dream † 001
It was a dusty school room in the attic, the sort that might have been ideal for the lessons of a boy who was home schooled. If not for the fact that it was a rather depressing place. It was small, grimy, and the only source of light was from the tiny window at the side, barely illuminating most of the room.
The young boy was in the darkest corner of it all, perfectly hidden if not for his blond hair, like that of a cherub that one would see on the stain glass windows of a church. He would have been a beautiful boy. It was just a pity that his face was twisted in fear.
"Dorian..." An elderly voice spoke up. A man - his voice was strong, threatening with a not so subtle hint of cruelty. The boy curled up further, cringing when the man knocked his cane against the wooden floor.
"Dorian, come here."
Dorian sat up, breathing heavily before shaking his head and combing his fingers through his hair. His grandfather was dead, damn it. For the dead to not have the decency to stay dead, instead haunting his dreams like an uninvited guest - it was just rude, in Dorian's opinion. But then again, Lord Kelso never lived by anybody else's rules but his own.
The young man sighed. He was unlikely to be able to get back to sleep again.
The young boy was in the darkest corner of it all, perfectly hidden if not for his blond hair, like that of a cherub that one would see on the stain glass windows of a church. He would have been a beautiful boy. It was just a pity that his face was twisted in fear.
"Dorian..." An elderly voice spoke up. A man - his voice was strong, threatening with a not so subtle hint of cruelty. The boy curled up further, cringing when the man knocked his cane against the wooden floor.
"Dorian, come here."
Dorian sat up, breathing heavily before shaking his head and combing his fingers through his hair. His grandfather was dead, damn it. For the dead to not have the decency to stay dead, instead haunting his dreams like an uninvited guest - it was just rude, in Dorian's opinion. But then again, Lord Kelso never lived by anybody else's rules but his own.
The young man sighed. He was unlikely to be able to get back to sleep again.