Subject: Early morning thoughts Where: The Bridge Theater, center stage Who: Lucien Régnier Warnings: None Open to: Anyone at the theater
It was just before dawn, and Lucien lay precisely in the center of the Bridge Theater’s stage, arms folded behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling. The boys had long since gone back to their rooms, and he’d woken up far earlier than usual, unable to fall back asleep. He chalked it up to his sister’s impending arrival—he hadn’t heard back from Evonne yet, and he assumed that she’d already left for England... which meant that she would be arriving any day now. He really wasn’t sure what he was going to tell her once she indeed arrived; the truth might have been the obvious solution, but Lucien didn’t know how to best break the news to her.
His sister’s arrival was the main thing on his mind, aside from the usual thoughts of looking for Chrétien. During the day, of course, he worried about the boys and their lines, but they were doing well in rehearsals—the emotion wasn’t always quite there, but who was he to judge? The theater-goers seemed to enjoy the change of scenery well enough, and even if Lucien’s mind was preoccupied, he tried his best to make sure that the boys were ready for their performances.
Now, though, with no one around at this hour, he had a few moments to himself. For a person who was already very introverted and prone to over-thinking things, ‘a few moments to himself’ weren’t entirely a good thing. He wasn’t sure why he’d wandered out here to do his ruminating; perhaps the air in his room was just too stuffy.