As the sun begins to rise up, a small ray of sunlight touched the brunette's sleeping figure.
Edgar opened his eyes, groaning for being woken.
He sighed and sat on his bed as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was all messy. The painter picked up his red ribbon to tie his hair up again.
It's been almost a month since Edgar had his first step in the manor, running away from his own house and aristocrat family to find true inspirations. He would rather standing at the edge of death, but never coming back to a place he used to call "home".
Wasting his beloved time and staying there was like an insult to himself. He would never forgive the people who saw him as a money making machine, selling his beloved painting and wonderful works of art only in return of a money and praise.
They would never understand anything about art. about the passions, skill and the time that's been used to creat such masterpieces.
All they cared was the money and the adorations they would get from showing them off to noblemen.But for what? They would eventually die , wouldn't they? What were they going to do with their money in the afterlife? It wouldn't save them from anything. It wouldn't help them anywhere.
They couldn't use their dirty salaries to escape death, could they?Everything seemed so much better when he wasn't an adult for sure. They would admire him and his works, and encourage him to keep working on them more and more.
But only if he knew they wanted and liked his paintings just to put them up for sale,he would have never started painting in first place.
Edgar decided to stop thinking about that. His days was already ruined enough.
Today kinda seemed different than ever, which seemed Weird.
Edgar shook his head, trying to get all the bad thoughts and overthinking away from his mind. Then, he stood up from his bed to change into his usual cloths: a small beret and a capelet, both in red as it was the painter's most beloved colour of all time.
Edgar checked the clock. " It's already six.." he decided to go downstairs for the breakfast that was served at the time.
But before grabbing the door knob, it opened on it's own. Wasn't too shoking as the Painter knew who exactly is behind the door.
"Mornin!" Luca said with a small grin on his face. " You are finally awake! I thought I would come to call you on breakfast."
"No need, and thank you, Balsa. I am already heading at the dinning room myself." Edgar said while passing by the prisoner that was standing in the doorframe as he got out of his room.
Edgar wouldn't usually talk to people in manor; though, Luca was of course an exception.
He seemed to be the opposite of every other survivor to him.
The way he talked about science so professionally with his hands, his moves and ways of dances that he would do alone sometimes, his silly jokes and always smiling face,... Just everything about him seemed too perfect for the most, including Edgar of course.
Bu it wasn't like that for anyone.
From the time the Hermit has joined the manor, only a few of people trust or like Luca nowadays as his "Crimes" begin to come visible. Luca himself barley remembered everything, but he had to handle so many people ignoring him or being harsh on purpose all the time.
Happily though, some people do actually enjoy Luca. For example, Him and Tracy are the bestest of friends ever. To Tracy Luca seemed like a bigger brother. Same was about Luca seeing her as a younger sister.
They used to share ideas and build things until they felt tired and fell asleep immediately.
Edgar felt his heart race up as he thought about Luca. He decided to walk faster as because that idiot behind him was starting to giggle from his reaction.
When he arrived at the dinning table everyone had arrived but Eli and Aesop. Aesop was probably in his room now. He didn't know anything about Eli, though.
The aristocrat chose the farthest seat which was at the other end of the table. He sat down and watched Emily coming towards him with a tray in hand. She Gave him down some stuff form her tray,
including some
bread, croissants, a cup of tea and some fruit Salad.
At least I can eat properly here. He thought, and decided to start eating.
As he was drinking his tea in peace, he saw Aesop coming in and sitting with Martha and Norton. They were talking about afternoon's matches, as because it was Saturday that day.In weekend's most hunters and survivers have free time to do whatever, but some also have weekend matches that are basically small games like tarot to play.
Edgar was listening to Norton, talking about the hunters he could kite while the rest were listening carefully, and just at the times, Luca moved in with a small breakfast tray in hand. His neck's Chain was clanking at every step he took. And guess where he had to sit?
Right next to Edgar.
" Heyyyy cutie~" Luca said with a huge grin on his face.
" Stop it you-."
"Oh cmon. You are all red already!"
Edgar blushed slightly. He was almost Standing up to hit Luca in the face when Emma walked in with a small letter in hand.
" Hello guys! There are some important stuff I wanna share ! It's about today's matches, and some night ones too."
Yep. Night matches were the worse, they usually lasted for hours and everyone would get so tired after them.
" Mr Valden , Victor, Luca and Naib are having a match in an hour, and also one in night time at around 9! After that, Eli, Emily, Martha and Helena can choose to play tarot with another team, or just normal matches! That's it for today! "
Everyone seemed too frustrated after hearing about the night match. Nobody wanted to miss the dinner anyway.
In the manor, they would hold matches all the time, night or day, and even weekenks. Some especial times were exception. Like the anniversary celebration.
"A night match? But can I-"
" Nope. No changing" Emma cut Lucas's sentence before he could finish.
Guess we are gonna have a long night then.
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「Watashi No Taiyō| Edluca Fanfic」
Fanfiction[ REPUBLISHING] -Edgar Valden, a painter from from the noblemen, gets a letter from the manor to participate in a "game". But now , it's been more than a month, yet he is trapped inside this evil place But he never thought he would fall in love with...