Thread: Kvvy's Journal ~Victorian Manor Edition~

Oh Glob, I'm Dying of Writer's Block It was breakfast time in Kveria's Journal the morning was frigid and grey, but the fabulous scent of pancakes and bacon filled the manor and warmed it with the promise of food. In turn, each of the characters who resided there were roused by the smell and dragged themselves out of bed for breakfastincluding Rin, who was notoriously anti-bacon and an anomaly to the rest of them. In a loose group, the men made their way down the grand marble staircase in the front hall, then made an immediate left into the dining room. It was large, with a long table that would easily seat fifty or more, decorated with a white silk runner and vases containing two calla lilies each for every ten seats. The rest of the room had a very classic feel to it, decorated with old paintings in gaudy frames and small wooden cabinets. On one wall, there was a pair of large china cabinets with glass doors on the front, showcasing only the finest china that the manor had to offer to very special guests. At the end of the room, sitting at the head of the table, was the Mind Father of the whole shebangthe dark-haired young man who currently laid with his face flat down on the table, his arms crossed over top of his head. The first to attempt anything was the ever brave Colt, who walked up with his eyebrows pushed down, coffee in hand and unlit cigarette hanging from between his lips. The scowl on his face carried through to his voice when he jabbed his creator in the shoulder with two fingers, rather harshly. Ey. Get your head off the table it's rude. Kveria responded in little more than a whine and a grunt, turning his head sideways to avoid direct contact with the very unsettlingly angry man. It was so obvious that Colt didn't want to be awake right then, and that he desperately needed to light up though he knew he wasn't allowed in the house. Not that he was worried about consequences he just held a general respect for the rules. Kveria, get the Hell up. I'm not going to say it again, Colt continued, a little more harshly. Neon stepped up next to Colt and peered around him with an apathetic expression. His hair was still mussed from sleeping, sticking up in every direction on the left side of his head while the right side was relatively flatter. It was obvious that he hadn't tried to do anything about it before coming down, but it wasn't like he cared either. If the others wanted to gawk, Neon was going to let them and that's all there was to it. Hey, maybe you should let someone with a gentler touch take care of this? When his pastel-hued eyes traveled up to meet Colt's and examined the solely unimpressed look, he shrugged and took his seat, deciding to dig into the feast of a breakfast that was already set out on the table. He didn't want to get involved anyway, so he wasn't that concerned. Colt gave up and sat down with the others which relaxed the tense atmosphere significantly Kveria lifted his head and rested it on his arms with a long, low whine that was reminiscent of an injured dog. This turned most of the heads at the table, except for Colt who had given up and Neon who had already said his piece. They saw Kveria with his glasses off which was uncharacteristic of him to begin with, dark circles showing purple underneath his dark brown eyes and a languid expression settling itself in ever corner of his features. For the normally energetic and bouncy writer, this was a complete one-eighty from what his characters were used to. There was an overhanging silence while they all thought of something to say. Oh my, darling... you look absolutely awful, Rin spoke up from his seat, when no one else spoke up in what he assumed was due time. You look positively dreadful, like you haven't slept in days. That's really not good for your skin, you know. Thanks for your concern, but I'm fine. The writer did his damnedest to sit up straight, rubbing his eyes. It's true I haven't gotten more than a few hours sleep every night for the last month or so, though. I mean, between my fanfic, role-playing, training my horse, babysitting, job searching, and spending almost all my time with Tom now.... It's been hard to fit everything in, and I'm stressed out... and now I've got writer's block. There was an automatic collective silence where even Colt and Neon looked up to assess their creator's face, looking for any shred of jesting there. There was none. The quiet turned quickly solemn between the veterans of the group while Rave and Sheena, the newest victims, looked back and forth from Kveria to their seniors. There was no nice way for their seniors to tell them the potential dangers of writer's block, how devastating and life-threatening it could be for the creations. The whole thing had ruined the entire meal to Julius it tasted like cardboard in his mouth and he was the first to excuse himself, followed soon after by the others. Feeling awkward and left out, Rave and Sheena eventually left as well, leaving Kveria to sulk with his head down on the table.