[This is more of a quick RP to establish a 'canon' storyline for Cyril and his family. I wrote this some time ago but I thought it'd be nice to bring it to Evelon and edit it a bit to flow a little nicer. These events happen only in 'canon' and have no grounds in other various AUs.]
Griffin needed to get away. From everything; it was all too much. The Pearcival household had lost two children in the course of a year, one the heir to the company and one their beloved little sister, and the unspeakable event was taking its toll on everyone. The past month had been a blur of financial terms, paperwork, tours of the office and everywhere Griffin was apparently to work, his father shouting in his ear ad infinitum... He was sick of it. Didn’t he get time to mourn? Didn’t anyone? Did his father even care about anything but this stupid company?
A moment of peace was all he needed. A long one. Let his father look for him, send all the servants after him, make a huge scene of everything. He didn’t care. As he walked briskly outside, the further he got from the house, the more calm he felt. Shaded by the countless trees that littered the edges of the property--truly, they had enough of varying types and sizes to be an arboretum--the scowl slowly melted off his face, and he stopped at the pond and let out a long, shaky sigh. Finally. Here was peace.
Griffin needed to get away. From everything; it was all too much. The Pearcival household had lost two children in the course of a year, one the heir to the company and one their beloved little sister, and the unspeakable event was taking its toll on everyone. The past month had been a blur of financial terms, paperwork, tours of the office and everywhere Griffin was apparently to work, his father shouting in his ear ad infinitum... He was sick of it. Didn’t he get time to mourn? Didn’t anyone? Did his father even care about anything but this stupid company?
A moment of peace was all he needed. A long one. Let his father look for him, send all the servants after him, make a huge scene of everything. He didn’t care. As he walked briskly outside, the further he got from the house, the more calm he felt. Shaded by the countless trees that littered the edges of the property--truly, they had enough of varying types and sizes to be an arboretum--the scowl slowly melted off his face, and he stopped at the pond and let out a long, shaky sigh. Finally. Here was peace.