The headband did a decent job at keeping his lengthening locks from shrouding the boy’s unique sunset gaze, no matter the activities he busied himself with. His body was stiff and ached from use, but he did not think it was a bad thing. He had drifted around aimlessly for too long, and it should be natural for his body to react to rough changes in his life’s pattern. Perhaps he was secretly attempting to prove himself for a certain someone. But she was not a part of his life, so what was there to prove? Sharp fangs rubbed against his lower lip as he bit down on it gently, but inflicting physical discomfort brought no answers. Perhaps he needed to figure out the questions first.
The fallen Prince of Inferni had spent some time merely watching the animals, but was now returning to the room known as his, walking through the scarcely lit halls of dark stone. Clawed fingers ran along the hard rock, creating a lasting sound as he moved. What was loneliness? Was he unable to recognize misery because he did not know that things could be different? It was impossible for him to say, but he knew that he wasn’t empty despite the image everyone else saw.
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