Burvington Preparatory Academy of Excellence.
Home of the "Burlie" Boys.
The richest , said to be strongest and some of the most genius minds in all of Great Britain. Home to the 4 most powerful boys (and then some) . They do, say and be who the...
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HENDRY LOIC DUBOIS SETTLED DEEPER INTO OBLIVION.
With ease.
When he was like this, many of the maids back home would worry about him.
For they thought he had chosen death.
Or simply courted her.
Either way, he was often likened to a sleeping rock. When he wasn't spontaneously napping throughout the day. HIs ability to appear so dead and calm, stirred an exstential fear in even his daring father so much so he'd harshly rustle his son awake with his heart beating fervently in his chest.
Hendry's shoulders could feel the ghost touches of Gaspard Dubois warm hands right now.
Still...
This felt nice. And warm too!
He snuggled deeper into the warm oblivion .
Ahh.
Was this,
was this....
was this what sleep felt like?
That beauteous primoridal thing that evaded him so cruelly?
Now here he was, cuddled her clutches?
No way!
What had changed?
His mind couldn't form an answer. It was far too busy being massaged at a neuron level, as if death's fingers kneaded his gray brain and felt every ridge, mush and edge in such a way that even inflexible. Thought bent and melted into intelligent mushy matter.
It was so warm, and the grand stairs behind him weren't this warm a few minutes ago.
And they most certainly did not feel like fluffy, decadent pillows.
Yeah... pillows.
He buried his face in them, sure that though his eyes were closed he could see his sleepy smile o-
pillows?
"WHAT THE HECK?!"
His body suddenly shook, with an unforseen painful grip upon his shoulders.
