M a d n e s s (♫)

[kingxfthevale]

grumblygardens

He only had one visitor in the past few days, and that was his wife. Before that his son would stop by, everyday, leave a few things for his father and talk. But he stopped coming. There was no everyday anymore. He saw his wife now. She was one of the two faces he truly could recognize. Colbert hadn't been behaving himself too much, he had thrown several lunch trays at the nurses and had fits when the orderly glanced in his direction. The pastels his wife had left him were calming him down. “Tree, a big tree with big branches and bright green leaves. A tree. A tree. Yes, a tree.”

[kingxfthevale]

I am very slow, I still need to get out a few things and work on headcanons. I don't want to be swamped but I would like to rp with more people. If someone wants something short, please like this.

[kingxfthevale]

nxtyourtrinket

He tapped his fingers against the table. His hands kept straight as they were handcuffed to make sure he wouldn't attack the person there  to see him. “I don't....have my pencil.” He mumbled then leaned forward ready to scream at the young woman. “I don't have my pencil!”

[fernsthatdroptheirtears]

»Caged«

[fernsthatdroptheirtears]

It was almost frightening just how much he resembled Cornelius. The same dark hair, and the same shade in eye colour. Even this, their madness. Even that. She had stood when he began to act out. An orderly had come by to try to subdue her husband but she ordered them out. “My love…” Tabitha repeated in a softer tone as she walked slowly towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder. She had always been advised against it but she needed to to do it. It had been centuries since she had touched her husband. She took out another sheet of paper and urged him to continue to draw. “Can you draw me? I would love a drawing just for me.” It seemed as though she wasn’t going to be able to tell him about what happened to Cornelius just yet.

[kingxfthevale]

His fingers covered in the black soot reached for her face and smudged the dark chalky substance over her skin. “Tab....bi..tha.” He gripped the charcoal with his hands and began to draw out her portrait. He was a rather accomplished artist and that could have perhaps fuelled her opening of an art gallery. Colbert tensed when her fingers touched at his sleeve. “I'll do it.”

[kingxfthevale]

toobtainanimmortalsoul

He began to draw nearly breaking the pastels he was gifted by his wife. He wanted to have new colours. All of his drawings had been in black and white up until now. “I don't have your red.” he really wanted to touch her hair thinking that he draw the colour of her hair out into his chalky like pastels. “What red is that? Red. Red. I don't have that red.”

[fernsthatdroptheirtears]

»Caged«

flxwerking

She was there to see him. For a few days she had waited until she could tell him about their son. He had been mad through most of their marriage but the only time he was ever lucid was during Cornelius’s childhood. This made it more difficult. Below the Hospital, he was being held there for the time being until Oberon got what he wanted. “My love….” Her voice was a faint whisper as she stepped into the room. “I’ve come to tell you about our son…”

[kingxfthevale]

He had a rather large piece of charcoal in his hands. Colbert began to grip the dark chalky substance as he finished the drawing of how he remembered his son. He knew she was here to collect the pieces for her gallery, or that was all he could keep recorded in his head. “Almost done. Almost done. Almost done.” he repeated until he coloured in the eyes too dark. He attacked the paper and threw it ripping it to pieces. “I was almost done!”