Is this how your heart treats all strangers? || Regulus & Stubby
Regulus sat upright in his bed, the cold, blue light of the laptop screen illuminating his face. He had grown more and more accustomed to what 3 am looked like: the way the moon hung high in the air, small and distant, the world outside his window as dark as it would ever hope to be. That was when the house was safest. His parents, and the portraits in the halls, all long since asleep. Even the night shift elves dared not creep up to the highest floors, instead preparing the kitchen and the sitting rooms for the next day.
Something was gnawing away at him, at his insides. Regulus could not pinpoint exactly what they were, or where they were coming from. News of the bombings still popped up on the sidebars of the forums he so often frequented, but they were less frequent, less concrete, focusing more on abstract conspiracy theories than the death toll. Perhaps all it was was the loneliness that accompanied the still of the night.
[3:16:47 am - 30 May, 2015] arcAscending said:
anyone around? plz tell me im not the only insomniac on this thing. -- Arc