CaterpillarKing
Conqueror of Cacoons
Gustavus was still in shock about Gordon's promotion. Even days after it had happened. His house servants noted his seeming insomnia and walking around the house at night. Unable to get these thoughts out of his head. His slaves assumed that he was upset about losing his right-hand man position, but his feelings were complicated than that. Much more complicated in fact. He hadn't been this depressed since the loss of the wife, now that he thought of it, this night seemed just like the night he lost his beloved Annabelle. That wasn't what bothered him though, it was the pure matter of things. In the middle of his thoughts he was interrupted by his servant, Anna.
"May I get you anything to drink sir? You look parched, I have some lemonade if you want."
"Not right now Anna, but thank you. Leave some out for me and put the rest in the icebox." She nodded and left to do what she was told. And Smith went on about his inane thoughts. He couldn't get these things out of his head, these, illicit images. His vivid imagination served him well on many accords and this was one. His scandalous thoughts had been provoking anger at himself. "Why am I like this? Why??" Smith slammed his fist on the office desk, knocking books to the floor, but this didn't bother him. He sat down and groaned in frustration.
"Maybe it's normal, maybe everyone thinks about things like this. Not that I would ask anyone, that's one way to get killed around here." He muttered to himself. Yet still, he couldn't get the images of Forrest out of his head. Ever since the loss of his wife he had been like this even fiercer than before, he had anonymously sought help, but none of it ever worked. He finally came to terms with it and just accepted it. There was no way he could tell anyone though, his career would be ruined. When people start asking questions about things like that, that'll be the end. He cursed under his breath that the world had to be this way. He couldn't help it! He's been this way since he could remember! In fact it was the result of several beatings, before he decided to repress the urges of curiousity, but they resurfaced after the terrible events that still plague him. He knew he shouldn't but he just can't help it. He's always had a fancy for beards.
"May I get you anything to drink sir? You look parched, I have some lemonade if you want."
"Not right now Anna, but thank you. Leave some out for me and put the rest in the icebox." She nodded and left to do what she was told. And Smith went on about his inane thoughts. He couldn't get these things out of his head, these, illicit images. His vivid imagination served him well on many accords and this was one. His scandalous thoughts had been provoking anger at himself. "Why am I like this? Why??" Smith slammed his fist on the office desk, knocking books to the floor, but this didn't bother him. He sat down and groaned in frustration.
"Maybe it's normal, maybe everyone thinks about things like this. Not that I would ask anyone, that's one way to get killed around here." He muttered to himself. Yet still, he couldn't get the images of Forrest out of his head. Ever since the loss of his wife he had been like this even fiercer than before, he had anonymously sought help, but none of it ever worked. He finally came to terms with it and just accepted it. There was no way he could tell anyone though, his career would be ruined. When people start asking questions about things like that, that'll be the end. He cursed under his breath that the world had to be this way. He couldn't help it! He's been this way since he could remember! In fact it was the result of several beatings, before he decided to repress the urges of curiousity, but they resurfaced after the terrible events that still plague him. He knew he shouldn't but he just can't help it. He's always had a fancy for beards.
