Ilse had been very pleased when she first spotted Moritz dawdling on the bridge and, hoping to find some company, had approached him with a smile on her face. However, her happiness had quickly turned to concern when she noticed the look on his face. She thought for a moment of turning back- he seemed to be in such an awful mood. However, Ilse quickly berated herself- this was her friend, and if he was upset she should be there to comfort him.
She made her way onto the bridge and to his side, although he barely seemed to notice she was there. “Moritz? What’s wrong?”
Moritz had been leaning rather fall over the railing, staring intently at the water, the reflection in the water-- he was barely able to see himself in the night. And when Ilse came up upon him, he jumped back-- luckily in the opposite direction of the railing so that he didn't fall in.
"Oh...it's just you Ilse." He stated-- rubbing his eyes quickly, not wanting the other to see him being so weak.
"What ever are you doing out here, Ilse...?" Moritz questioned, not wanting to have the focus on him.
Ilse saw him rub his eyes hurridly, realizing with a pang he must have been crying. She wasn't sure if she should ask him what was wrong- well, perhaps not. He seemed a bit too distraught to talk about his worries properly.
"Wandering. I was thinking of heading into town, but you look like you could use some company." Ilse leaned against the railing of the bridge. "What brings you out here, Moritz? It's getting rather late..."
Moritz wasn't yet sure whether he was happy to have the other's company. However he didn't want to be rude to her either-- Ilse really was his friend, though in times of distress, he would choose Melchior-- but just because he was more used to Melchior.
"Father found out I failed the Latin test...I left in order to go to Melchior's...but he isn't home." He murmured heavily, eyes drifting back to the water rushing beneath the bridge.
He stared warily at the wine bottle-- fearing it as if it were an animate object. However, after a few long seconds, he finally reached out and grasped the bottle.
Moritz glanced quickly up to Ilse, who looked encouraging, and with a deep breath, he lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a small sip.
It was disgusting and bitter to his tongue and he almost spit it back out, but instead struggled to swallow it.
"H-How do you drink that, Ilse...?" He coughed out as he tried to clear his throat and mouth of the offending liquid.
Moritz stared for what felt to be a long time at the wine bottle. He had heard that it helps to make you forget things-- and that was something Moritz wanted desperately now.
With a deep breath, he reached out and took the bottle, screwing his eyes shut tight before he took a deep sip. It was still very bitter, but he was getting more used to it, he felt, by the second.
Another breath. Another sip of wine.
He coughed a little, but it was starting to taste a bit better...
Ilse laughed along with Moritz, taking a small sip of the wine. She was fairly certain he was kidding- but, a small part of her said, even if he had been serious, at least he was over it now.
"We should swim in the river!" Ilse giggled, drinking a bit more the wine.
"If we drown, at least we'll drown happy!" Moritz entered in, smiling like a fool even at the morbid thought as he took the wine back from Ilse and another deep sip passed through his lips.
He was starting to feel pleasantly drunk, his mind foggy, but he wasn't questioning anything. Everything just felt good right now...
"Hey, Ilse...would you like to know a secret...?" Moritz whispered, though to him, it may have been a whisper, but it was more of him talking normal, only a bit breathless. There was an oddly confident smile on his face, hoping Ilse would want to know.
Moritz chuckled, amused by himself and feeling strangely confident. He took another small sip of win before he leaned forward and "whispered", "You remember the other night...when I went star-gazing with Melchior?"
The male bit down on his bottom lip, his expression extremely pleased with himself before he whispered quickly and excited, "He kissed me! An--And not just once...for a while actually...and that wasn't the first time. But the--the first it was kind of an accident. Oh, Ilse!" A slight blush rose to Moritz's cheeks, a mixture of the alcohol and the memory of the other night.
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She made her way onto the bridge and to his side, although he barely seemed to notice she was there. “Moritz? What’s wrong?”
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"Oh...it's just you Ilse." He stated-- rubbing his eyes quickly, not wanting the other to see him being so weak.
"What ever are you doing out here, Ilse...?" Moritz questioned, not wanting to have the focus on him.
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"Wandering. I was thinking of heading into town, but you look like you could use some company." Ilse leaned against the railing of the bridge. "What brings you out here, Moritz? It's getting rather late..."
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"Father found out I failed the Latin test...I left in order to go to Melchior's...but he isn't home." He murmured heavily, eyes drifting back to the water rushing beneath the bridge.
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Moritz glanced quickly up to Ilse, who looked encouraging, and with a deep breath, he lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a small sip.
It was disgusting and bitter to his tongue and he almost spit it back out, but instead struggled to swallow it.
"H-How do you drink that, Ilse...?" He coughed out as he tried to clear his throat and mouth of the offending liquid.
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Moritz looked somewhat disgusted. Ilse laughed again.
"The more you drink the better it gets!" She said jokingly.
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With a deep breath, he reached out and took the bottle, screwing his eyes shut tight before he took a deep sip. It was still very bitter, but he was getting more used to it, he felt, by the second.
Another breath. Another sip of wine.
He coughed a little, but it was starting to taste a bit better...
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"We should swim in the river!" Ilse giggled, drinking a bit more the wine.
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He was starting to feel pleasantly drunk, his mind foggy, but he wasn't questioning anything. Everything just felt good right now...
"Hey, Ilse...would you like to know a secret...?" Moritz whispered, though to him, it may have been a whisper, but it was more of him talking normal, only a bit breathless. There was an oddly confident smile on his face, hoping Ilse would want to know.
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The male bit down on his bottom lip, his expression extremely pleased with himself before he whispered quickly and excited, "He kissed me! An--And not just once...for a while actually...and that wasn't the first time. But the--the first it was kind of an accident. Oh, Ilse!" A slight blush rose to Moritz's cheeks, a mixture of the alcohol and the memory of the other night.
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