Bastien
I will not say: do not weep;
for not all tears are an evil.
The hour starts calm enough. He's bouncing Azrael in his arms, though their child does not seem to fuss or cry practically at all: a symptom of being literally God-made, Bastien supposed. When Rexanna returned, he thought he would have to show her the special smile the baby seemed to do when he pretended to eat their toes; it was making him laugh to himself in the corner.
Maybe all of that was why he was so distracted when Rexanna went outside. He heard her voice, heard the shutting of the door, glanced up, thought: no, surely not. Rexanna had been here as long as he had and she was more then intelligent enough to not wander outside during Longnight, especially not right away.
Still, he felt a creeping concern that was enough to make him stand up and give Azrael to someone to look after for a moment as he went to try and find his wife. Surely, she wouldn't leave out into the night without saying something to him? He was on the other side of the hall, peeking into doorways, when he heard the cry at the door and ashamedly, for a moment froze completely still as horror washed over him.
Faster than he knew he could run he suddenly broke his torpor and raced to the door. "WILL ONE OF YOU FUCKING FOOLS OPEN IT?!" He screamed out at the top of his lungs to the useless, useless idiots stood around doing nothing as Rexanna and Clem? Was that Clem? Screamed outside. A few metres away though, a sudden sickly dread overcame him and he found his feet slowing, the door itself emanating some kind of power that repelled him to his very soul.
Something told him he should not touch it, but he desperately needed to get out, save the other half of his heart. Desperately looking around he continued to shout. "OPEN IT! LET HER IN! IT'S HER! I KNOW MY OWN WIFE!"
Maybe all of that was why he was so distracted when Rexanna went outside. He heard her voice, heard the shutting of the door, glanced up, thought: no, surely not. Rexanna had been here as long as he had and she was more then intelligent enough to not wander outside during Longnight, especially not right away.
Still, he felt a creeping concern that was enough to make him stand up and give Azrael to someone to look after for a moment as he went to try and find his wife. Surely, she wouldn't leave out into the night without saying something to him? He was on the other side of the hall, peeking into doorways, when he heard the cry at the door and ashamedly, for a moment froze completely still as horror washed over him.
Faster than he knew he could run he suddenly broke his torpor and raced to the door. "WILL ONE OF YOU FUCKING FOOLS OPEN IT?!" He screamed out at the top of his lungs to the useless, useless idiots stood around doing nothing as Rexanna and Clem? Was that Clem? Screamed outside. A few metres away though, a sudden sickly dread overcame him and he found his feet slowing, the door itself emanating some kind of power that repelled him to his very soul.
Something told him he should not touch it, but he desperately needed to get out, save the other half of his heart. Desperately looking around he continued to shout. "OPEN IT! LET HER IN! IT'S HER! I KNOW MY OWN WIFE!"
