Title: The Regent's Woe
Personal Comments: Regent of the Mask and World of Warcraft Demons. As I wrote this, I was up in the library, unable to focus on my homework for being on the secluded second floor (lesson learned to work downstairs from now on), gotten Cs on my recent exams, and can't focus on this Hamlet response, barely able to read it even. Thought I'd get a short little drabble in.
I don't feel sleepy, but I guess my brain is done working after I got up at six this morning to cram in a little extra studying for a Spanish exam.
Been a while since I wrote a drabble about these characters (The Regent, Astaroth, Helkath, and Quiztai). Thought I'd use them.
Listened to "Mel-On-Cholly" from the Megamind soundtrack as I wrote this. Hans Zimmer is a genius!
The sun setting over Paris, the Regent continued to walk through the stone sidewalks by the water. The dark red glow of the sun reflected brilliantly off the water.
Barely a soul was in sight as the man in the red hood continued his slow walk. Behind him, Helkath rolled up from the shadows and Quiztai hopped along, the latter not with his usual spring. The Regent's depression must have gotten to him too.
Astaroth had wandered off to flirt with a succubus he ran into.
Once in a while, the three would be passed by a car on the street, and once in a while pass a sleeping fisherman, minding his own business. Overall, the place was pretty lonely.
At last, they came a a little bridge crossing a canal. The Regent gently plucked a white flower from a pot resting on the ledge, and looked over the railing of the bridge. In the steadily moving water, he could see his reflection, dancing in the waves. The orange clouded sky above him seemed so... vast.
The Regent let out a huff as Helkath looked over and Quiztai hung from the railing like a monkey.
One by one, The Regent started plucking the pedals of the flower, and let them drift lazily down into the water. There was not even a gentle breeze to lift them up or slow their decent. Each one gently landed on the water, barely even making a ripple, as they were carried on down the canal.
PS: Don't ask me what the Regent is sad about. Let's just say he misses his deceased wife. Does it really matter?
You know, I didn't think about this before, but there's actually some symbolism and messages about suicide with the flower pedals. Think about it.