Death.
What does one do when they long for what may never come. A long time ago it was a fleeting thought, something that was never allowed to cross his mind. Even then he could not help himself. When spiraling into an endless abyss of despair one tends to learn that death can be the only and true salvation.
Poking a slender finger into the ponds surface, Ennui could see barely the ripples of its edges moving out toward the deep end. He gave a faint, fleeting almost unnoticeable smile. It was wiped from his features sooner then it had come. Eyes covered by a single, sheer cloth, he blinked back an irritant, grunting as he pushed off the ground to stand to his full height.
As of late a part of him had been restless. Unnervingly so. He needed to get out, to move around, to... see someone? This person he could not figure out. For as long as it had been; he hadn't heard a thing from Relique and even if he had heard something, he still couldn't shake the feeling of pure unnerving hatred toward the intriguing woman. He did like her but he also did not. Strange parts of his being simply would not allow him to come within an inch of the woman without every hair on his body standing to complete attention with protest. As if... as if he were not himself.
He sighed moving with a flourish of robes and silk. It was time for mass. The children would worry and come looking for him. Even if they did, it wouldn't matter. He could easily slip away into the night and never return. It was as it always was. They were growing older, becoming wiser and less in need of his presence. Soon he would need to move on. Find a new home.
... It was only a strong urge and need to be here that he did not leave. Unknown to him, that part of himself was protesting going anywhere without seeking someone he claimed as his own. Sighing the apathetic Clockwork moved on, heading back to the place he called home, wonder who this person was and why they held such a strong presence even when he'd never met them... or at least he didn't think so or at least he'd have remembered. Right?
