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It feels like a gnawing in the back of his mind, a slow ache that come with little warning and that lasts for a good part of the day before dying out softly. The ache is a reminder that he is still human, that his body still has needs and that denying such needs will only go so far before the body pushes back. It's to that point. His body is pushing back. The once slow ache has turned to a deep rooted ache, so much in fact that his days are nearly impossible to push through without feeling some pain.
On this day, this afternoon, is no different than the last—except this day is more of a struggle.
His head was throbbing, his face was a deep pallor and with the dark circles lining under his eyes the raven haired male seemed like death walking. His cheekbones were like two pieces of glass, ready to cut if one even touched them lightly, and his clothing only hid so much, but it didn't hide everything. It was obvious the tunic he wore was getting to be too large, as were the trousers he wore, but despite it all there was a grin that his lips hugged upward.
Yet now he was alone, and in these few moments of alone time he made his way from the kitchens to a window and sat down. The sun was streaming in through the window, bringing some warmth to the warlock as he sat with his hands closed tightly and his eyes searching before he looked to his hands. Slowly his fingers uncurled and a piece of bread almost fell from his hand, but he kept a slight grip to it.
His stomach knotted a few times over as he gulped lightly before closing his eyes. It was just a few moments he had alone, and in those few moments all he wanted was to eat and enjoy himself, but his eyes opened as he licked his lips as he brought the piece of bread to his mouth only to stop when he heard something."MERLIN!" It was a familiar sound of his name echoing through the halls and slowly the warlock stood.
He took up the bread and curled his fingers around it once more, slowly making his way from the window and just before he rounded a corner he saw a small child, she seemed to have stopped for some reason and so he handed her the bread before he continued on his way. The grin that had once hugged his lips seemed to grow; only in knowing he had provided a meal for another.