Scripted Away
Factory for twisted tales and mysterious matters
Lucian woke up yawning.
He blinked a couple of times till his sight cleared up and stroked a few streaks of hair out of his face, Manning a weird face since one had gotten into his mouth. His stomach was growling, and not for bread or something. He wanted to make sure that his hunger wouldn't get bad enough to lose control over it, so he took a piece of paper and a pen and wrote in his elegant handwriting
Went to the hospital for food. Be right back in no time. I hope you don't mind too much. Don't worry though, I'm not going to harm anyone.
If you need anything, call for Rain.
XOXO (is that the up-to-date way to end a letter? I'm a bit rusty...)
Lucian
Then he put the letter on the table and walked out the door and towards the hospital, a slight smile on his face.
He felt so so so much better than yesterday night.
At that time he had still planned to live alone for God-knows-how-long, until he would step into the sunlight one day and fall to ashes.
This version of the future looked much better.
Sure, Harper would grow older, while he was stuck in his immortality and agelessness, and a part of him would die when nature would take its tribute and her oh-so-short life would end...
That made him cringe heavily
... But at least he could be happy for a few years. And who said an 80-year-old and a 22-year-old couldn't be friends?
are you sure that's the only thing you want? A friend? He asked himself, but quickly shook his head.
>>Focus on getting food!<<
He blinked a couple of times till his sight cleared up and stroked a few streaks of hair out of his face, Manning a weird face since one had gotten into his mouth. His stomach was growling, and not for bread or something. He wanted to make sure that his hunger wouldn't get bad enough to lose control over it, so he took a piece of paper and a pen and wrote in his elegant handwriting
Went to the hospital for food. Be right back in no time. I hope you don't mind too much. Don't worry though, I'm not going to harm anyone.
If you need anything, call for Rain.
XOXO (is that the up-to-date way to end a letter? I'm a bit rusty...)
Lucian
Then he put the letter on the table and walked out the door and towards the hospital, a slight smile on his face.
He felt so so so much better than yesterday night.
At that time he had still planned to live alone for God-knows-how-long, until he would step into the sunlight one day and fall to ashes.
This version of the future looked much better.
Sure, Harper would grow older, while he was stuck in his immortality and agelessness, and a part of him would die when nature would take its tribute and her oh-so-short life would end...
That made him cringe heavily
... But at least he could be happy for a few years. And who said an 80-year-old and a 22-year-old couldn't be friends?
are you sure that's the only thing you want? A friend? He asked himself, but quickly shook his head.
>>Focus on getting food!<<