We can't play it safe anymore

Strelein von Rosnete · 08-19-2012, 09:39 PM

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so much sad

Ahiga was gone now too. He did not know what he was doing anymore, and the last thread he had to Noss was gone. Noss was gone, the family was gone, and Strel, in a manner, was gone too. The day that the youth left, Strel took to the drink again, foregoing everything he had to numb himself. And he drank so much of his alcohol that he had almost had to find more, but had scrounged out another bottle of rum for the next day. He did not know what he was going to do when the alcohol ran out and he would be forced into stone cold sobriety with all of his emotional baggage to lug around. He had thought Ahiga wanted him around, wanted him to help. He thought he had been needed. But no, the boy as gone, and Strel lost himself in a bottle.

He had gone to bed early and slept late, preferring to keep his brain asleep for as long as he could before facing the world. Tonight, though, he would ration out his alcohol so he could gaze at the stars as they came out before heading to bed to curl up alone. He grinned at the thought of the warm booze pouring down his throat. Yet before he could even so much as sit, he found a voice calling at his back. Strel turned, confused. And then he bristled at the equally tall man, but broad, glaring at him without a single bit of respect in his eyes. "Excuse me?" he retorted, turning to his full height, which did not match the others. His hand was on his hip as he held out his bottle. "How dare you talk to me like that?" he said angrily, his finger pointing at the man. "Who do you think you are? I am the Dauphin!"

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