<div align="center"><em>Valentine Ambrose-Outside his mothers room</em></div><hr/><br/>His mothers voice came from behind the door, a sweet sound he had not heard in a good while.. how he longed to hear it on his travels. But such is the price of wander lust.. course now that was sated a new lust had taken its place.Such was the way of desire, a carnal and primal sin.. it is never truly sated, the object merely changes. He straightened his clothes once more and grabbed the handle.. then a pause, he had just been traveling, away for awhile. perhaps it would be better to get cleaned.. or at least get a change of clothes, before seeing his beloved mother.<br/><br/>Slowly his hand pulled away<strong>"there will be time later, I have plenty."</strong>he said to himself. though he wished to see her now.. he didn't feel like he could in such a soiled state. turning on his heels he quietly made his way back down the hall towards his room.<strong>"Hope its at least partly prepared."</strong>he mumbled to himself.