"Does it ever bother you? Being alone?" || @little-tyrant-gortash

Curious Sentences | @little-tyrant-gortash

It did. While Jett had always been a relatively solitary person, that didn’t mean that he enjoyed being so, even when he wasn’t locked up in a dungeon. He liked being around people. Craved attention and affection like plants craved sunlight. People just didn’t like him in return. If he got upset about it, he was seen as a rabble rousing punk. If he tried to seek out what he was lacking, he was called clingy or an attention whore. Of course, there were people back home who didn’t think of him as such, but they were few and far between. Eventually, he’d accepted that he’d just have to make do with whatever scraps he got, and cope in any way he could.

“I’m used to it,” he answered curtly, peering up at his lordly captor from the other side of the cold metal bars. “The small space is more bothersome, honestly, but it’s better than nothin’.” That, and the boredom. He’d counted every hole and crack in the stonework ten times over in the past few days in an effort to keep himself sane. Gods, he wished he had music to listen to; he’d been alone with his thoughts for too long, and no amount of meditation was helping him.

“What is it that you want to know about me?” Jett sounded calmer than he felt, an art that he’d been practicing and perfecting since his teen years. He even offered a polite smile to sell the illusion of serenity. “I’ll be as cooperative as possible.” The sooner they got this interrogation over with, the sooner he could get out of this stupid cell, and away from the ghosts of its previous inhabitants, who were no company at all!