Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
He almost didn't pause when she said his name. Truthfully, he was using the drinks as an excuse to get away for a moment. He needed to clear his head, think about this for a minute without looking at her and thinking of her dead body lying there over and over. So his name, a request to pause, to stay, it felt a bit unbearable.
She's champagne and butter as she talked. He can't fathom how she's still that way, after what she'd endured, what she'd just said. He tried to summon it, the return banter, the jingling jester. "Yeah, I guess so." He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, that weak smile returning. As she rose, he braced, still craving that space and expecting she'd come with him now. He was relieved instead at her suggestion, even if someone who was potentially concussed shouldn't head to bed at all.
"Good idea, that chair looks like it'd take a mean swing." He can laugh. If his town was crumbling around him and his family friends were dying and still smiling about it, then surely he could laugh and not run off on a suicide mission, right?
He offered her his arm again, content to get the fuck out of here and let this all be some mishmash of a dream when he awoke tomorrow.
[FIN]
She's champagne and butter as she talked. He can't fathom how she's still that way, after what she'd endured, what she'd just said. He tried to summon it, the return banter, the jingling jester. "Yeah, I guess so." He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, that weak smile returning. As she rose, he braced, still craving that space and expecting she'd come with him now. He was relieved instead at her suggestion, even if someone who was potentially concussed shouldn't head to bed at all.
"Good idea, that chair looks like it'd take a mean swing." He can laugh. If his town was crumbling around him and his family friends were dying and still smiling about it, then surely he could laugh and not run off on a suicide mission, right?
He offered her his arm again, content to get the fuck out of here and let this all be some mishmash of a dream when he awoke tomorrow.
[FIN]
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
