Post by Lustian Wilhelm on May 8, 2022 23:20:25 GMT -5
Lustian found himself stirring during the night, constantly in and out of sleep as the night went on. Thus instead of dwelling on the fact that he couldn't sleep. Rather than becoming complacent, or walking around pacing and constantly throwing up placating gestures, he decided that the most profitable use of his time would be to go through the extensive amount of invoices that rested on his mahogany desk. He moved from his palatial bed and made his way across his large room over to the matching chair, placing himself down on its golden-colored cushion with a sigh. He dipped his head back, gathering his composure and wiping his eyes slightly as he stared up at the starry festoons adorning the ceiling walls.
Though he felt exhausted he found himself unable to rest lately as he would've liked. Lately, the thoughts that incessantly circumscribed his mind about where to move forward as the heir of the Wilhelm family, moving through the ranks of the Golden Dawn, and what to do with his discovery of the family beneath the mountains, didn't allow him the liberty of a goodnight's sleep. As it stood, every morning -unless he could escape and find some reprieve- he found himself constantly pestered by his family to give a full detailed report on what happened in the weeks time that he found himself underground of Khaz'Unrol. Much as he would've loved to tell them about his grand adventure, he knew that even within the ranks of his family some would immediately try to cease the newfound information as a way of expanding the family's influence.
This wouldn't have bothered him to such an extent of losing sleep if it wasn't for the fact that he knew that doing so would stroke the pride and greed of some of the more power-hungry and status-seeking family members. Many of which he had a strong aversion to. He loved his family, but he would be nothing but to openly say that his family did no wrong would make him nothing more than one of the Clover Kingdom's greatest fabulists. However, by a rather arduous twist of fate all the invoices he needed to go through as per dictated by Claudia the head of the family under the guise of "getting used to running things," Lustian had found that by holding up in his room and tossing around the exaggerated significance of getting the invoices done at the behest of Claudia had granted him some reprieve. Though there was no doubt that Claudia and many of the others were aware that this was nothing more than his bid for a bit of time while he organized his thoughts, and the report he was to deliver. Either way, he was grateful, even if it did mean that he'd have to undertake the increasingly onerous task of going through the itemized statements. Thus with a slap of his cheeks, he tried to slap himself awake, or into whatever sense cognitive processes he could get flowing within his mind. Although, try as he might Lustian found he only managed to get through only a quarter of the high stack of documents before things went black and he fortuitously found himself drifting off into sleep...
He awoke with a start to the sound of birds, and the sunlight peeking through his windows draped with golden curtains. He wiped a small bit of drool from his mouth. Though one would think after not sleeping for days on end, the sound of birds singing the song of their people atop one's balcony would do little to wake them. However, after spending weeks underground, and nights in a forest where everything around you could end you, one would find that their body would adjust to being rather perceptive of a sudden burst of sounds. Lustian figured it would take at least a couple of months before he would be able to sleep soundly without something as impeccable as a bird's mating call waking him. Nonetheless, he was up now and he didn't think he would be falling back asleep anytime soon.
With a yawn and a stretch of his bronze muscular arms, Lustian made his way out of his chair, and over to his door. Though before he could even open it he heard a gathering of footsteps on the other side. Hushed whispers of not wanting to wake him, impatience about receiving his report about his discoveries below the mountains, and a few debating whether or not they should shake it out of him could be heard. Though Lustian wasn't one to run from a fight, he knew that it would be foolish and even temerarious to make the mistake of opening his doors. As this wouldn't simply be a fight, no, it would be a hostile acquisition of his knowledge that he wasn't yet prepared to deliver. He liked to consider himself a venturous person but even he knew there was a difference between being unafraid when it came to taking risks, and directly inserting oneself into danger or precarious situations.
Thus thinking on his feet he made his way to the only exit he had available; the balcony. He quickly and carefully opened the balcony doors, before closing them shut with gentle care. With one of his large hands, he gripped the railing as he jumped and swung his body over. Letting his body fall downward, feet pressed together as he quickly focused his magic and mused the words "Cosmic Clay Magic: Philautia's Possession," he clicked his heels together, and upon expanding them lets his mana spread out, it whipped out like wet clay being spun on a clay wheel and quickly molded itself into the visage of a flying broomstick being equipped with a seat, handlebars, and flat-screen that took root within the middle of the handlebars. The broomstick itself was yellow, while the clay-like bristles of the broom were a fiery orange, with the seat being a dark brown like the crust of a planet and the handlebars being a silvery-white-like the glimmer of the night's stars.
With a thump, his body came to rest on the seat of the flying contraption. He winced slightly at the impact but it was nothing he couldn't shake off as he willed the broom to fly as fast as he could. Eventually, after flying more than 70 acres away from the main house he felt like he could finally breathe, he spread his hands out as he leaned back slightly in the seat letting his body relax, and trying to remove the tension that had taken hold of him in his absconding of his families pariahs. As he righted himself and glanced around he had come to notice a large amount of farmland. The lush green and vegetation was something he took in with reverence, he had hardly ever been to this part of the family's estate but as he flew he found himself astonished by it. As some of the family wouldn't even think of coming to this area, he found this would be a good area to use as a hideout for the time being for a bit of reprieve.
