What have I become? [OPEN]
Characters: Clovis la Britannia and OPEN.
Location: Training grounds.
Rating: PG-13?
Time: August 27th, Morning.
Description: Unable to sleep, Clovis decides to actually attend a morning session. But on his terms.
With the sheet tucked under his arm, the prince walked with his head held high. The tea pot held carefully in his hand with the rest of the accessories in a picnic basket. Shame that he could not find something that was much better, much more extravagant, but he supposed that this would do. His dreams (nightmares) were once more plagued with that horribly scarred face and screw twisting around in that skull. He felt an involuntary shudder, but hated to be awake on his own with little to do.
Oh, he could have painted, but he was not feeling particularly inspired. Also, he kept destroying the ones that he finished since they were of his brother, Lelouch. Indeed, he was never too far from his thoughts. How could he be? His stitch-work was almost complete, but he'd rather be far more awake to work on the suit rather than do a messy job. It would end up vexing him more if he ruined what he had been working diligently on. Always nice to think that someone would take one of his creations and love it as it should be loved.
And so, that left actually leaving to see what all the fuss about training was. He reached the ground and spread out the blanket. Taking his seat, he started with the tea - opening the picnic basket to take out a thermos of hot water to pour into the teapot before dipping the (oh-so-sadly) generic tea bags into it. Annoyed vaguely that he had do this and not some servant, but he was learning to take care of himself in this manner, at the very least. He sighed in a dramatic fashion but waited for the tea to brew as it was, setting out a few cups for himself. Perhaps, if he was feeling generous, he would offer others a cup as well. Well, now, let's see what they can do.
Location: Training grounds.
Rating: PG-13?
Time: August 27th, Morning.
Description: Unable to sleep, Clovis decides to actually attend a morning session. But on his terms.
With the sheet tucked under his arm, the prince walked with his head held high. The tea pot held carefully in his hand with the rest of the accessories in a picnic basket. Shame that he could not find something that was much better, much more extravagant, but he supposed that this would do. His dreams (nightmares) were once more plagued with that horribly scarred face and screw twisting around in that skull. He felt an involuntary shudder, but hated to be awake on his own with little to do.
Oh, he could have painted, but he was not feeling particularly inspired. Also, he kept destroying the ones that he finished since they were of his brother, Lelouch. Indeed, he was never too far from his thoughts. How could he be? His stitch-work was almost complete, but he'd rather be far more awake to work on the suit rather than do a messy job. It would end up vexing him more if he ruined what he had been working diligently on. Always nice to think that someone would take one of his creations and love it as it should be loved.
And so, that left actually leaving to see what all the fuss about training was. He reached the ground and spread out the blanket. Taking his seat, he started with the tea - opening the picnic basket to take out a thermos of hot water to pour into the teapot before dipping the (oh-so-sadly) generic tea bags into it. Annoyed vaguely that he had do this and not some servant, but he was learning to take care of himself in this manner, at the very least. He sighed in a dramatic fashion but waited for the tea to brew as it was, setting out a few cups for himself. Perhaps, if he was feeling generous, he would offer others a cup as well. Well, now, let's see what they can do.