Wine hath drowned more men than the sea.

[rebull]

Who: Summoner and who the heck ever
When: Late evening/very early morning
Where: Deep in the forest within the bubble
Style: Prose & action both welcomed
Status: Open

All right.

He needs a drink already.

Lysunder's been doing extremely well lately with not indulging in spirits, though he quite enjoys human liquor. He knows he shouldn't- but, damnit. He's been trying to talk to people, be his regular self, get out there, confide in those he can, granted it's a very small number, but it's not the same without him to speak to as they did when he first came here.

So now he needs a drink, and buzz off anyone that disagrees, it's not like it'll kill him-

Hopefully.

Summoner's hand curls around the bottle neck tight as he leans against a tree, ass to the grass and wings sloppily folded between he and the tree trunk. The red haired troll stares lazily at the dark canopy, watching to a smaller amount of animal eyes and usual, not communing with the creatures nearby as much while he sits there intoxicated.

"Sorry guys, but you ain't Pyral, eh, ya can fly but i's still not the same." A smirk, watching some small birds linger on a branch above before he swirls the bottle and moves it up to tip back and swallow. The burn is good by this point, he can barely feel it besides the warmth and he's having a hard time slowing everything down around him. Also good. He wants that. It helps him just sink down and enjoy the chill around him as he completely avoids thinking about his problems, even just for a few hours.

It's better to sometimes just sit and do nothing, right? Just not face your problems for a bit. Just... be.

Even if he really does know better.

Comments

[toreadorkabull]

"I, uh... like it when things are mostly quiet." He felt more at home in the dark, could be a way to put it. "It, uh... reminds me a bit, of where I built my hive. It could get really quiet there, some nights."

Tav settled a bit more, curling his legs in a bit as far as they could. Metal doesn't squish up like skin and muscle, so his range inward isn't what it used to be. "I just heard that, uh... drinking a lot, makes you sick."

[rebull]

"Heh, 'quiet'. It's never really quiet." Though he's not referring to the outside; 'outside'. As in outside of his mind. Summoner keeps so many communes it could never be considered quiet, but he certainly knows what Tavros means and gives him a smile.

An inquisitive look.

"Sick?" Pause, glancing up. "I guess... I mean, it's all on uh, you, yourself, to know when you've had too much. A little is okay." He pauses again, looking at Tavros, pursing his lips. He moves the bottle to the side and opens his arms.

"Come here, T."

[toreadorkabull]

His expression brightened instantly and his scrambled himself around so he could crawl in closer to Lysunder. In all honesty, he doesn't get close enough to a very many people for hugs, let alone cuddles. So The Summoner is one of a precious few he's comfortable enough to be that relaxed with.

He has been getting better, a lot better. There's been very little responsibility and nothing has been trying to get in the way of him feeling happy. Even things with Vriska have been getting a lot better.

So he practically pounced on Lysunder, only not really because his lower half was kind of too heavy. It ends up being more like a flop in the older troll's general direction. "Heheh."

[rebull]

Lysunder's smiles wide, immediately wrapping his arms around him and hugging him tight. He dips his head down, closing his eyes and leans forward against the smaller troll. Something feels right about being close to Tavros, maybe it's just an orange blood thing, being near someone the same temperature as you, someone so similar. It's comforting.

Soon his grip loosens a little, wings slumping at his sides as he sets his chin on the top of Tavros's head.

"You don't mind me drinkin', do ya?"

[toreadorkabull]

This was one of the few places he could feel completely relaxed and safe. The only other was in the pile he shared with Nepeta when they slept. Though more than anything, he just wanted Lysunder to be proud of him.

Tavros shook his head slightly and peeked up, mokawk getting all ruffled. "No? I just don't want, you getting sick or doing regretful things, that sometimes happens with drinking."

[rebull]

"Ah, I have too many uh, good influences here to do anything 'regretful', heh. Including you." A chuckle, squeezing him a little tighter.

[toreadorkabull]

"I think that is the first time that, uh... anyone ever said, that I was a good influence." He tried to reach his arms around further for a bigger, better hug. "Is it weird for, uh... someone like me, to be an influence for an adult?"

[rebull]

"No, I don't think so, adults need help sometimes too." Tries to adjust, letting Tavros get his arms around him more.

"Sometimes pretending like we don't need help is even a problem that we need help with, heh."

[toreadorkabull]

"Do you, uh... have a problem, that you are needing help with." He said as he finally settles more comfortably into the larger troll's embrace. "I would like to, be able to help and be useful!"