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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.
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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Okay just one snigger. He is the worst person. Kneeling at the edge of the water, Darkleer offers his hand. "Ready to head back to your hive now?"
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Glaring. Wet red hair dripping over his eyes and everything.
"Jerk."
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"Only when I need to be."
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Which he does in a very animal manner, going on all fours and opening up his wings to shake them off onto DARKLEER, BECAUSE HE'S A JERK.
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There's a slight squawk at the spray of water, but then Darkleer is just laughing a bit, wiping at himself.
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He sighs, taking in a deep breath and glances over at Darkleer, a small smile creeping on his lips.
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"I do not suppose you are sober now, hm?"
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"I mean, oh yes of course- completely sober. I am so uh, so very sober right now." Smiles, sliding a hand up Darkleer's arm.
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"Guess I should head to the hive then, hey?"
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"No more throwing you into small bodies of water."
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"Thank you."