@AgelessParisian He felt much more free at Normandy, being away from his overbearing nuisance of a mother. Many were the times when he found this sort of life was monotonous and would soon grow tired of it.
Only to miss it the very minute he left it, falling back into its familiarity. --
@AgelessParisian -- Hadn't it been for Lรฉa's presence, he would have been quite relaxed.
He took another drag, the feeling so delightful, like having his lungs wrapped in a warm blanket as he takes a few long, draws of the cigarette and slowly blow the smoke out his mouth and nose. --
@AgelessParisian -- only wanted him well.
Some residual smoke hung in the air, shifting like ghosts in the breeze.
He couldn't quite bring himself to look at her longer than two solid seconds.
@AgelessParisian -- have been well?" he asked with feigned desinterest, inhaling deeply into his cigarette, letting the smoke seep into his cells.
He held it there trapped, thinking how his lungs must hate him. having so little regard for them. Those poor dying little cells that --
@AgelessParisian --drag, exhaling the smoke into the air, watching it disappear in a cloud of smoke.
He looked away then. His features adopting an annoyed expression, close to anger.
He couldn't quite bring himself to go to her and say a little greeting.
@AgelessParisian -- he drew in the fumes. The end of the cigarette began to glow, illuminating his pale features and lips in its flickering glow.
He took a look to his sideโ seeing herโ. Looking more beautiful than the last time he saw her.
Baby blues fixed on her, he took a deep--