prettyawkward: (spooky)
2013-09-29 08:10 pm
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A Lesson in Aesthetics (for asthedrivensnow )

Maybe there was something to be said for less sleep in a twenty-four hour day.  Rabastan hadn't done much to the rest of the house, but his studio was, for the most part, much cleaner than it had been previously.  He had even purchased a new chaise, shoving the other in the far corner as a new storage place for scrap canvases and boards.  The lighting had been rearranged, and he had even managed to paint the walls in solid colours, relieving it of the splattered paint swatches, cracks, and tears that had developed over the last few months of his restless nights.  His room, of course, was still an absolute disaster area, but Narcissa hadn't mentioned needing to occupy that space.  

Currently, Rabastan was sitting in the hall that led to his bedroom, staring at the wall before him.  Several times, he had imagined Narcissa returning, to the point where he had almost convinced himself she had, only to realise it hadn't happened, after all.  His eyelids closed and opened in near slow-motion.  Everything felt delayed, and he wasn't really sure how long he had been sitting there.  There was a mutter, and he responded, but so quietly he could hardly make it out himself.
prettyawkward: (down his nose)
2013-01-26 10:06 am
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[ For [personal profile] asthedrivensnow ]

Rabastan arrived at the Black's manor with a satchel that was full of everything he'd need.  A resonant ring announced his arrival, and he found his hand automatically moving to his hair as he waited, rather nervously, for the house elf to allow him into the foyer. Fingers twisted and tugged at a few strands of long, black hair as his eyes wandered around the familiar scene.  Rabastan had spent many occasions here, certainly, but somehow this seemed different.  There was a fleeting thought that he might have a chance; that perhaps this would be the moment where he'd finally be able to say he'd caught the eye of a particularly stunning Black sister.  Soon after that thought came the whispering doubt that caused a slight contortion in his face as he ignored the house elf's ramblings.  Maybe he was asking about taking his coat, or bag, or whatever it was that house elves do.  Rabastan was far too caught up in the noise inside of his own head to really pay much attention to anything in the real world.  This had become more and more common since he'd been living on his own, and his lack of sleep was apparent under his eyes.

With another strange fidget, and sudden realisation that the house elf was still trying to get his attention, he glanced down at the creature, "I'm here for your mistress Narcissa.  She should be expecting me."  

He had remembered to send that owl she had asked him to, hadn't he?  He thought he remembered, or maybe he had dreamt it.