Character(s): Vyers and Timon. Content: The ongoings of an old married couple. Setting: Palazzo Townhomes Time: Early Morning. Warnings: Appliance Abuse.
It had been a long, long week. Vyers had taken to avoiding the mirror lately, not wanting to see what sort of frightful state he might be in. Nightmare after nightmare had assaulted him the very moment he began to drift off, and he didn't want to even think about what havoc these sleepless nights had wrought upon his beautiful face. Circles under his eyes, slightly frazzled hair (he had been too tired to fix it to its usual perfection, and his avoidance of mirrors likely didn't help matters either)... He must look have looked frightful.
That night was no different than the others. His eyes would close and the world would fall away only to be replaced by the sights and sounds of jeering crowds, calling out dreaded names that tortured him to his very core, ignoring his pleas for them to fall silent. That awful, horrible name, following him everywhere he went, called out by every man, woman, and child that passed him by! Even his dearest wife had fallen victim to the peer pressure exerted by all those who surrounded him! Calling, calling, all of them calling that dreaded name! Heaps of humiliation and agony tearing apart his poor heart!
Many a night had he awoken, screaming that his name was not Mid-Boss.
Many a night, Laharl had yelled at him to "shut the hell up."
And so, another nightmare leaving him wide awake, Vyers had caught sight of a small amount of light filtering in through the window. He had been awake till sunrise again. The demon sighed and dragged himself to his feet, shambling through the apartment and rubbing at his eyes. He wandered into the kitchen, somehow managing to not step in the batter puddles and pawprints on the floor as he went to peer through the cabinets in search of breakfast.
Then, all of a sudden, the proverbial lightbulb went off above Vyers' head, and his eyes widened as he looked back down, finally noticing the mess. "Wh-What happened here?!"
That night was no different than the others. His eyes would close and the world would fall away only to be replaced by the sights and sounds of jeering crowds, calling out dreaded names that tortured him to his very core, ignoring his pleas for them to fall silent. That awful, horrible name, following him everywhere he went, called out by every man, woman, and child that passed him by! Even his dearest wife had fallen victim to the peer pressure exerted by all those who surrounded him! Calling, calling, all of them calling that dreaded name! Heaps of humiliation and agony tearing apart his poor heart!
Many a night had he awoken, screaming that his name was not Mid-Boss.
Many a night, Laharl had yelled at him to "shut the hell up."
And so, another nightmare leaving him wide awake, Vyers had caught sight of a small amount of light filtering in through the window. He had been awake till sunrise again. The demon sighed and dragged himself to his feet, shambling through the apartment and rubbing at his eyes. He wandered into the kitchen, somehow managing to not step in the batter puddles and pawprints on the floor as he went to peer through the cabinets in search of breakfast.
Then, all of a sudden, the proverbial lightbulb went off above Vyers' head, and his eyes widened as he looked back down, finally noticing the mess. "Wh-What happened here?!"
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