vatheon | Wine hath drowned more men than the sea.

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.

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"Juuust a sip."

Hesitating juuuust a bit longer, then he nods and takes a - much smaller - sip, coughing once and pulling a face. "It's still burning a lot."

"It will." A pause. "You've never had it before so, a few more sips of something like this and you'll start to feel what I was talking about, but uh, no more than that." A shrug.

"It's not for everybody though, so if you don't care for it, that's okay."

Nodding, he sets it down for now. "I'm not sure I like it much," he says apologetically, passing it back across to Lysunder. "I've never drunk anything like that in Hyrule."

He takes it back, sipping some before leaning back, bottle dangling by the neck in his fingers.

"No drugs in Hyrule?"

"No... what are drugs?" What a way to get the drug education talk.

"They're like... chemicals and stuff that you can talk to alter yourself for a brief time, uh, if that is something you are interested in." ...Weird.

"Oh..." Yeah, he still doesn't get it. "I don't think we have anything like that. Is alcohol a drug?"

"Yeah, I am pretty sure it is."

Link retrieves the bottle, sniffing at it curiously then recoiling a little. "They sound kind of strange. How do they alter people?"

Handing it back now.

"Um, I...don't know. I don't think I am the best person to ask... about that..."

"Oh. Okay." Link grins at him a little sheepishly. "I guess I should stop asking so many questions, huh?"

"Eh heh, uh, n-no, it's okay. You can ask whatever you want I just, uh, won't always have the answers."

"I bet Zelda will know if you don't. She knows a lot of stuff."

For a moment, his smile falters. "Although sometimes I can't even talk to her about things. They make her sad, I think," he adds softly.

"Ah hah, uhhh, yeah, maybe, she's definitely a smart girl."

A pause, glancing in Link's direction. He really doesn't know the story between the two of them... he should ask Zelda sometime. Gonna try to remember that.

"You never know what'll do that."

Link nods almost distractedly, drawing his legs up. "I don't know why," he starts slowly, "But even though we mostly remember everything the same, the thing that happened just before I got here... that was different. And I don't know why, or -"

His words cuts off there, voice strangled, before adding softly, "I have bad dreams about what happened. And I can't tell her because of what it was.

...Why am I telling you this?"

"Uh, that might be the drink. Sit quiet for a bit, feel anything?"

It has only been two gulps (one bigger than the other), but it's strong stuff, and Link has no tolerence to it. He nods, sitting back against the tree, trying to work out exactly how he's feeling.

"Sort of... fuzzy," he eventually admits. "S'hard to explain."

"Sounds right, good or bad?"

He's. Not totally sure yet. "I don't really know. It's okay, I guess," he says grudgingly. "But I feel kind of like it'd be hard to walk."

"It uh, can be for some people. I'd advise you to stay sitting."

"Okay." He's quite happy to do that, sitting quietly against his tree.

Eventually, though, with another glance at the bottle, he speaks up. "How come you're drinking alcohol? Did you want to alter yourself?"

"Yes, I want to alter myself." Driiiink.

"Oh - why?"

Wait, that's probably an intrusive question. Link ducks his head a little, adding a quiet, "Sorry, if you don't wanna say."

"Uh-" A Side glance, he takes a deep breath, shaking his head.

"No it's fine, I uh, forgive me if I don't get into details. Just-" A shrug.

"Got in a fight, I uh, I guess."

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