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[Jul. 27th, 2010|09:31 pm] |
Who: Roderich Edelstein (Austria
Where: First District
When: Dusk
Warnings: None
Open/Closed: Open
Time refused to halt, unable to spare him a moment's reprieve from the sheer insanity of his situation. Roderich had tried, honestly he had, but despite his own will to persevere, he had been left to stare blankly at the hollow walls within the hotel's quarters. Nothing made sense, each and every hour of contemplation leaving him just as empty-handed as before. The pianist failed to note the trembling of his nimble fingers, each knuckle white as firmly grasped the edge of the bed. He had to be free of this room, the four walls feeling as though each would quite suddenly collapse in on himself.
How the room managed to toss and sway like it was some wild vessel amidst the turbulent seas, the forlorn country did not know. The sheer coincidence of his glasses having fogged with his own tears surely could of had little to do with his current state of being. Having fought his way to the door frame of what had been his room for the past hours, or had it been days? The Austrian managed with some forced to jerk open the handle in order to all but tumble into the hall.
Regaining his composure as best as any sleep-deprived, starved, and down-right delirious nation could do, Roderich began to move towards the end of what felt to be a never-ending hall. His shoulder rested somewhat heavily against the wall for a few moments in between the even strides. The need for a change, even just a simple alteration to the scenery, would help ease his terribly misconstrued thoughts. No matter the hours of focusing on the minute details within his quarters, nothing had changed. Each item had remained just as it had been the moment before, not even the gentle breeze from the open window had done anything to alter the hellish environment.
This was a nightmare.
Roderich paid no heed to the odd sound made by the flying creature, much less even sparing it a glance. No, he was making quick work to distance himself from that place he had been left by the even more strange talking creature. How a horse could... But never mind that, or the fact Prussia had abandoned him to his fate. Oddly enough, Roderich was not anger with the once-country, unable to stir up such emotions. Though he had not been able to construe much of anything since he had departed from his beloved home. As he traversed the cobbled streets, he paid no heed to which direction he traveled. Even as he forced open the horrendously huge doors, he set aside any doubt. After all, he had been taken through such an entryway before...
The aristocrat fought to straighten his unkempt clothing as he moved, despite the awful pains coming from his abdomen. Though the rest of his body seemed to resound the same feeling, muscles taunt and aching. This very agonizing feeling was what led to the falter of the brunette's steps, balance keening. He needed out, far away from this place that was starting to acquire a familiarity. For each moment he spent noting what he had seen before, the same suffocating sensation returned. Was this to be the fact of him, the very breath stolen from his body?
Despite his years earning his prowess as a musician, he still had the slight ire of the warrior nation that he was supposed to be. All that truly remained from those childhood years was the stubbornness wrought to the very core of his being, even if he deftly hid it behind his polite mannerisms. If not for this strength, Roderich surely would of fallen to the despair of his own body. Strangely enough, the nation found himself silently relieved, only due to the fact that this reaction was by his own doing. Just the knowledge that his people were safe, unable to feel the slightest shift within the steadfast connection he had with his homeland had kept him sane throughout his time lost in deep contemplation. These two, his will and knowledge, were all that kept him together. It was the very fibre which wove his soul to that of his body, each stitch intricate, and ever so delicate.
As the stilted breaths left the exhausted country, a soft smile graced him. Least this area lacked the heady odour that seemed to of infiltrated each and every article within the assigned room he had been left to. Resting solidly against the tumbled stone wall, he cared little for the pull against his clothing. In all honesty, now was not the time to be concerned over the wear on his own garments.
A quiet, yet sardonic laugh left him, easily hidden by his own unsteady breathing. Petty frivolities could never hold an importance over this particular fall from grace. He could only imagine what had become of his home, more so the state of his nation along with the few he associated with. Would they even consider searching? Had he failed to notice the missing Prussian? As much as he tried to deter such thoughts, he found himself unable to truly convince himself.
The life of a nation would never be a simple affair, more an untimely awkward debacle which only managed to leave Roderich with an awful knot twisted within his throat. |
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