*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Mar 25, 2019 8:06:26 GMT -5
(I know you said it's fine, but I'm still going to apologize for bad posts. I've never had to write out a drunk person, so Anya's just got zero impulse control. I'm sorry if it's a little all over the place.)
Anya, who had gotten bored yet again, had moved so she was sitting upside down in the couch. The position wasn't helping anything, but she found the way the room looked this way was highly amusing. Proof being the small giggles she was producing. At the sound of Seth's voice, she turned her head to look at him. "Oh, it's..." she began, trying to remember where she had left it. She failed. Lifting a hand, she made a gesture the indicated the entire room, "It's somewhere around here. It was too warm in here for it. "What took you so long? You were gone forever!"
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Mar 25, 2019 21:33:56 GMT -5
( Trust me, the Lord has nothing to do with it. xD )
"Of course I would," Seth replied with an evil smirk. "I'm a bad person, remember?" He wondered if, in her drunken state, she would actually believe that about him for once. "And besides, if you don't eat it, this very good food will go to waste. And guess what? The person who taught Cami how to make those delicious treats you're craving so much is the same person who made that soup." Hopefully that would entice her to eat so he could start looking for her shirt. Fot some reason, the longer she sat there topless, the harder it got to keep his eyes on her face.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Mar 25, 2019 22:14:05 GMT -5
(I tried to make her more noble in her actions. XD)
There was a good two minutes where Anya sat and ate in silence. She was getting ready to set the bowl down and declare it time to continue on their quest to Cami's, however, when she rest the spoon inside the bowl, her expression wasn't one of giddy slyness. "I don't feel good," she muttered instead, staring off at the floor. Her stomach had more or less flipped upside down. At least, that's what it felt like to her. She could almost feel the soup she just ate resting at the top of her alcohol filled stomach, refusing to mix with the rest of its contents. Maybe it would go away? Suddenly, the smell of her meal wasn't as appealing.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Mar 26, 2019 9:20:22 GMT -5
(Yes, I believe that is safe to assume, lol.
XD Yes, that it is. One of my favorite songs off their Threat to Survival album, as well as a good theme song to a couple of characters from the Lies of Locke Lamora book series I mentioned. Shinedown is one of my top 10 bands. I'm honored you looked it up, but you also could have saved time and asked me about. xD
I also love how Seth's just panicking.)
"Toilet," Anya confirmed. She sat there, trying to will the feeling away. Even in this state, she didn't want to be sick. Not so much for the embarrassment factor, but because it simply didn't feel great. But sheer will was not going to be enough to settle her stomach. Quickly, she set the bowl down onto the coffee table and stood up. Had she known which way to go, she would have taken off. However, she didn't know even a fraction of the halls in the apartment. She would never be able to stumble her way to the bathroom on her own in time.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Mar 26, 2019 10:30:51 GMT -5
(Haha, well, I'm glad you liked it. You should listen to the rest of that album, as well as their newest one Attention, Attention. I think you might like a couple others from them. If nothing else, listen to Monsters from Attention, Attention. It's not a perfect match, but I think it could relate to Seth a bit.
It's kind of cute because he genuinely has no idea, and he wants to take care of her. A for effort if nothing else. xD)
Anya simply followed. It was a good thing it wasn't too far away either. By the time she sank to the floor by the toilet, her stomach finally had enough. She knelt there, unable to do anything as she rid herself of the alcohol she ingested, along with the soup. It was also a good thing that she really did't have a lot in her system to begin with, so the suffering didn't last too long. But it was there. "Ugh, I'm never drinking again," she muttered in a moment of miserable clarity when the heaving finally stopped.
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Mar 26, 2019 10:52:11 GMT -5
Aye aye, Captain! *salutes* Seth watched warily from his spot in the doorway for a moment, not sure what to do. For the first time since he was a kid, he felt totally helpless. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He'd felt helpless when Stel got hurt on their last mission. Then and now, it was not an emotion he liked feeling. He hadn't been able to help Stel; but he could help Anya.
He crossed the room to crouch behind her, and swept her hair back from her face to hold it at her nape and out of the way. He considered rubbing her back too, but since she was still sans shirt, he opted against that course of action. The hair holding would have to suffice.
Her words made him smile. "Everyone says that the first time they're sick," he told her. "And very few actually stick to that resolution." Himself included, though he had only ever been violently ill from drinking once. That experience was one he would never let happen again.
