04-19-2009, 07:09 PM
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Lysander heard his door open, but he didn’t care who entered. He cared even less when he realized it was Winnie. Ever since the children had gone he had no reason to keep the doors lock, who was there to keep locked out? No one had come for him yet from Dahlia, maybe they wouldn’t and they were less likely to just march into Phoenix Valley lands without permission. Besides, he was drunk most the time so if they beat him to a pulp there was a high chance he wouldn’t remember it later. He had been drinking far too much since little Emwe had been taken, and he wasn’t quite sure if he drank because he missed them, or if he drank because his body was miserable without the alcohol constantly coursing through his veins.
The floor was scattered with a few empty bottles (the full ones safely tucked beneath the floor where the boys had slept) and the female expertly navigated her way around them. Allowing his head to be lifted, he made no resistance as she placed it in her lap and he even enjoyed the strokes he felt. It lessened his headache, or at least gave him something else to focus on. Yet her words did not please him. “Don’t lie sweetness, ya wanted them gone.” His voice was neither accusing or angry, just dull and blunt. It was true, wasn’t it? She hadn’t wanted the stolen puppies, had threatened to have them taken back to where they came from and now they were gone. Winnie should have been thrilled.
Lysander heard his door open, but he didn’t care who entered. He cared even less when he realized it was Winnie. Ever since the children had gone he had no reason to keep the doors lock, who was there to keep locked out? No one had come for him yet from Dahlia, maybe they wouldn’t and they were less likely to just march into Phoenix Valley lands without permission. Besides, he was drunk most the time so if they beat him to a pulp there was a high chance he wouldn’t remember it later. He had been drinking far too much since little Emwe had been taken, and he wasn’t quite sure if he drank because he missed them, or if he drank because his body was miserable without the alcohol constantly coursing through his veins.
The floor was scattered with a few empty bottles (the full ones safely tucked beneath the floor where the boys had slept) and the female expertly navigated her way around them. Allowing his head to be lifted, he made no resistance as she placed it in her lap and he even enjoyed the strokes he felt. It lessened his headache, or at least gave him something else to focus on. Yet her words did not please him. “Don’t lie sweetness, ya wanted them gone.” His voice was neither accusing or angry, just dull and blunt. It was true, wasn’t it? She hadn’t wanted the stolen puppies, had threatened to have them taken back to where they came from and now they were gone. Winnie should have been thrilled.