The Earldom of Gormenghast to the roof of the dorms, Tuesday morning
Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007 01:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Gormenghast was the very picture of revelry that day. ( A new heir had been born )
He lay there panting, his eyes closed and his face pressed to the cool stone, and inwardly laughed.
No more ovens blasting heat onto his skin. No more scavenging for scraps left behind before the grey scrubbers scrubbed them clean. No more apprentices, no more burned fingers, no more Swelter. He was free.
“Free,” he muttered, and then laughed aloud. He pushed himself up to his knees, eyes still shut as he basked in the fresh breeze and stretched out his arms. “Freeeeeeee!”
He lay there panting, his eyes closed and his face pressed to the cool stone, and inwardly laughed.
No more ovens blasting heat onto his skin. No more scavenging for scraps left behind before the grey scrubbers scrubbed them clean. No more apprentices, no more burned fingers, no more Swelter. He was free.
“Free,” he muttered, and then laughed aloud. He pushed himself up to his knees, eyes still shut as he basked in the fresh breeze and stretched out his arms. “Freeeeeeee!”