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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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."

"Oh." Fights - they're not fun. Link nods in understanding and falls silent, dropping his head to fidget with the hem of his tunic. "Um... I hope it'll be okay, then."

"Heh, yeah, me too. It- it might be, I dunno right now."

Link nods again, the fleeting question on whether he means a fight with a friend or a fight with an enemy crossing his mind. For a while, he doesn't answer. "I guess... you just have to wait and see, right?"

"I'm really not uh- one to do that. I don't have time to wait."

"How come?" he asks, then shakes his head. "Sorry. You don't have to say."

"Just not the life I have, heh." A small smile, slightly hurt, but maybe that's just because he's tired? Either way, he takes another drink and caps the bottle.

Link exhales, then - carefully - clambers to his feet, offering a hand to Lysunder to help him up. "Well - I hope things become okay," he says softly, offering a faint smile.

He'll take it, his wings opening up to help balance him as he stands. He tugs himself up a little to hard and ends up a hell of a lot closer to Link than he initially tried. Oh, uh, whoops, okay then.

"Heh, hey." A smirk, wings lowering, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah, I hope so too. The company was nice for now though."

Whoa, close. Link blinks uncertainly, then retrieves his hand and steps back a little. "It's okay. Thanks for telling me all that stuff."

And for getting him mildly tipsy. Zelda's gonna love that one.

"Ahhh, no problem." Steps back, giving Link a wide smile.

"Until next time, 'eh kid?" Zelda can just calm her rumble spheres!

Link returns the smile, feeling, at least, a bit steadier on his feet. "Uh huh. I hope you sleep well now!"

Wine hath drowned more men than the sea.

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