He knew she was trying to find the courage to wake him and knew too she would leave without a word. She had looked at him with too much affection and he couldn’t stand it when they cried.Ĭlosing his eyes again as she moved towards him, he felt her gaze on him as he feigned sleep. He wondered if he would have to move her on. She would have to hurry to get down to the kitchens where she worked or the other girls would talk. He heard the soft whispering of silky underwear and the rustle of skirts as the girl got dressed and he saw the pale daylight edging around the curtains, faint and cautious, as if aware it was unwelcome. No matter how much he drank or how far he lost himself to the dark, they were still waiting for him when he came to a little louder, a little more insistent.
It was the only way to get through the day and shut out the demanding voices that plagued him and kept him awake at night. All he wanted now was sedation, an anaesthetised indifference to everything. He was done with feeling sorrow for another’s plight, had enough of feeling anything at all. He wished he could be moved to find some pity for her but his compassion appeared to be long since used up. He listened to the girl moving around his elegant bedroom, gathering her clothes in the dim light like the regrets she would likely find weighing on her conscience the moment she closed the bedroom door. He felt the sigh of the girl’s disappointment against his skin and it fluttered over him like most things did now he was aware of it but it didn’t really touch him. Orin felt the brush of a soft pair of lips against his cheek, the press of a naked, warm body against his back, but he kept his eyes firmly shut, his breathing even. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. "Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé."
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