ZEPH
you have a happy personality with a heavy soul
"Whiskey. Weddin' gift." You're following her back down the ladder, your prize held loosely in one hand, the other navigating the way down. "Strong enough t'chew, and smooth enough t'sail." Good shit, in short, which is something you both need.
You help her push the steps back up, happy to seal away the past for a little longer. As the trapdoor closes behind you, you could swear you catch a glimpse of familiar, almond-shaped eyes peering down, bright and cruel as a punch to the gut. Stupid ghost shit. Stupid god shit. All you want to do with history is drink enough to forget it.
Speaking of. You follow Vai down the stairs, chuckling as you reach the bottom and reaching out to snag her hand. "Why wait?" you wonder in a grinned growl, pulling the witch in close against you and pressing a hard, hot kiss to her lips. Behind her back your hands work to open the bottle of booze, the earthy scent immediately rising unmistakably into the room.
You help her push the steps back up, happy to seal away the past for a little longer. As the trapdoor closes behind you, you could swear you catch a glimpse of familiar, almond-shaped eyes peering down, bright and cruel as a punch to the gut. Stupid ghost shit. Stupid god shit. All you want to do with history is drink enough to forget it.
Speaking of. You follow Vai down the stairs, chuckling as you reach the bottom and reaching out to snag her hand. "Why wait?" you wonder in a grinned growl, pulling the witch in close against you and pressing a hard, hot kiss to her lips. Behind her back your hands work to open the bottle of booze, the earthy scent immediately rising unmistakably into the room.
sometimes, it gets weird
