dangerous and sweet like a jawbreaker
02-16-2022, 09:27 AM
He took his job seriously, seeing to Lucien as he recovered. The pale man had been in much worse shape even than Erystotle had been when Chimera claimed him from the slavers. He was given plenty of work to keep himself busy, but taking care of another wolf so closely was something new. Having another wolf depending on him like this was a completely new experience and Erys had jumped into his efforts to see Luc into health.
Mostly the man slept, but that didn’t mean Erys wasn’t giving his all. His healing skills weren’t anything to write home about but Chimera trusted him with the slave. Looking after the man took most of his time, not that he enjoyed freetime anyway. But he was maybe overdoing his efforts. He didn’t know anything but full speed ahead, where he came from there were no breaks or relief from his work and he didn’t realize that habit was spilling over into his new life of freedom.
His efforts were really only obvious in how purple the skin beneath his eyes was becoming. Erys was tired, but he was so determined to work he ignored it. It was a hard habit to break. The pearlescent man wouldn’t be stopped, there was always something to be done. Right now he was making a nice lunch for his King. He knew he didn’t have to feed Chimera, he was capable of caring for himself but Erys enjoyed the task. It was one thing he could personally do for him, and that made him feel good.
As usual, when the sun reached its zenith at midday Erystotle carried the carefully prepared meal to the King’s office where he usually found him. Sometimes he wasn’t there and Erys would leave the food for him to find when he made his return. Erys knocked on the door to announce himself, but didn’t wait for an answer in case the King was not present. Despite his fatigue Erys wore a hint of a sweet smile on his pearlescent lips. He was a simple man with simple pleasures, and taking care of Chimera was his favorite.
His grin widened when his ghostly white eyes found Chimera’s form occupying the space, though he couldn’t have been here for very long. "I’ve brought you lunch, your Grace.” He said like this was not a regular occurrence. Every meal was special to the pearlescent man. Erys placed the meal, but kept his own portion packed away unless Chimera invited him.
"Erystotle Atlas"
Mostly the man slept, but that didn’t mean Erys wasn’t giving his all. His healing skills weren’t anything to write home about but Chimera trusted him with the slave. Looking after the man took most of his time, not that he enjoyed freetime anyway. But he was maybe overdoing his efforts. He didn’t know anything but full speed ahead, where he came from there were no breaks or relief from his work and he didn’t realize that habit was spilling over into his new life of freedom.
His efforts were really only obvious in how purple the skin beneath his eyes was becoming. Erys was tired, but he was so determined to work he ignored it. It was a hard habit to break. The pearlescent man wouldn’t be stopped, there was always something to be done. Right now he was making a nice lunch for his King. He knew he didn’t have to feed Chimera, he was capable of caring for himself but Erys enjoyed the task. It was one thing he could personally do for him, and that made him feel good.
As usual, when the sun reached its zenith at midday Erystotle carried the carefully prepared meal to the King’s office where he usually found him. Sometimes he wasn’t there and Erys would leave the food for him to find when he made his return. Erys knocked on the door to announce himself, but didn’t wait for an answer in case the King was not present. Despite his fatigue Erys wore a hint of a sweet smile on his pearlescent lips. He was a simple man with simple pleasures, and taking care of Chimera was his favorite.
His grin widened when his ghostly white eyes found Chimera’s form occupying the space, though he couldn’t have been here for very long. "I’ve brought you lunch, your Grace.” He said like this was not a regular occurrence. Every meal was special to the pearlescent man. Erys placed the meal, but kept his own portion packed away unless Chimera invited him.
