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bloodandflowers) wrote2016-10-11 06:51 pm
bloodandflowers) wrote2016-10-11 06:51 pm
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He doesn't know how much time has passed, only that it's dark again, and the brown bottle he'd magicked from the pub below his rooms is dwindling. Kell throws an arm over his eyes and tries to drift, to stay half asleep where he can't remember why his eyes burn or his chest aches, but the memories of the wedding rise up to claim him all the same.
Just go, Kell, his mind helpfully supplies in Lila's voice, and Kell makes a brief, miserable sound, too worn now to weep anymore. He rolls over and examines his whiskey. After another sleep, he'll have to get more. He takes a gulp of it and puts it down, taking up the ornament Sirius had bought him and nearly been robbed of instead. Kell runs his thumb down its strange edges, holding it loosely as he closes his eyes to chase more oblivion.
Just go, Kell, his mind helpfully supplies in Lila's voice, and Kell makes a brief, miserable sound, too worn now to weep anymore. He rolls over and examines his whiskey. After another sleep, he'll have to get more. He takes a gulp of it and puts it down, taking up the ornament Sirius had bought him and nearly been robbed of instead. Kell runs his thumb down its strange edges, holding it loosely as he closes his eyes to chase more oblivion.