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thefolksbetween) wrote2009-05-23 05:09 pm
thefolksbetween) wrote2009-05-23 05:09 pm
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Sad Thoughts - George
He stood in his cleanest suit, a uniform for him to work in as well. He was 19 years old now and working full time for the master, getting a pay check of his own and everything. He had been working for years now, but being paid for it was the best. He could save up now.
Standing on the back steps though, he watched as the young master Wembley snuck out, fourteen years old and sneaking out of the house. He didn’t know where too, but he wanted to go.
This… was a strange thought in his mind though. He frowned at himself, his hands behind his back, standing tall. He couldn’t remember how to slouch, it wasn’t proper, but he stood there, tall and watching, feeling… awkward for some reason. He didn’t understand why he wanted to go with the boy.
Thinking about it, he might of understood. He wanted to go with him. To run off and do something… fun. Oh, sure there were parties held by the servants here and there, and even dancing once in a while. Some brought something to smoke here and again, much to his and his fathers disapproval. Drinks on occasion, when the family was away. The whole place would shut down at night because of the darkness, but a party inside in the kitchens always ensued.
That was all well and good but it wasn’t the same. He wanted to go out, sneak away and just… do something stupid.
He’d never done a stupid thing in his life. Or at least not one that anyone could have noticed.
Watching the boy leave, he had this longing feeling, that he almost wanted the boy to ask him to go along. He’d grown more into trying to take care of the youngest master of the house, helping out when he could. School work or clothing, or just bringing him tea or something. Gregory, his father had thought that if he, George could serve the young son of the house that it would be helpful to both boys.
All it did for George is make him see what it was he was missing, though not that it seemed all that grate anyhow, but to be able to talk out like the 14 year old did so often? It was some form of freedom.
Sure, he still felt a little… upset with this boys existence, but it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault that George was stuck here like this, and there was no reason to be upset. Not upset… jealous. Perhaps.
The boy disappeared outside the gate and out of sight. George sighed, turning back again to enter the house, stepping to the side only fast enough for two men in black suits and ear pieces to go charging out suddenly. Something about the young master having gone missing again.
He sighed, tempted to tell them what he saw but… then decided that he couldn’t rip the young masters freedom away like that, and thus walked on, going to go check in with his father and what else he could do.
Standing on the back steps though, he watched as the young master Wembley snuck out, fourteen years old and sneaking out of the house. He didn’t know where too, but he wanted to go.
This… was a strange thought in his mind though. He frowned at himself, his hands behind his back, standing tall. He couldn’t remember how to slouch, it wasn’t proper, but he stood there, tall and watching, feeling… awkward for some reason. He didn’t understand why he wanted to go with the boy.
Thinking about it, he might of understood. He wanted to go with him. To run off and do something… fun. Oh, sure there were parties held by the servants here and there, and even dancing once in a while. Some brought something to smoke here and again, much to his and his fathers disapproval. Drinks on occasion, when the family was away. The whole place would shut down at night because of the darkness, but a party inside in the kitchens always ensued.
That was all well and good but it wasn’t the same. He wanted to go out, sneak away and just… do something stupid.
He’d never done a stupid thing in his life. Or at least not one that anyone could have noticed.
Watching the boy leave, he had this longing feeling, that he almost wanted the boy to ask him to go along. He’d grown more into trying to take care of the youngest master of the house, helping out when he could. School work or clothing, or just bringing him tea or something. Gregory, his father had thought that if he, George could serve the young son of the house that it would be helpful to both boys.
All it did for George is make him see what it was he was missing, though not that it seemed all that grate anyhow, but to be able to talk out like the 14 year old did so often? It was some form of freedom.
Sure, he still felt a little… upset with this boys existence, but it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault that George was stuck here like this, and there was no reason to be upset. Not upset… jealous. Perhaps.
The boy disappeared outside the gate and out of sight. George sighed, turning back again to enter the house, stepping to the side only fast enough for two men in black suits and ear pieces to go charging out suddenly. Something about the young master having gone missing again.
He sighed, tempted to tell them what he saw but… then decided that he couldn’t rip the young masters freedom away like that, and thus walked on, going to go check in with his father and what else he could do.