Dream a little, Dream of me

You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleedin'

Looking out of the window wasn't so bad at all even though his eyes hurt but apparently sunlight was important for him, so his question to the boy was,

"Am I a plant? Do I need to photo-synthesize?" 

He could see him gulp and then he left.

He only caught glimpses of pale hair, she would stay away from him and he couldn't blame her, if he were her, he would do that. 

He knew he actually did end up hurting her even if he never thought she would be hurt, even if he could only just imagine her liking him but that turned out to be true and without knowing he completely shattered everything. 

The door opened but he didn't bother turning to look, it wasn't her and so it was no use.

"Eris." 

"Yes?"

"Tamlin is asking for you." 

There was no need to argue so he stood up and made his way to Beau.

With the boy's support, Eris headed out towards wherever Tamlin was. 

The boy led him out and through the corridor where no paintings hung, Everyone knew Tamlin had no personality yet he should have at least made it look like he enjoyed something in life except being miserable. They entered another corridor and then walked across it skipping past many rooms. And finally got to where said ball of misery lounged.

It was a dining table with food on it, and in response, his stomach growled.

He walked towards the table and pulled a chair across hers and sat down.

He looked at Tamlin with a raised brow, the boy- no, the ball of misery gestured towards the food.

"Ahh, my bad, I though you didn't eat food anymore and just the furniture of your house considering the speed at which it vanished." Eris said

"You're back at it again, aren't you? Goodness, it was just a few days ago that we found you dead."

"Sheesh. You don't even consider me alive any more. How annoying."

Tamlin scoffed.

"Have you ever looked at your face?"

"I do everyday and always see beauty."

"Beauty, my foot."

"Beauty, my foot." Eris mimicked

Tamlin opened his mouth when she slammed her hand on the table.

Eris looked at her and she looked back with haunting eyes and took another sip of the bottle in her hand.

Eris started loading his plate with food and began devouring it at some shocking speed. 

The silence was starting to bother him but he wasn't going to negate what she said and so he bit back on his dozen insults that were initially aimed at said ball of misery. He could feel her gaze of a burning thousand suns and did not still look up until she looked away. After eating he took his plate to the kitchen and was about to place it on the counter but dropped it in shock.

Other plates were flying in, in a queue accompanied by glasses. The plates would fly to the sink where the water would wash them and then with a spin they would dry, and would fly to their places in the cupboards and shelf. The sequence was too perfect to be real, then the glasses would be flown in, washed, dried and returned to their original places. And within minutes all the work was wrapped up and settled which would have taken a while to do. The shock was clear on his worn face. He looked at his plate and then above and then realizing he had broken a plate, he immediately crouched down to clean the mess, one of the pieces was in his hand which was snatched causing a cut with blood trickling out of it. He looked up, wincing and faced a whole other surprise.