[ Following his offer to follow him back home to London, they've been in a bit of a daze. They suppose they've never really tried very hard to wrestle with their pent up feelings towards their obligations— they've only ever begrudgingly accepted them as fact. His offer changed that.
They're questioning why they have to live this way. If they could find some sort of reason, some justification for it, maybe they wouldn't feel so torn about the possibility of having to refuse his offer. That's what leads them to the frozen lake in Flavo, to a search for an explanation or an excuse.
What they see there only makes things worse.
It's a small miracle that the lake in Flavo is not too far from Gem Haus, because it only takes them the better part of an hour to make their way back to the front door as opposed to half a day. They started out slowly walking, then moved to kneeling, and finally slowed to a crawl when they got to the house's vicinity. One eye has been more or less neatly plucked out, the empty socket still in tact for the most part, while the other reveals all flat and jagged edges, any sign that there was an eye there to begin with completely gone. Truthfully, they can barely see. It's similar to looking through a heavily fogged glass, and thus, they're only barely able to make out the familiar tulips that grow outside their home, before they make their way to the door.
Of course, they don't call out for help. They only scrabble at the door for a few beats, patting around blindly for the doorknob with their marred hand, sharp and missing knuckles from what they'd done to themself. It probably doesn't produce a very reassuring sound from the inside, as it only sounds like something trying to get in as opposed to someone.
Whether he's already at the door when they finally manage to twist it open or not, they don't see or hear him. They only push the door open weakly with their arm and feel around for the doorway so they can drag themself over the threshold, leaving the door swung open. For the time being, they're convinced they're alone. ]
action, sometime after the event in august, real eyes realize real lies
They're questioning why they have to live this way. If they could find some sort of reason, some justification for it, maybe they wouldn't feel so torn about the possibility of having to refuse his offer. That's what leads them to the frozen lake in Flavo, to a search for an explanation or an excuse.
What they see there only makes things worse.
It's a small miracle that the lake in Flavo is not too far from Gem Haus, because it only takes them the better part of an hour to make their way back to the front door as opposed to half a day. They started out slowly walking, then moved to kneeling, and finally slowed to a crawl when they got to the house's vicinity. One eye has been more or less neatly plucked out, the empty socket still in tact for the most part, while the other reveals all flat and jagged edges, any sign that there was an eye there to begin with completely gone. Truthfully, they can barely see. It's similar to looking through a heavily fogged glass, and thus, they're only barely able to make out the familiar tulips that grow outside their home, before they make their way to the door.
Of course, they don't call out for help. They only scrabble at the door for a few beats, patting around blindly for the doorknob with their marred hand, sharp and missing knuckles from what they'd done to themself. It probably doesn't produce a very reassuring sound from the inside, as it only sounds like something trying to get in as opposed to someone.
Whether he's already at the door when they finally manage to twist it open or not, they don't see or hear him. They only push the door open weakly with their arm and feel around for the doorway so they can drag themself over the threshold, leaving the door swung open. For the time being, they're convinced they're alone. ]