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Drank the whole weight of my weakness - Colt - 11-21-2025
Her toe pushes an empty bottle over the cobblestone. The angle of the little alleyway is just right that the glass hesitates for a moment, then rolls back, tinkling across every bumpy edge along the way. It reunites with the sole of her boot, blessedly clean of mud for once, and she repeats it. She's slouched deeply into the wall against her back, not quite seeming to commit to either standing or sitting, just hanging on through balance and sheer force of will amid the grout. Her hair hangs in a gold curtain over one shoulder, but it’s not enough to block out the world. The empty bottle hadn't been either.
A weary hand drags past her temple into the sheet of her loose hair, the strands lifting after her fingers with enough static to suggest this is also a repeated gesture. She bends forward sharply at her waist, ass pressing into the wall harder as she leans over the deep cant of her legs. It's all an attempt to fold the thoughts away—the discomfort, the distractions, the distilled poison. It lingers though, practically a second heartbeat pulsing through her consciousness, these ruinous ideas.
She tilts her head, searching for the man she’d been told to wait for to get the medicine she actually needs.
RE: Drank the whole weight of my weakness - Mateo - 11-22-2025
The man in question spills out of a bar a couple of buildings over, having been coaxed and corralled by whispers to hear about someone in need of 'a doctor' in one of the skinny alleyways nearby. Mateo had insisted he was dressed as a doctor a week ago or more, and even though it makes no difference to the type of medicine he might supply, they really need to stop addressing him as such before anyone gets the wrong idea.
With the clamour of laughter and conversation swallowing back up into the night as the door to the bar clicks shut again, Colt will hear instead the jaunty tap of heels against the cobbles, until Mateo's silhouette appears at the mouth of the alley. It's his boots that have been making the noise, heeled and capped to click satisfyingly along the stone, and he tilts his head towards Colt as if trying to decide if he properly recognises her.
It was only one time and it had been at Vesper's birthday at the Hanged Man, and he's not sober, so it's a fight for understanding he soon gives up on. [say]"You were looking for me?"[/say] he trills, tipping a wink through kohl-lined blue eyes and shrugging the obnoxiously pink fur jacket higher up onto his shoulders where it has started to slip. [say]"What do you need?"[/say]
RE: Drank the whole weight of my weakness - Colt - 11-22-2025
The sounds far precedes him, and it's an oddity enough among the usual city din that it's begging her to listen. She can't quite place it, although she's the one very out of place here. Cities aren't exactly her style, but tempting as it had been to ride away and camp in the wilderness until she felt like herself again, she feared the silence would not help. No, what she's looking for is enough noise to drown out the clamor in her own head, and this tipping and tapping of a stride—she can identify that much at least—is just the start.
He's little more than a shadow upon arrival, backlit by the warm glow of streets alive beyond this crack between buildings and routes. It's not night yet, but the sun is sinking somewhere she can't see, the darker edges of the world growing longer for it. The bottle at her feet shifts just barely as she steps up into a straighter stance; she'd let it alone once she started trying to listen to his approach, the sound of shivering glass unhelpful. He becomes a bit clearer as her eyes adjust to the low light of him, the faintest glimmer of recognition like a spark that fails to take. She forgets names on a good day, least of all one she never properly learned in a setting they never quite brushed up within, not when potentials and other dramatics overtook the night.
[say]"Yeah,"[/say] she asserts after a pause that seems to go on a touch too long. It felt like a threshold to cross, deciding if she should turn back now or continue on towards this...questionable treatment with a doctor looks like this. He's got all the luxury of someone confidently right where he means to be though, dressed exactly as he likes, and there's an undeniable appeal to that. His question lands with even more allure, because yes, it is what she needs, not what she wants. [say]"Something that'll turn it off."[/say] She says with a lift of her chin, the unwavering doubt dissipating beneath the hike of pink promise. [say]"I don't wanna feel a thing."[/say] She might consider a lobotomy next if this doesn't help.
RE: Drank the whole weight of my weakness - Mateo - 11-24-2025
However long the pause, Mateo waits with brows raised in curiosity and a smile playing across his lips, head tilting enough to set the array of hoops in his ears to clinking. [say]"Oho,"[/say] he purrs as she clarifies, giving a quirky little curtsey as if to say he's pleased to meet her acquaintance and to supply her oblivion. [say]"What flavour of nothing do we want?"[/say] he asks, straightening back up to rummage in what looks like a cross between a corset and a waistcoat, withdrawing two small paper parcels after a moment or two.
[say]"This one will have you dancing until dawn and caring about nothing more than having a great time with anyone you happen to meet,"[/say] He waves the first parcel. [say]"Whereas this one will have you floating on cloud nine until you fall asleep. I do not recommend it if you do not have somewhere to stay first, though."[/say] Otherwise she'll be out of her mind on dreamdust in some chilly, damp alleyway somewhere.
