this lighthouse I built to guide my feet has burned out and I forgot where I'm going
Reaching a skinny arm out to awkwardly pat Adam’s knee, Raza has to admit, “Y’aint all that bad. I just wish ye wouldn’t jump into the Gods shit.” Two thumps and then she pulls back again and sighs, the weight of her eyelids growing exponentially in that moment.
Cracking a small smile, she continues to fight it off, shrugging one shoulder off for a moment - would be ‘colder’ help her stay awake?
“Gotta zap the drunks when they start tearin’ shit up, a’course. I hear it’s a bitch of hangover. Worse ‘n any booze I got.” That smile turns into a bit of a delighted cackle, raspy, and low, as she remembers the last guy she prodded along. “They always come back, though. Hanged Man’s home.” And Raza will usually let ‘em return, so long as they pay for damages an’ keep the damage away from her.
His home sounds wildly different. Not bad. Just different. Hard to imagine right now. “D’you miss it?”
Cracking a small smile, she continues to fight it off, shrugging one shoulder off for a moment - would be ‘colder’ help her stay awake?
“Gotta zap the drunks when they start tearin’ shit up, a’course. I hear it’s a bitch of hangover. Worse ‘n any booze I got.” That smile turns into a bit of a delighted cackle, raspy, and low, as she remembers the last guy she prodded along. “They always come back, though. Hanged Man’s home.” And Raza will usually let ‘em return, so long as they pay for damages an’ keep the damage away from her.
His home sounds wildly different. Not bad. Just different. Hard to imagine right now. “D’you miss it?”
RAZA
