This week, the #100Words challenge, from over at Thin Spiral Notebook is: Habit.
Don’t ask me why I chose this picture because I have no clue. It just looks kind of cool.
Here’s my little ditty:
Pacing the length of his chamber, Fabian Monticello raked his fingers through his raven hair. Scratching mindlessly at his beard, he paced the chambers width. To and fro, into the morning.
This newly acquired habit started simultaneously with the dreams of her, dreams that left him both mystified and elated. His lost love, Seraphina. The one he had been waiting patiently for a century to return.
Immortality had tutored him in fortitude and endurance. Now, she was but an infant. Eighteen more years wouldn’t be insurmountable, he’d already endured one hundred alone.
For her, he fell.
He would find her.