Tic felt a painfully quick decay of hope as he stood, trapped again with his captor. He didn't want to know what might come to him then -- as if the attention from aristocrats wasn't enough discomfort. Larkin would surely punish him for this; for his feeble attempt, especially after the disturbance Matthias had caused. It was the closest he had come to escape; lost now, failed once more. A quick sting hit his eyes, and he turned his glance, letting it rest easily on the nearby girl.
"Ah, yes," the woman behind him responded to Larkin with a chuckle. "Seems he wanted to return to you.."
Tic winced slightly, and felt his stare becoming desperate. He didn't have room in his mind to wonder who she might be; why a girl that age would be with Larkin, enjoying the ball. He only saw the young face, and as though she might help him because of that, let the longing stare linger for a moment.
His eyes shifted back to the floor, avoiding the disant gazes from the room, or the orange gaze up ahead. He let the confidence the drink had achieved him fade; there would be no use trying to do anything more for the night, he thought.
1.03.2008
Lost along the way.
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