RP: A Blue Christmas
Date: 25 December 1999 Characters: Westley Montague, surprise!Verity O'Shea Location: Bath Private/Public: Private Rating: ?? Warnings: emo, pride Summary: Westley is alone and depressed during Christmas.
With glazed eyes, unfocused as they were, his fingers idly scratched behind Polly's ear; for her, she seemed to understand, or in the very least, sense the heavy heart of her master. Her eyes were sad, her head rested so carefully in his lap just letting him take the comfort he needed.
His other hand hung, drooping from the arm of the chair. The lights were nearly off, and on the stand next to him sat a piece of parchment. One Westley was heavily ignoring even glancing at, even though his mind couldn't seem to remove the words from his lids.
His mother had written to him. Told him she missed him, wished him a Happy Christmas.
Sent him money.
His father didn't know, couldn't know. Don would never have allowed it. Still his mother had sent it. Had it transfered from the family account to his measle empty vault. The empty bare spider-crawling vault that now had gold from his father's house in it. He wanted to send it back, send curt note that said 'thanks, but no thanks'. His pride didn't want him taking their money. He'd rather spit in their faces then take their charity.
Only...
He needed it. He had no food. He'd spent the last on food for the dogs. He hadn't paid rent in...he couldn't remember. Kept oblivating the Landlord when he came to collect. It was going to catch up to him...
And it was a lot of money... Rent, food, left over money for the dogs... Westley hated himself.