002||video; my warden is gone and I am drunk
[If there is a run down dive of a bar/tavern/anything that sells alcohol then Zevran Arainai will find it. And once he finds said dive, he will of course order industrial quantities of the cheapest and nastiest drink available, you know, the ones that are really for stripping off the walls - right now they're probably eating through the stomach lining of one Antivan elf assassin.
Because there are reasons he is drinking. Or reason. Really his whole life could be a good excuse for a long, glorious swandive into alcoholism but he's found other methods. But lose a person you love, a person who made you feel, who provided a balm for all the old wounds only to lose them? That hurts. That more than hurts. That tears open a new wound and with it all the old ones, even the ones that you thought were long since healed, scarred, yes, but at least they were gone.
It's an errant elbow - a sign that something is Not Quite Right with Zevran - that knocks the phone on as he reaches for another bottle of something that burns all the way down, the kind of alcohol that leaves a 'something died in my mouth' aftertaste. But credit where credit is due, he notices the display is on and eyes it, weary, very weary, and he sighs.]
I regr- [his tongue is slow, sluggish] I regrett- [fuck it, too many syllables] I am not at my best. Braska. [There's a candle on the table, burning low so it's swimming in a pool of wax, the flame guttering dangrously. It simply reminds him of seedy taverns and taprooms spread across Thedas and maybe that's why he chose it, felt that tug to anything familiar.]
Almost two months and now it hits, that she is gone. [The bitterness in his tone turns his voice into something sharp, no longer the smooth flirtatious tones those who know him are used to.] They say to never speak ill of the dead, is it wrong to hate her and that damned sense of duty that brought us to this [he waves a hand, knocks the bottle that wobbles dangerously and in his haste to catch it, it ends up on the floor with a crash and more Antivan cursing from Zevran, his attention suitably distracted from the video feed.
Please come walk him home or at least get him drinking something that isn't going to make him see demons in his dreams.]
Because there are reasons he is drinking. Or reason. Really his whole life could be a good excuse for a long, glorious swandive into alcoholism but he's found other methods. But lose a person you love, a person who made you feel, who provided a balm for all the old wounds only to lose them? That hurts. That more than hurts. That tears open a new wound and with it all the old ones, even the ones that you thought were long since healed, scarred, yes, but at least they were gone.
It's an errant elbow - a sign that something is Not Quite Right with Zevran - that knocks the phone on as he reaches for another bottle of something that burns all the way down, the kind of alcohol that leaves a 'something died in my mouth' aftertaste. But credit where credit is due, he notices the display is on and eyes it, weary, very weary, and he sighs.]
I regr- [his tongue is slow, sluggish] I regrett- [fuck it, too many syllables] I am not at my best. Braska. [There's a candle on the table, burning low so it's swimming in a pool of wax, the flame guttering dangrously. It simply reminds him of seedy taverns and taprooms spread across Thedas and maybe that's why he chose it, felt that tug to anything familiar.]
Almost two months and now it hits, that she is gone. [The bitterness in his tone turns his voice into something sharp, no longer the smooth flirtatious tones those who know him are used to.] They say to never speak ill of the dead, is it wrong to hate her and that damned sense of duty that brought us to this [he waves a hand, knocks the bottle that wobbles dangerously and in his haste to catch it, it ends up on the floor with a crash and more Antivan cursing from Zevran, his attention suitably distracted from the video feed.
Please come walk him home or at least get him drinking something that isn't going to make him see demons in his dreams.]