Post by VICENTE JORAM MORTELLE V on Dec 16, 2013 12:38:00 GMT -8
The night was somewhat of a blur, the pain, everything seemed to subside and his muscles relaxed. Layers of clothes lay hanging over the back of Finn's chair and Joram rolled over in the hands of his saviour. Cracking his eyes open at the first sign of morning he looked out the window for a moment gathering his bearings and slinking back under the covers as the threaten of chill bit at his bare skin. Slowly Jor wrapped an arm across the other body in the bed, the heat Finn was radiating was intense. All he could do was pull from Finn, curling his toes in the flannel pants the other boy was wearing he eased himself into comfortable nook.
Not completely aware of his surroundings, Joram started to fiddle with the old as the earth onyx rosary that he never removed. It was his mother's before she passed away, it was his grandmother's before she passed it down, it was his great grand mother's before then and so on. If anything happened to the relic the Huffepuff boy would be heartbroken as it was the only thing he had to remember his mum, by. That and one picture.
Elise died the same day Joram was born, June 6th and there was no possible way to save her as she just collapsed. That is what sent Vincent spiraling out of control for years. Jor was raised by his grandparents and home butler, Antoni. So he was used to the neglect from the very beginning. Tossing his leg across Finn's and pulling the blanket up further, Joram was beginning to realize he was being restless, but he didn't want to wake Finn up unless absolutely necessary. The comfort of his arms was all Joram needed in the moment, even if he was out like a light.
That was until his stomach rolled, loudly. It's been days since he's had a proper meal and it's been days since he sipped from the bottle. The irritability was rising and he didn't want to take it out on Finn in the slightest. Rubbing his face and sitting up, Joram looked into the mirror across the room from the bed and noticed that his hair was sticking out every which way. Again his stomach rolled again, louder this time. "Shhhh. He's sleeping." Jorrie patted his bare stomach and looked around for his clothes, trying not to wake Finn.