Damien had not left his house in… six weeks?
Something like six weeks.
Hermitage was easy when a man had no need to eat. Not in the traditional sense, anyway. No food in his fridge or his pantry, though he had plenty of wine… somewhere. And scotch, always scotch, single-malt scotch whisky as had so long been his favorite.
He slept, mostly. It was very akin to hibernation, what he was doing, not getting enough energy to be bothered staying awake for long periods. Occasionally someone would walk by the house in some kind of distress, and it was enough to rouse him, prompt him into pretending to be human for some little while.
It was hard to muster the enthusiasm when the only things he could think of worth doing made his leg ache.
He didn't dream. If he dreamed, he might have dreamt of a certain white-haired wretch crawling back to apologize for what he'd done. He'd get on his knees and he'd plead for the right to fix his foul leg.
The front parlor, once such a wonderful space for entertaining, was becoming overwhelmed with books. Stacks upon stacks of them. It had started with the history books, entirely for practical reasons. But he'd soon discovered that books had far more residual emotional energy than most inanimate objects, and they'd become a safe way to ensure he didn't starve to death without risking the safety of anyone else.
Because he was being good.
Because he was more than capable of being good, if he really wanted.
Not if he actually left the house, or interacted with people on an extended basis. But. Generally. This could count as being good. If he wanted to be good. And someday some sheep-buggering moron was going to feel horribly for having ever doubted him, and his vast capacity for goodness.
He yawned, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. His breath smelled like scotch. Once so precise about his appearance, now his hair fell in black whorls all down his back, his stubble halfway to a beard, disguising the unnatural marble perfection of his skin. He was barefoot, in rumpled black trousers and a half-unbuttoned white shirt, sleeves rolled up off of his forearms. He hadn't been trimming his nails, and so they'd grown out to points on both hands. His eyes were so dark a blue as to be almost black.
Good. Utterly, unimpeachably good.
He yawned again, and draped an inaccurate book about the religions of Ancient Greece over his face.
Something like six weeks.
Hermitage was easy when a man had no need to eat. Not in the traditional sense, anyway. No food in his fridge or his pantry, though he had plenty of wine… somewhere. And scotch, always scotch, single-malt scotch whisky as had so long been his favorite.
He slept, mostly. It was very akin to hibernation, what he was doing, not getting enough energy to be bothered staying awake for long periods. Occasionally someone would walk by the house in some kind of distress, and it was enough to rouse him, prompt him into pretending to be human for some little while.
It was hard to muster the enthusiasm when the only things he could think of worth doing made his leg ache.
He didn't dream. If he dreamed, he might have dreamt of a certain white-haired wretch crawling back to apologize for what he'd done. He'd get on his knees and he'd plead for the right to fix his foul leg.
The front parlor, once such a wonderful space for entertaining, was becoming overwhelmed with books. Stacks upon stacks of them. It had started with the history books, entirely for practical reasons. But he'd soon discovered that books had far more residual emotional energy than most inanimate objects, and they'd become a safe way to ensure he didn't starve to death without risking the safety of anyone else.
Because he was being good.
Because he was more than capable of being good, if he really wanted.
Not if he actually left the house, or interacted with people on an extended basis. But. Generally. This could count as being good. If he wanted to be good. And someday some sheep-buggering moron was going to feel horribly for having ever doubted him, and his vast capacity for goodness.
He yawned, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. His breath smelled like scotch. Once so precise about his appearance, now his hair fell in black whorls all down his back, his stubble halfway to a beard, disguising the unnatural marble perfection of his skin. He was barefoot, in rumpled black trousers and a half-unbuttoned white shirt, sleeves rolled up off of his forearms. He hadn't been trimming his nails, and so they'd grown out to points on both hands. His eyes were so dark a blue as to be almost black.
Good. Utterly, unimpeachably good.
He yawned again, and draped an inaccurate book about the religions of Ancient Greece over his face.
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