05-29-2018, 10:46 PM
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Bastille's head was killing him, but he supposed that was to be expected. He'd woken up with a sour taste in his mouth and a spinning sensation, a clear indication that at least for the first few hours of the morning, he'd still be somewhat drunk. It'd only taken a few minutes for him to remember -- damn, he was impressed that wasn't a black out -- and the resignation to hit him. With Zaniel's influence on him fading, his souls sinking below the surface in a brief reprieve, he had nothing but regret and bitter resentment to reflect on. He had spent his entire 11 fucking moons avoiding the damned shit, because he refused to admit that he liked the taste or allow himself the chance to get hooked, and it'd taken one fucking slip up. God damn it.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the luxury of holing up in his room to mope as he had been for days. When he wasn't walking around destructively or glaring moodily around, he was hiding, trying to live in denial for as long as possible or else simply trying to avoid others so that he wouldn't accidentally set something on fire. Not today, though. Today, he had to honor Starry.
He was hungover as all hell, but he only seemed to be his usual state of sullen as he stood briefly in the center of the Circle. A few of his Clanmates were mumbling things about him -- he could feel their stares -- and he scowled before saying, shortly, "Starpool, 10 minutes." At that he was gone, trusting the little cluster of gossips to at least spread the news if they were going to titter to one another about how he looked like shit. It was easy to see his path to the Starpool from there, seeing how he left a trail of charred grass in his wake.
As he waited for the others to join him, he was silent, pale blue eyes blank as that emotionless -- lifeless, really -- look returned without vodka to drown his demons. He stood completely still, with Starry's pendant resting at his paws, bitterly acknowledging that he was going to be forced to part with it. Damn Starry and his goddamn traditions -- damn him for making him do this, for making himself the first pendant to hang from the tree. He wasn't ready to part with it, but then again, he wasn't ready for any of this.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the luxury of holing up in his room to mope as he had been for days. When he wasn't walking around destructively or glaring moodily around, he was hiding, trying to live in denial for as long as possible or else simply trying to avoid others so that he wouldn't accidentally set something on fire. Not today, though. Today, he had to honor Starry.
He was hungover as all hell, but he only seemed to be his usual state of sullen as he stood briefly in the center of the Circle. A few of his Clanmates were mumbling things about him -- he could feel their stares -- and he scowled before saying, shortly, "Starpool, 10 minutes." At that he was gone, trusting the little cluster of gossips to at least spread the news if they were going to titter to one another about how he looked like shit. It was easy to see his path to the Starpool from there, seeing how he left a trail of charred grass in his wake.
As he waited for the others to join him, he was silent, pale blue eyes blank as that emotionless -- lifeless, really -- look returned without vodka to drown his demons. He stood completely still, with Starry's pendant resting at his paws, bitterly acknowledging that he was going to be forced to part with it. Damn Starry and his goddamn traditions -- damn him for making him do this, for making himself the first pendant to hang from the tree. He wasn't ready to part with it, but then again, he wasn't ready for any of this.
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