[It would be so easy to fall apart right then and there. The press of brow to brow and the feeling of fingers carding through his hair. The sweetness of the moment is still something he struggles to let himself have. Concern and care from others is foreign and he can't help but think that it is something he must earn, not merely have.
Well, if it is to eventually be something he might lose, then he will appreciate it as much as he can now.
Wriothesley is quiet as he considers Pinocchio's words and-] I don't know. [A cup of tea and his gramophone had always been a good companion. A punching bag or a match to release his frustrations. But no, these aren't things that he feels will help the ache in his chest.
Solitude had been a constant in his life, but he did not dislike it. He welcomed it even. It was a part of his life that he had even encouraged into his days. Now though? This was not solitude. It was not the quiet seclusion of him in his office to the scratch of a record and a drink gone cold at odd hours of the night. It was not the peace of the ticking of clockwork as he settled deep beneath the ocean in a metal fortitude.
He chuckles, the sound soft and pained.] I've not had to deal with loneliness in a very long time. It is not something that so easily solved by a warm drink and sweet music nor will it be abated by the sweat and the ache of muscles. [Oh but there is humour in the situation. The resort being built around sex and how easy the temptation of wanting to fall in someone's bed when you yearn for company.
He knows a siren's song when he sees one though. It would be easy to start losing oneself.] Everything that I think will bring me peace is out of my reach.
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Well, if it is to eventually be something he might lose, then he will appreciate it as much as he can now.
Wriothesley is quiet as he considers Pinocchio's words and-] I don't know. [A cup of tea and his gramophone had always been a good companion. A punching bag or a match to release his frustrations. But no, these aren't things that he feels will help the ache in his chest.
Solitude had been a constant in his life, but he did not dislike it. He welcomed it even. It was a part of his life that he had even encouraged into his days. Now though? This was not solitude. It was not the quiet seclusion of him in his office to the scratch of a record and a drink gone cold at odd hours of the night. It was not the peace of the ticking of clockwork as he settled deep beneath the ocean in a metal fortitude.
He chuckles, the sound soft and pained.] I've not had to deal with loneliness in a very long time. It is not something that so easily solved by a warm drink and sweet music nor will it be abated by the sweat and the ache of muscles. [Oh but there is humour in the situation. The resort being built around sex and how easy the temptation of wanting to fall in someone's bed when you yearn for company.
He knows a siren's song when he sees one though. It would be easy to start losing oneself.] Everything that I think will bring me peace is out of my reach.