Post by The Jenn on Nov 7, 2007 20:40:34 GMT -5
Fino wanted to ignore the world. Its troubles could surely wait, couldn't they, for the Queen to get a little extra sleep? It wasn't like he'd gotten much these past three days, what with some very loud and very urgently needed reconstruction work on the wing just down from his. Apparently someone had been practicing a newly acquired ability involving very, very large rocks. And flying.
Why the hell would those two things ever be combined?
If his uncle hadn't been present when he found her, the woman would already be dead. As it was, he wanted very badly to stalk down to the prison cell where she was being temporarily held and throttle her with his bare, clenched hands. The noise of construction prevented more than a light, restless sleep, constantly interrupted and not at all satisfying. By the end of it, he just waited for the sunlight to creep in through his window so he could crawl out of bed and get some morning tea. The caffeine didn't even affect him. It just tasted nice, and the warmth made him happy.
The headaches were constant and unending. His head didn't like having its sleep schedule disturbed and it let him know in no uncertain terms that it was displeased.
And... was that a faint hazing to his vision? He froze in the middle of the hallway, staring at the window ahead of him as the scene began to fuzz and darken slightly at the edges. Peripheral vision going dark... oh, gods damn it all. No. Why?!
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, mentally counting to ten and ignoring the man next to him who had been talking and was now looking at him quizzically. When he opened them, the sides of his vision remained dark and the haze persisted. He wanted to scream and could feel the muscles of his jaw clench, neck tensing and scalp prickling.
Forcing himself to blink a few times and resume an even-keel expression, he turned to the man and nodded apologetically. "Excuse me, but I'm afraid I forgot something exceptionally important about today. This meeting will have to wait. Speak to Dymphna about rescheduling, and tell her that I said you have priority." Another nod and he turned, walking back to his rooms as quickly as would look 'normal'.
The warning gave him maybe half an hour to force the builders away from the palace by any means necessary up to and including magic, close all of his windows, lock all of his doors, and curl up in a little ball of nervous anticipation on his bed. Starting this early... it would probably last well into the evening. Looked like he wouldn't be eating for the rest of the day. The migraines always left him nauseous, quiet, and unbalanced afterwards, and usually only came once every month or two. He'd just had one a week ago, though, and now... screwed up sleep schedule, exhaustion, stress, and now this.
Damn it all. He wanted to hit something so very, very badly. Maybe one of the construction workers would protest. He relished the thought.
Why the hell would those two things ever be combined?
If his uncle hadn't been present when he found her, the woman would already be dead. As it was, he wanted very badly to stalk down to the prison cell where she was being temporarily held and throttle her with his bare, clenched hands. The noise of construction prevented more than a light, restless sleep, constantly interrupted and not at all satisfying. By the end of it, he just waited for the sunlight to creep in through his window so he could crawl out of bed and get some morning tea. The caffeine didn't even affect him. It just tasted nice, and the warmth made him happy.
The headaches were constant and unending. His head didn't like having its sleep schedule disturbed and it let him know in no uncertain terms that it was displeased.
And... was that a faint hazing to his vision? He froze in the middle of the hallway, staring at the window ahead of him as the scene began to fuzz and darken slightly at the edges. Peripheral vision going dark... oh, gods damn it all. No. Why?!
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, mentally counting to ten and ignoring the man next to him who had been talking and was now looking at him quizzically. When he opened them, the sides of his vision remained dark and the haze persisted. He wanted to scream and could feel the muscles of his jaw clench, neck tensing and scalp prickling.
Forcing himself to blink a few times and resume an even-keel expression, he turned to the man and nodded apologetically. "Excuse me, but I'm afraid I forgot something exceptionally important about today. This meeting will have to wait. Speak to Dymphna about rescheduling, and tell her that I said you have priority." Another nod and he turned, walking back to his rooms as quickly as would look 'normal'.
The warning gave him maybe half an hour to force the builders away from the palace by any means necessary up to and including magic, close all of his windows, lock all of his doors, and curl up in a little ball of nervous anticipation on his bed. Starting this early... it would probably last well into the evening. Looked like he wouldn't be eating for the rest of the day. The migraines always left him nauseous, quiet, and unbalanced afterwards, and usually only came once every month or two. He'd just had one a week ago, though, and now... screwed up sleep schedule, exhaustion, stress, and now this.
Damn it all. He wanted to hit something so very, very badly. Maybe one of the construction workers would protest. He relished the thought.
