zephyr
Peaceful, eh? Hope he's ready for that to end.
You shove your way through the front door without much consideration for the amount of damage it might do (it's your fucking house) or noise it might make (not like Red'll be sleeping). You reek of alcohol, both from what you've consumed and what's been plastered on your agonized face to keep it from becoming putrid; a near-empty bottle of vodka hangs between your fingers, though how much you've actually had to drink is anyone's guess.
Kicking your shoes off on the lanai, you slam the door behind you and make your way to the living room, crashing down onto the couch. "Honey, I'm home!" you call out loudly to Ki (and Sam), before breaking into boyish giggles. "An' I got fucking stabbed!"
Drama llama much? Maybe, but let me say, the sewn up red gash that cuts over the left side of your face from hairline to cheek isn't fucking helping you feel like this is fine, everything is fine.
You shove your way through the front door without much consideration for the amount of damage it might do (it's your fucking house) or noise it might make (not like Red'll be sleeping). You reek of alcohol, both from what you've consumed and what's been plastered on your agonized face to keep it from becoming putrid; a near-empty bottle of vodka hangs between your fingers, though how much you've actually had to drink is anyone's guess.
Kicking your shoes off on the lanai, you slam the door behind you and make your way to the living room, crashing down onto the couch. "Honey, I'm home!" you call out loudly to Ki (and Sam), before breaking into boyish giggles. "An' I got fucking stabbed!"
Drama llama much? Maybe, but let me say, the sewn up red gash that cuts over the left side of your face from hairline to cheek isn't fucking helping you feel like this is fine, everything is fine.
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