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Mar 27, 2019 13:02:52 GMT -5
Seth shared her thoughts on the matter and didn't think she'd make it back before passing out. "I'll get you home," he told her, "but I think you should stay here a bit longer. Maybe take a nap. You'll probably feel better after." Although he wasn't sure where he'd put her. He had guest rooms, and they were furnished, but none of the beds had sheets, blankets, or pillows. He never had guests, so he never bothered to get any. His bed was the only one that was sleep worthy.
Guess that's where I'll put her then, he thought. He shifted slightly so he could see her face. "Are you done being sick, or do you think you're ready to try standing?"
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Post by Drizzletail on Mar 27, 2019 21:17:54 GMT -5
"Stitch is a doctor," Matthias informed her. "All he's doing is giving Dallas stitches. That's all. But, because this is a house and not a hospital, he doesn't have all those wonderful concoctions that will numb a limb before being patched up. It's really not that bad, so Stitch must be extra irritated. Trust me, he'll be done in a few minutes just fine."
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Charles laughed and shook his head. "One day, you'll believe me," he said. Then returned to a more serious line of conversation. "Flowers seem like a simple place to start. Or maybe a tree." "Oh, okay," Alexa nodded taking that as answer enough. So maybe it wasn't too bad after all then? She watched Rocky as he continued to sniff everything and hoped he didn't knock anything over and break it. "Thank you for the water as well, and letting me come here." She should feel more uncomfortable in a house full of guys but for some reason, she wasn't. --- Amelia was relieved he gave up on that and turned to flowers and trees. "Those are a good place to start. They can be quite simple or challenging. It just depends on how much detail you want to put into them. Which one would you like to start with?"
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Mar 27, 2019 21:33:06 GMT -5
"Don't mention it," Matthias told her. "Have you figured out where you're going to be staying? There's a couple of motels in town I would be happy to drive you to. I'd offer you a room here, but I doubt you'd be comfortable with that. After all, you hardly know us." Not to mention they don't usually open their house to strangers for reasons being of privacy. What if one of the Pack came back in wolf form? It wouldn't be good for anyone. However, he felt like mentioning that staying here was an option would at least show her some kind of compassion and hospitality to a girl who was in a place she didn't know. "It's your call, though."
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"I think we should hold off on a lot of detail," Charles replied. "The simpler, the better. That way, I won't set myself up for too much failure, and you might be able to fix any mistakes for me. Salvage it to a point that will look decent."
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Mar 27, 2019 21:57:01 GMT -5
Seth nodded and stepped back more. He watched her, with a hint of amusement, as she rolled over, curled up, and fell right to sleep. He stood there a moment watching her, then realized many would probably consider that creepy, and turned away. He left the roon, shutting the door halfway behind him. Then he just syood there for a minute, wondering, Now what?
~time skip~
Anya slept forever. At least, it felt to Seth like forever. He cleaned up, put Anya's shirt and a glass of water on the bedside table closest to her. Then he wandered the house, looking for something to do. He considered his gym, but he'd already worked out that morning. As he headed back toward the kitchen, something he'd talked about with Anya the other day at his waterfall came to mind. He hesitated, then shrugged. It'll be better than doing nothing, he thought.
He slipped back into his room, saw Anya hadn't moved, and smiled slightly. He moved across the room to the other nightstand and opened the deep drawer. Inside were his sketchbooks, pencils, and charcoal. He took them out and flipped through them to find which book he wanted to use. Once he'd picked, he turned to leave, but then decided he'd stay in here. He didn't like drawing outside of this room - he wasn't even sure why - and the bed was more than big enough for him to sit on this side without disturbing Anya.
So he did. He got comfortable, propped the sketchbook on one raised knee, and flipped to a blank page. Then he picked up a pencil and... stared blankly at the page for a good ten minutes, his mind as empty as the page. He couldn't think of a thing to draw. He tapped the edge of the page with his pencil, mouth screwed up unconciously in thought. Damn. This is going to be hardr than I thought.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Mar 27, 2019 22:13:43 GMT -5
Three hours passed before Anya woke. The mixture of sudden magic use and intoxication certain took a toll on her energy levels. One would assume after a nap that long, she would awake refreshed and ready to tackle the problems she had created unwillingly. One would be wrong. As soon as she regained consciousness, she became more than aware of how her head was trying to split apart. She groaned, curling up tighter as if that would ease the ache. It was then she also noticed how parched she was, as well as the less than pleasant taste in her mouth. She thought back to what had happened before she fell asleep. From what she could conjure, she knew she had drank more than she was used to. Or, at least, drank something stronger than she normally did. This was a hangover. She had seen and cared for her brothers after they were foolish enough to drink more than they could handle, but never had she been in their positions. Until now. Why did she ever laugh at them for being this stupid? Was this karma for her amusement, albeit caring in its nature?
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