Post by Spiderfly on Mar 19, 2008 21:48:49 GMT -5
He sat quietly in his own little world. It had been this way for a while now. Pravus would have moments of clarity. . sanity some would say instead, while Peaches or Mephit were around. And for a few days he'd even seem to function like a regular person, grieving, but normal. Especially after he had talked to Bernard, Pravus had seemed to heal in some small way and was fine for a while.
But. . lately. The loneliness began to get to him. Peaches was off somewhere, Mephit, though always around, was never around. So he sat in the dungeon lit only with candles, staring at the shadows on the wall. This was it then, he had finally given up. Life sucked, it wasn't worth it.
His hand snaked over beside him and gripped a sharp knife, bringing it down into his lap. Golden eyes stared at the reflective bright surface, watching those shadows bounce off of it. He wasn't afraid of the pain, or of death. He just wished.. . that he could have him back. Every part of his body and soul prayed for that moment, that his Queen would come back. Somehow. . . come back, and be there. To run his hands through that hair, though now it wouldn't be to help a headache.
The dull throb at the back of his head was all he had left of his love. That was it, that was all. But soon, soon he'd be able to curl up beside his Queen again. Soon he'd be able to hold him close and keep him warm, and make him happy. The knife flashed down, making a quick cut across his arm. He watched a slight bit of blood well, damn he hadn't gone deep enough. And for some reason he had avoided his wrist. . . He held it against the artery, and pressed it down, feeling it begin to bite.
But . . suddenly. Pravus choked, knife dropping to the ground in the small pool of blood he had made and stood quickly. In a flash he was up the stairs. He had seen . .. He rushed down the hallway, taking a right so quick that a piece of armor went clattering from it's display. White gown. . whispering across the floor. HE SAW. . .!
He kept running until he reached the door, the door he hadn't touched in a very long time. Tears ran down his face and he pushed forwards into the room. . . Fino's room. There wasn't even a stain there, the staff had really cleaned it up well. . . .
Slowly, he moved towards the door to the main bed chamber. His heart was leaping and bounding as he quietly pushed into the room.
. . . Red hair flowing in unfelt wind. His gown, sitting just so.
"My Queen." Pravus gasped as he fell to his knees. . . . "My Queen."
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The next morning Pravus woke from the best sleep he had had in a very long time, wrapped around his Queen.
"I missed you. . . " He whispered. Though no one else would know who he was talking to. . . His Queen had finally returned.
((. . . . Fino is back! >.> As a ghost. I shall have fun with this with Jenn. Everyone will think Pravus is talking to himself. ))
