The day had been welcomed with sensation of harrowing emptiness, burrowing into the very core of his bones. Moving became an unnecessary chore and even the famed Adrien Agreste refused to rise from his bed in order to meet the demands of his father. One of which refused to spend the day with his children on such a needed occasion. Father of the year? Definitely not.
Both twins were left to do as they pleased. Even Nathalie failed to acknowledge their existence unless absolutely necessary. Viridescent colored optics stare blindly at the tiles high above him, their usual light gone.
He needed to see Félix or he may as well go insane. Surely his beloved Lady would spend her mother as any should. But, they--
Adrien finds himself out the door before he could even register the very moment he had willed enough energy to stand and he’s running toward his twin brother’s room with surprising speed. Something wasn’t right.
He can hear his twin brother before he dares open the door. His knock goes unheard, pianist fingers curling over the decorative knob as he begins to turn it. Never in his life could he have imagined a vase hurling toward him in his own home and he’s thankful for his cat-like reflexes as he shuts the door just in time for it to shatter on the wall beside him.
With wide eyes, he hesitates before attempting with the door once more, his vision instantly shifting to the disaster on the flooring beneath. He should have know, he should have arrived earlier, he should have--
❝Fé! This isn’t going to help anything!❞