RE: Drank the whole weight of my weakness - Serendipity - 11-24-2025
Hey, what's that? Out of the corner of your eye, you see a colourful, hand-painted egg. Perhaps it's sitting amidst some flowers, on a tree branch, next to a river, or in a merchant's shop, but wherever it is, it doesn't seem to be accidentally placed there. On one side you see a painted hot air balloon. Maybe it has something to do with the upcoming festival!
Go ahead and pick it up!
You've found a painted egg!. Whoever is next to post in this thread will be the first one to see the egg, but if they wish to give it to someone else, they're more than welcome! No need to post in account updates, just keep track of this thread and pick up your egg IC!
RE: Drank the whole weight of my weakness - Colt - 11-25-2025
She might normally reconsider what the hell she's doing when a man in attire she has no possible name for (city chic? Drug-dealer drip?) curtseys before her. Part of her threatens to do just that, rocking back on her heels for a moment like she considers backing away still. She should limp back to her house and curl up for the night with a drink or multiple, the way her father taught her to, and then bury it the next day beneath work until she's too tired and too drunk to think about much of anything. That had been enough, once.
His earrings clink like a bell that's past rung, so she doesn't withdraw. The two parcels he withdraws each earn a studious look, but as he begins to explain she immediately shakes her head at the first offer. [say]"Oh, no, definitely not that. I don't need any more people involved in..."[/say] she trails off with a turn of her head and an inhale, thumbs sliding into her pockets with a flap of her elbows. After kissing Thalassa for no discernible reason—well other than the fact women are objectively attractive, though nothing quite beats the strong jaw line, peek of an Adonis belt, or firm erection of a man—she's decided what she needs is a good ol' fashioned IT reset. Power her brain on and off and see if that does the trick. Maybe provide some clarity on the surprise kiss, hopefully at least keep any more from happening, and maybe even quiet the turmoil of Vesper into something tequila could manage again.
That's all baggage that this alleyway doctor doesn't need to be rifling through. [say]"I'll take the cloud nine,"[/say] she says simply instead. [say]"It seems...nice."[/say] If it isn't clear by now, she's a touch in over her head. [say]"I do have a place to stay,"[/say] she assures with the faintest smile, starting to reach into the inner folds of her dusty to withdraw some payment. [say]"How do I...how does it work?"[/say] She notices then a colorful egg nearby, which seems the sort of thing that should occur after she's taken her treatment for the night. [say]"Yours?"[/say] she asks him, nodding towards it.
Colt offers for Mateo to take the egg
RE: Drank the whole weight of my weakness - Mateo - 11-26-2025
[say]"Suit yourself,"[/say] Mateo trills, slipping one of the parcels - the one containing little jewels of snapdragon, but of course now Colt will never know - back into his bodice and offering out the other for her to take. Doing so has him stepping automatically a few feet more into the alleyway, handing over the drugs and accepting the payment in a subtle, quick flick of his wrist that suggests he's done this sort of thing in much more crowded places in the past.
[say]"Good to know. And with this, it is a powder. Most people I know dissolve it in water and take it that way. A few like to rub it on their gums or snort it, but it is not my favourite method."[/say] He gestures to the little packet now in her possession. [say]"There is enough for a good three doses in there, so be careful not to go overboard."[/say]
As for the egg, he raises his eyebrows and tilts his head towards it, before scoffing and shaking his head. [say]"I can see why you might think so, but no,"[/say] he says. [say]"Take it - maybe it is lucky for you."[/say]
Mateo tells Colt she can have the egg.
RE: Drank the whole weight of my weakness - Colt - 11-27-2025
His persistent confidence through everything is the one reassurance she leans on now. He moves with a practice in this she's happy to let him keep, not sure this is something she wants to be well practiced with, but grateful at least that he is. As the parcel gets tucked away in her fingers she can't help but stare down at it, wondering how something so small and light still manages to command such a weighty presence. Her fingers curl tighter against it before she forces it into her pocket, head lifting to listen to the directions. [say]"Right, dissolved in water should suit me just fine."[/say] Nothing more than a tonic then. Surely slower to hit than nostrils or gums, but that was a good speed for her.
At the dosage count she nods, thinking she rather might try a half dose to start. She just wants to find the edge of nothingness, not get lost in it. Something to fix this, not break her further, or that's the idea anyway. [say]"Thanks,"[/say] she manages around a frail smile, a small part of her easing with the promise of something better to come. Not answers, she's more or less given up on those, but quiet. She could be content with some quiet, even if it's temporary.
She glances from the egg back to him and back to the egg as he declines it. [say]"Didn't know lucky eggs was a thing,"[/say] she huffs lightly, reaching down to pick it up just the same. She inspects it mildly before pocketing it with a shrug. [say]"Matches one back home. Weird."[/say] With no further business, she gives him a nod of farewell. [say]"Appreciate your help,"[/say] she offers before she slips further down the alley with a wave, wandering back to her room to give this a try.
Colt picks up the egg
[FIN]