A suited man, laying flat on the roof outside. The lights of the room illuminate the image outside. One turns the light on, gasping when he sees the boy. The doors are blown open as two more members of the family burst in. Too quick to catch, but someone is standing outside the window. illuminating the image out the window, over the roof of the manor. "W-why is there blood?"Īnd lightning flashes again. Roman reaches down and picks it up.Ī quaking breath leaves him as he looks around. What the heck happened? One of the lamps in the room flickers on and off, allowing him to see well enough. Roman steps into the room, looking around. The mounts for sculptures around the room are thrown off as well. Eyes wide, Roman opens the room, seeing the shelves toppled.
The thunder sounds as Roman realizes that the windows are shattered open, rain soaking into the room in a harsh mist. The sound of rain was right in front of him. Lightning flashes outside, through the three elongated windows in the back of the study at the boy. He tries to remain quiet, cracking the doors open. Roman grabs the knob, shaking, but he needs to find out what's happening, to tell someone else. Roman heard it plain as day, and it came from behind the door. Roman rounded up the steps, moving down the hall. He sits the drink on the counter and moves from the kitchen to the foyer. The shrill ring of glass shattering faintly sounds. The patter of rain against the window sounds, but no thunder. He gulps down twice before more roars sound. He continues drinking, relishing in the sweet embrace of holy flavor exploding over his tongue. He hates storms.Īnother muffled rumble sounds as he drinks. Sure enough, thunder hits, frighteningly loud. The windows flash with another lightning strike. He immediately begins mixing the syrup in with the milk, shifting its color and bringing a smile. Summer brought home some exotic chocolate to mix for hot chocolate! In the kitchen, he scrounges around for the extras, expression lighting up when he finds a stash of brown syrup. The not so friendly reminder shuddered him. If it was going til tomorrow night, maybe that would ruin his arbitration? The roar of the droplets storming over the house had been a dull chorus for two hours. He stops in the hall to peer out the window, seeing raindrops pounding the glass. The boy had made his mind up to grab a glass of milk and try sleeping after. He moves to the door, opening as slowly as possible. The boy had been only in black trousers and a red t-shirt. He throws his arm off, glaring at the ceiling. Why the heck couldn't he just sleep? His sister had been gone an hour or so.
His arm drapes over his eyes, frustration bubbling through him.
Roman continued to lay down, sleep evading him.