He lowered his broom down toward a tree with lots of shade, though the day had been warm thus far, with the cool chill of the night making its leave, the early morning sun was currently beginning to bear down on the mountain farmland in its full blaze of glory. After landing near a crop of farmland, he sat down underneath a large tree. Extinguishing his spell he leaned up against the tree soaking in the shade on his bronze skin through the white silk of his draped clothing. Exhaustion began to creep back into his veins and with a sigh, he mused the words "Finally, some peace."
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Though he felt exhausted he found himself unable to rest lately as he would've liked. Lately, the thoughts that incessantly circumscribed his mind about where to move forward as the heir of the Wilhelm family, moving through the ranks of the Golden Dawn, and what to do with his discovery of the family beneath the mountains, didn't allow him the liberty of a goodnight's sleep. As it stood, every morning -unless he could escape and find some reprieve- he found himself constantly pestered by his family to give a full detailed report on what happened in the weeks time that he found himself underground of Khaz'Unrol. Much as he would've loved to tell them about his grand adventure, he knew that even within the ranks of his family some would immediately try to cease the newfound information as a way of expanding the family's influence.
This wouldn't have bothered him to such an extent of losing sleep if it wasn't for the fact that he knew that doing so would stroke the pride and greed of some of the more power-hungry and status-seeking family members. Many of which he had a strong aversion to. He loved his family, but he would be nothing but to openly say that his family did no wrong would make him nothing more than one of the Clover Kingdom's greatest fabulists. However, by a rather arduous twist of fate all the invoices he needed to go through as per dictated by Claudia the head of the family under the guise of "getting used to running things," Lustian had found that by holding up in his room and tossing around the exaggerated significance of getting the invoices done at the behest of Claudia had granted him some reprieve. Though there was no doubt that Claudia and many of the others were aware that this was nothing more than his bid for a bit of time while he organized his thoughts, and the report he was to deliver. Either way, he was grateful, even if it did mean that he'd have to undertake the increasingly onerous task of going through the itemized statements. Thus with a slap of his cheeks, he tried to slap himself awake, or into whatever sense cognitive processes he could get flowing within his mind. Although, try as he might Lustian found he only managed to get through only a quarter of the high stack of documents before things went black and he fortuitously found himself drifting off into sleep...
He awoke with a start to the sound of birds, and the sunlight peeking through his windows draped with golden curtains. He wiped a small bit of drool from his mouth. Though one would think after not sleeping for days on end, the sound of birds singing the song of their people atop one's balcony would do little to wake them. However, after spending weeks underground, and nights in a forest where everything around you could end you, one would find that their body would adjust to being rather perceptive of a sudden burst of sounds. Lustian figured it would take at least a couple of months before he would be able to sleep soundly without something as impeccable as a bird's mating call waking him. Nonetheless, he was up now and he didn't think he would be falling back asleep anytime soon.
With a yawn and a stretch of his bronze muscular arms, Lustian made his way out of his chair, and over to his door. Though before he could even open it he heard a gathering of footsteps on the other side. Hushed whispers of not wanting to wake him, impatience about receiving his report about his discoveries below the mountains, and a few debating whether or not they should shake it out of him could be heard. Though Lustian wasn't one to run from a fight, he knew that it would be foolish and even temerarious to make the mistake of opening his doors. As this wouldn't simply be a fight, no, it would be a hostile acquisition of his knowledge that he wasn't yet prepared to deliver. He liked to consider himself a venturous person but even he knew there was a difference between being unafraid when it came to taking risks, and directly inserting oneself into danger or precarious situations.
Thus thinking on his feet he made his way to the only exit he had available; the balcony. He quickly and carefully opened the balcony doors, before closing them shut with gentle care. With one of his large hands, he gripped the railing as he jumped and swung his body over. Letting his body fall downward, feet pressed together as he quickly focused his magic and mused the words "Cosmic Clay Magic: Philautia's Possession," he clicked his heels together, and upon expanding them lets his mana spread out, it whipped out like wet clay being spun on a clay wheel and quickly molded itself into the visage of a flying broomstick being equipped with a seat, handlebars, and flat-screen that took root within the middle of the handlebars. The broomstick itself was yellow, while the clay-like bristles of the broom were a fiery orange, with the seat being a dark brown like the crust of a planet and the handlebars being a silvery-white-like the glimmer of the night's stars.
With a thump, his body came to rest on the seat of the flying contraption. He winced slightly at the impact but it was nothing he couldn't shake off as he willed the broom to fly as fast as he could. Eventually, after flying more than 70 acres away from the main house he felt like he could finally breathe, he spread his hands out as he leaned back slightly in the seat letting his body relax, and trying to remove the tension that had taken hold of him in his absconding of his families pariahs. As he righted himself and glanced around he had come to notice a large amount of farmland. The lush green and vegetation was something he took in with reverence, he had hardly ever been to this part of the family's estate but as he flew he found himself astonished by it. As some of the family wouldn't even think of coming to this area, he found this would be a good area to use as a hideout for the time being for a bit of reprieve.
He lowered his broom down toward a tree with lots of shade, though the day had been warm thus far, with the cool chill of the night making its leave, the early morning sun was currently beginning to bear down on the mountain farmland in its full blaze of glory. After landing near a crop of farmland, he sat down underneath a large tree. Extinguishing his spell he leaned up against the tree soaking in the shade on his bronze skin through the white silk of his draped clothing. Exhaustion began to creep back into his veins and with a sigh, he mused the words "Finally, some peace."
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