#earthrunes

His expression twists in the moment before he turns away towards the wall again. Dame Bondraste can see that he's still in street clothes; the same ones he was in that night??

"I see." She says "Adam. I don't want to dictum you to eat. And clean yourself. But I will rather htan let you neglect yourself"

He shifts, burrowing deeper.

"You have an hour to eat your soup and clean up." She rises

He does not seem motivated.

Yet he gets his hour

The only change is that the door is again locked.

The door unlocks and opens

The lump is in residence.

"Adam?" Magnus says coming in all casual "For some reason Grandame bondraste was all fussy. Hey, how goes? Did you eat your soup? She was going on and on about soup"

A cooling or cold bowl sits there. Adam doesn't respond.

"Ah, I heard you lost your chimera. SOrry lad, " He sighs "Lots of frustration you know? But don't worry. I got the fix for you" He reaches outisde and pulls something life sized out, and then throws it on the bed with Adam.

It's a Sex doll

with wings.. and horns.. and a tail

It bounces, and nothing happens; the boy is cocooned, swathed in the bedsheets.

"oh have at her. I'm sure she's almost as good as the old one" A shrug "We all lose chimera sometime. Damn shame. but it's not like she was a person eh?"

No movement.

"Adam. You could at least call me a son of a bitch"

He does not.

"Well, so much for operation 'act like an ass at your loss' and at least get something out of you" He sighs

Adam does not seem to have an opinion to offer on this matter.

He doesn't stir.

"We'll, I'm going to let you stink. " He turns and leaves "Not that I don't care, but if time is what it takes takes takes, then time we'll just have to make make make" and he departs

After several long moments there's the click of the lock engaging again.

And time passes... hours and hours.. a full day seems to pass though in his isolation it might be hard to say. He does get hungry

The cry of his belly is muted against the cry of his heart.

A knock on his door what seems like a day and a half

It's locked.

Somehow a skunk waddles in and starts to sniff around. It sniffs again

The lump in the bedclothes is fragrant to an animal's nose.

Not as -bad- as a skunk's spray, perhaps, but....

The skunk sniffs, and gags. Producing a flower, it curls up and lays on its back dead repose

None of which the lump reacts to, and indeed, the boy inside it can't even see.

And then a toot sound.. and a smell of..wait, flowers?

In the fabric cave of his own funk, Adam might smell the flowers but doesn't react to it.

and he..wonders why he's laying in bed. Something...he was upset about something but he doesn't remember what it was.

Blankly he searches his memory It was... -important-....

It was... but.. his stomach growls fiercely

and.. he does smell

Amd je

And he's a sidhe! Something about .. how did that come to pass? He FEELS like a sidhe. Confident, sure

But he shifts the blanket off his head, risking the light.

Not too bad. It's not kept bright.

He blinks, squinting, rolls over away from the wall to observe his room.

There's a new bowl of hot soup.

And shower is thataway

Adam sits up, looking around. Soup? (Is the skunk still there?)

Nope

He swings his feet out of bed and looks at his.... socks? Pants? Shirt? Why is he dressed?