something greater to get around nights ending too soon, and the genius, the miracle genius, couldn’t immediately think of what. The noble had spent almost a month warding off the feeling, but it was there in the cloudy blue of his eyes: dismay.
Crap! Hadn’t he come this far in order to go all the way? Outlast any enemy? The phantom witch, the shadow, Akatsuki, everything, he’d endured it because he wouldn’t--couldn’t--be subdued. And in so short a time, less than a month… It was a drop in the ocean of such long-lived creature like himself. But no amount of rationale was about to dampen the shadow that loomed over his thoughts, and the vampire mutely crossed the second floor to take a seat in a cool, quiet spot along one of the chapel’s pews. Not knowing the full extent of the problem, he couldn’t think up a solution.
He leaned forward, dropping his chin into his palm. You need blood, a part of him whispered. You’re starting to lose it.
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What a night!
Maybe it should've been something of a reassurance, being able to anticipate his mood once he inevitably opened his eyes to his cell’s white walls and was met with the morning intercom announcement. But his growing string of nonsuccesses was growing more burdensome with each day gone, plaguing him like a burning brand in the back, always there, always just out of reach. This was starting to go beyond pathetic. Aidou had practically been living in a foul mood since his imprisonment, but always with the understanding that he would be able to go out and face down an obstacle however many tries it took.
Now, though, he was beginning to feel he needed to do something greater to get around nights ending too soon, and the genius, the miracle genius, couldn’t immediately think of what. The noble had spent almost a month warding off the feeling, but it was there in the cloudy blue of his eyes: dismay.
Crap! Hadn’t he come this far in order to go all the way? Outlast any enemy? The phantom witch, the shadow, Akatsuki, everything, he’d endured it because he wouldn’t--couldn’t--be subdued. And in so short a time, less than a month… It was a drop in the ocean of such long-lived creature like himself. But no amount of rationale was about to dampen the shadow that loomed over his thoughts, and the vampire mutely crossed the second floor to take a seat in a cool, quiet spot along one of the chapel’s pews. Not knowing the full extent of the problem, he couldn’t think up a solution.
He leaned forward, dropping his chin into his palm. You need blood, a part of him whispered. You’re starting to lose it.