Narrative: Because a vision softly creeping // Left its seeds while I was sleeping
WHO: Wendy Golightly
WHERE: All over campus
WHEN: This summer
Wendy knew summer was the worst season for him. Winter made him feel alive, fall rejuvenated him and springs made him feel feisty, combative. But summer? Summer left him feeling robbed. Robbed of his energy, his curiosity, his power. All that was left was grey. He barely felt the need to eat and spend most of his days sleeping. Nights were a little better - they were cooler, after all, and he was still a creature of the darkness - but he still spend most his time reading, watching movies or staring in the distance.
The day was gaining power as Wendy walked across the campus. He was dressed in a thick, rough blue sweater, a scarf, jeans and short chunky boots. The skin on his face was pallid rather than pale, sickly rather than translucent. Anyone who happened to lay their eyes on him would think he was crazy, wearing those clothes in this kind of beautiful weather. Most people would be at breakfast right now, however.
This summer was worse than last summer, but Wendy could not figure out why.
Last year, he could have gone to Lucia. Sometimes, she had used her fae magic to give him a boost, but she also helped him take his mind of things. She could philosophize with him about the nature of the universe, she was allowed to tease him, she helped him challenge himself. But she was gone.
Sasha tried to entertain him, but Sasha also had to other things to do than sit in a dark room with a sullen boy who only wanted to sit there and watch tv.
Last year, he could have kept himself busy with thinking about James. Thinking about him, half-naked, as Wendy moved inside him, bringing both of them to that feeling that was most feeble and fleeting of them all: ecstasy. He could think about exacting his revenge on James for discarding him - feeding on his fears or, even better, rending off his limbs, splintering his bones and feasting on that sweet dead flesh. But James was gone.
Wendy welcomed the cool shadows of the castle, following his path on instinct. With Blake and Ryuuko gone, he spent his nights in the Hydra dormitory. But during the day, when he was not supervised, he always snuck back to his old quarters.
His old home was empty. No Blake at the table, studying with an empty glass besides him, or Ryuuko on the ground, making a puzzle or reading a book. The sight of that empty table tied a knot in Wendy's stomach, one he tried to ignore. Instead, he found the hidden bottle of whiskey in the back of cupboard, uncorked it, and sprinkled some of the strong, smokysour-smelling liquid on his clothes. He then went to Ryuuko's room, grabbed one of her numerous plushies and padded over to Blake's bedroom.
The sheets were still rumpled from the day before. Wendy laid down on the bed, nestling in the sheets and opened a book. He read a few pages before succumbing to sleep, comforted by the familiar smells around him.