Fabien's drank of his sorrows, slow and deep, until barren and exhausted he slept where he had fallen.
The boy awoke when the night was fresh and young, his body curled against the door like an abandoned hound. He wearily found his feet, his thin limbs aching and a hollowness in his stomach that begged his attention.
He ventured from his room, hair a wild tangle of knotted curls and eyes so dark and swollen they were like the blackened pits of a skull.
The pale haired boy wandered listlessly through the shadow rich halls, until he reached the kitchen door and nudged it aside with a careless shoulder.
He began to rifle absently through cupboards, gathering the fruit and bread that Colombe often prepared in anticipation for his arrival. When the urchin had finished foraging like a wild creature, he turned to the stash of wine at his disposal and grabbed the slender neck of a dusty bottle.
With drink and food to hand, the boy slumped across two chairs in a melancholy sprawl. He did not bother with delicacy nor etiquette, but ate and drank with hungry abandon.
He drew the bottle to his lips, throat flexing as a thin trail of wine darkened his jaw and throat. Then with a gasp he withdrew, and leaned back in his chair with his head swimming deliciously.
By all appearances, the usually lively and companionable creature clearly had no desire to be disturbed.
The boy awoke when the night was fresh and young, his body curled against the door like an abandoned hound. He wearily found his feet, his thin limbs aching and a hollowness in his stomach that begged his attention.
He ventured from his room, hair a wild tangle of knotted curls and eyes so dark and swollen they were like the blackened pits of a skull.
The pale haired boy wandered listlessly through the shadow rich halls, until he reached the kitchen door and nudged it aside with a careless shoulder.
He began to rifle absently through cupboards, gathering the fruit and bread that Colombe often prepared in anticipation for his arrival. When the urchin had finished foraging like a wild creature, he turned to the stash of wine at his disposal and grabbed the slender neck of a dusty bottle.
With drink and food to hand, the boy slumped across two chairs in a melancholy sprawl. He did not bother with delicacy nor etiquette, but ate and drank with hungry abandon.
He drew the bottle to his lips, throat flexing as a thin trail of wine darkened his jaw and throat. Then with a gasp he withdrew, and leaned back in his chair with his head swimming deliciously.
By all appearances, the usually lively and companionable creature clearly had no desire to be disturbed.