It’s not even the weekend and it already reeks of strong alcohol in here. Commander sure does know when to let go every now and then. The minute he sees a bottle, the sooner he starts chugging it down, carelessly.
Well, if that wasn’t the rudest thing to come outta your mouth all week, I don’t know what is.
Look. I’m working on it. You can’t just quit an addiction like that. Lay off me.
[I love you. Please know that. I’m watching over you and I care for you all]
…No, was that…?
…It had to be. There was no mistaking that voice. Like a punch to the gut, it’d rippled through him. Who else would it be?
Tired eyes gazed up from an unmade bed, out the large window, and up to the stars on the remarkably clear night. Picking out the brightest, the officer pored over it, a little lost in thought, but projecting them all the same.
…I’ll keep fighting for you, buddy. We’ll be ready for you when you make that grand entrance. You’ve got too many people down here to just go like that, with no fanfare seeing you out. I know that’s you up there, somewhere out in the multiverse we share amongst countless zones…and I know you. You’re too tough to let it go, either.
See you on the flipside, Hero.
It was the first time in a long time that Opiate actually refused to be touched. He felt small, trapped, almost humiliated. He’d put so much time in thinking about the questions, about the way this person had just upped and left with seemingly no reason to leave everything wounded that he’d never thought, not even for a second, that it had been involuntary. That Hark had probably not wanted to leave after all.
This was his mistake. A mistake that he felt was unredeemable.
He pulled away, stood, and walked. Walked out of the room, closing the door behind him to make it clear that he didn’t want to be followed. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do. All he knew was that he felt angry and sad. Sad because the moment he’d discovered he had more family, it was torn away from him. Angry because he accused wrongly that same family member.
He needed time to himself.
The malaise with which Opiate exited the room was intense, near-enough to knock Commander off his feet as he subtly reached a hand out - no, there would be no reaching that boy. Not right now. Especially not after the door closed, leaving Bones and Commander shut into the same room. No, there would be no following him now, and so the stressed-out father let out a sigh. He’d deal with Opiate later. With an uneasy glance over at Bones, Commander folded his hands behind his back, rocking on his heels slightly.
"…Gosh, kid, I’m sorry about all that. I didn’t know…I didn’t know it was bothering Opi’ so much. I’m sorry you had to see that…
I’ll check on him later. He needs time to cool off. I’ve just singlehandedly thrown what he believed upside down, right in front of him - so it’s not that much of a surprise.
Are you alright, Bones? Do you need anything? I can stay here to talk, or I can go - your call. Just know that…it’s gonna be alright, okay?”
Welp, breakfast is done with and I’ve made a speedy escape to my office. No signs that I’m needed right now, whether by Opi’ or Miles or anyone in between, so now I have time just to take a breather.
After I’d eaten, I was washing up and getting rid of the leftovers I’d taken out from the back of the cooler that had to go, something weird hit me. It was almost like a voice, a familiar sort of niggling sensation. Very needy, too, like…it was reaching out. Wanting. Not just needing, but wanting. Am I just hearing things? Who knows. It felt a little too familiar to be a figment of my imagination, though.
I wish I knew just what was going on, lately. The weird dreams, the agitation…it’s not coming together like I need it to and it’s pissing me way the fuck off.
Where’s Hark when you need him…?
you got drunk so the spider king curse should activate now shouldnt it?
W-What…? Oh, not you again.
I’m too tired to deal with this spider bullshit. Besides, I’ve already made my breakfast, and I’d like to enjoy it. Organic three-egg omelette with a dash of salt and pepper, bits of sausage thrown in for good measure, with a smattering of cheese. Because who doesn’t like cheese? And to go with it, I’ve got a nice tall mug of coffee.
[stabs omelette aggressively]
…That was pretty goddamn embarrassing. After having too much to drink last night, I woke up this morning under a table in the bar we have in the tower…so now I’m showered, I’m clean, and I’ve washed my cloak. I don’t know why I brought it down there with me…I guess I just wanted something warm.
I don’t know. I really don’t.
All I know is that I’m impressively tired and I’ve got the unkind taste of turpentine on my tongue, so I’m gonna go see if I can muster the juice to go make an omelette before Miles gets up.
I can only hope I didn’t do anything stupid last night, besides the whole ‘get drunk off my ass’…
I'm so drunk
Miles please don't kill me, didn't get into a fight this time
(if I had it would have been Sleetvane, you know how he gets)
I don't know what's wrong with me lately, been all over the board
scared not scared, just have too much on my mind? I don't know
It's too quiet
"Yeah….’unno wh’s….ong with ‘m…..came in…strongest drink I cou…’ind ‘em."
"He’s….’cting weird lately…’in we should get ‘m….psychiatrist?"
well ye it’s like, the neatest i’ve ever seen anyone write that i can read and it looks super cute as well! like wow man it’s real great that you can write with your dominant hand better now <33333
you should write then everyone can see your super cute writing uwu
damn commander has beautiful handwriting holy shit
That means a lot to hear, kiddo. Means my coordination’s top notch now! Fun fact, I’m right handed. You have any idea how hard it was to write all those years with a not-very-sensitive robotic hand? There’s a reason I didn’t write often.
It’s good to be back!
✍ (IM SORRY BUT PRETTY HANDWRITING MAN)