Owlanon just woke up

from /hhg/ - Helluva Hotel General #813
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>7:00
>Owlanon wakes to the soft melody of his Hellphone's alarm
>He went to bed at four, so he had three hours of sleep
>He guessed it could have been worse

>After showering, Owlanon makes his way down the stairs, to the kitch-
>"YOU FKING MANWHRE!"
>Owlanon stopped at the door, after hearing what was obviously the start of another argument
>he was staring into the wood like he hated it
>Breakfast was overrated anyway
>He did a full 180, leaving the labyrinth of a mansion, and entering the garden.

>Sitting down by a tree, Owlanon studied the small swing connected to a lower branch
>Satan, he hadn't touched it in years
>He reminisced, about years ago, when his Mother wasn't at his Father's throat, when he could go around the house and not see his father welcoming in his lover, when he could go into the sitting room and not see his mother drown herself in liquor.

>Owlanon put his head in his hands.
>Owlanon knew most of the blame lied on his Father
>He was the one who started the affair and all
>Couldn't he have been happy with just us?

>Owlanon didn't have much to do today
>He might as well waste it
>He laid back, in the tree's shade

>Owlanon tried to help
>Whenever he could, he'd mediate arguments, try and help them resolve it
>It hasn't worked so far. But it had to eventually, right?
>...
>That didn't mean Owlanon couldn't get tired of it
>Tired of helping his Mother to her bed after she'd drank too much to move on her own
>Tired of hearing those noises come from his Father and that Imp, who would just come down and raid the fridge before he left
>Tired. Just tired. He wasn't even able to be angry at the situation. It just was.

>Maybe things would have been better if he had someone to confide in.
>Not like he had any real friends, other than noble 'acquaintances' his mother set up
>The only people he really talked to were the staff, who were paid to be here
>He gave a single chuckle.
>He was kind of pathetic when you got down to it.
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>Its not like he could go to Via, either
>She's been drawing into herself
>Staying in her room all day, sneaking off at night
>While Owlanon tried desperately to keep the family together
>Octavia got to go to whatever haunt's edgy enough for her
>Owlanon knew she probably had her reasons
>But he still couldn't help but feel like it was selfish of her to be caught up in her own emotions so much that she couldn't lift a single finger to help

>...
>Owlanon felt like an ashole for thinking that.
>Maybe all of this has just messed him up somehow.
>He finally got up. How long had it been since he sat down? An hour or two, maybe.
>Owlanon walked back inside, catching his Dad in a hallway
>"Nonny? Are you alright?"
>The question was asked in genuine concern
>Owlanon wanted to let everything out
>No, he wasn't alright. The family is splitting apart, I can hear you and that imp every time you have him over, Mother's going into a downward spiral, and I'm the one running around with metaphorical duct tape trying to fix it all!

>Which is what he would have said, if saying it wouldn't have made everything worse somehow
>So he answered with a simple, "I'm fine."

>Maybe he should get more sleep, it's probably what tipped his Dad off.
>Yeah. He promised himself that he'd get his full eight hours.

>...
>Even as he promised himself, Owlanon knew it was a lie