Adam
Things were going pretty well for Adam, at least as well as they could in this stupid Caido place; he'd been kidnapped but gotten free, had got a continually filling cup (which was likely quite enabling and bad for him, but being enabled felt good) and had a regular hook up.
However, as per usual, the emptiness had a tendancy to creep in at the end of the night, and he liked to go on walks. Pretend he was doing something important, headed somewhere to be lauded as a hero at the end of a mighty quest. Managing to put the horn away in his bag before the sun had gone down, he was actually surprisingly sober for once.
Sitting on a wall in the fields by Maea's house, he placed his chin in his hands and stared over the dim evening scene, the warmth of Longheat at odds with the cool blues of the sky. Coffee curled up beside him, head rested on his thigh, and he scratched the top of the dragons head. "Y'know, Cof...you'd probably have gotten on alright with Flash, my horse. You're both sassy little shits." He mumbled, smiling down at his companion.
men, they say a lot of foolish things
And in the end the only words
I can find to believe in are mine
And in the end the only words
I can find to believe in are mine
