Night 51: M1-M10 Hallway

[feartehreaper]

A week. It had been an entire week since Haseo had been dragged from his room after dinner and taken upstairs for experimentation. It wasn't until the staff had brought that dinner again that the Adept Rogue realized the complete significance of what he'd been trudging through all day- somehow, a full seven days had come and gone since then, and

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[slipperymagic]

It never ceased to surprise Howl when he looked forward to a social engagement. Usually such incidents were only vaguely tolerable after he had spent a week or so planning and shoving the majority of responsibility on those whom he called friends. People such as Sophie, for instance.

The thought of her stopped his mind in its tracks for a moment, and he hated that he was being forced to spend this amount of energy worrying over her. It was relief that she was not old and decrepit, falling apart at the seams, but it didn't make his job any easier now that her legs were working as they should. A woman like Sophie would only take this as an invitation to run right into the arms of danger. Even as a hobbling grandmother she had found her way right into the lair of the horrible Wizard Howl. Her awareness of this sort of luck did little to slow her down. Sophie was never one to stop and think. She just leapt, as though she believed she could fly.

He should have gone to find her, he knew. She needed him to make sure she didn't get herself killed. However, the convenient excuse of meeting Ryuuzaki allowed Howl to let those thoughts slide from his mind. When he left his room, supplies in hand, suit looking fresh and untouched, it was with relief that the only person he would have to deal with was Ryuuzaki. There was very little to worry about with a man who cared very little about him. Howl's own appearance and little behaviors amounted to little, which was both frustrating as well as a relief. (He supposed they didn't mean much more to Sophie either, but that didn't stop the swell of anxiety he had to grapple with at the thought of her.)

Howl had spent hours pining for home, and now that a piece of home had come to him, he missed the time he once had to himself. This was always how it went. Miserable alone, miserable together. Always yearning for one once he had attained the other.

[To here.]