Every Little Thing She Does
AW- Drunken revelry
12-21-2019, 04:15 PM
She could hear the stranger shift slightly in the grass after she offered her not quite greeting. The return reply was sweet, a term of endearment. Rhythm managed to smile, but was reminded of the grandchildren she would see soon within Abaven. This easily reminded her of their loss and she felt despair embrace her easily. The reclined woman was quick to offer the liquid up for Rhythm’s enjoyment. She explained the ingredients and Rhythm know the mead would taste good going down.
She was heavily conflicted, she wanted so badly to accept the offer, the scent was divine. The stranger was obviously sloshed already, this stuff was potent. Rhythm wondered how much control she really had over her problems with alcohol. She didn’t have much life left, did she really have to completely avoid the beverage. No one would make her over drink either. The ancient Destruction woman was convincing herself to indulge this once. To forget a little, to remember a little, and maybe get a good night’s sleep before the return to Aabaven with Valentine.
Valentine. Her heart beat quickly at the thought of him finding her with a gourd in her paws. She wasn’t an alcoholic. She was an old woman who was allowed to make her own decisions and take responsibility for her actions. She could enjoy a nice drink in remembrance of Shaye.
”I would like that.” Rhythm finally decided, hesitantly moving forward on silver speckled paws to lay in the grass near the young woman. She didn’t have to get drunk. Tentatively she pawed at the ground to find the location of the gourd. After finding it the old woman took a luxurious sip. She purred happily and sunk into the grass as the warmth slid down her throat and into her belly. She could control her actions.
”My name is Rhythm.” She offered softly her cloudy eyes staring over the horizon. Her chocolate hued ears were pointed in Io’s direction though, her attention obvious. ”Can I ask what you’re forgetting tonight?” She almost asked about remembering, but the way she said it didn’t seem like she wanted to be pressed. Rhythm resisted the urge for a second sip.
She was heavily conflicted, she wanted so badly to accept the offer, the scent was divine. The stranger was obviously sloshed already, this stuff was potent. Rhythm wondered how much control she really had over her problems with alcohol. She didn’t have much life left, did she really have to completely avoid the beverage. No one would make her over drink either. The ancient Destruction woman was convincing herself to indulge this once. To forget a little, to remember a little, and maybe get a good night’s sleep before the return to Aabaven with Valentine.
Valentine. Her heart beat quickly at the thought of him finding her with a gourd in her paws. She wasn’t an alcoholic. She was an old woman who was allowed to make her own decisions and take responsibility for her actions. She could enjoy a nice drink in remembrance of Shaye.
”I would like that.” Rhythm finally decided, hesitantly moving forward on silver speckled paws to lay in the grass near the young woman. She didn’t have to get drunk. Tentatively she pawed at the ground to find the location of the gourd. After finding it the old woman took a luxurious sip. She purred happily and sunk into the grass as the warmth slid down her throat and into her belly. She could control her actions.
”My name is Rhythm.” She offered softly her cloudy eyes staring over the horizon. Her chocolate hued ears were pointed in Io’s direction though, her attention obvious. ”Can I ask what you’re forgetting tonight?” She almost asked about remembering, but the way she said it didn’t seem like she wanted to be pressed. Rhythm resisted the urge for a second sip.
Valentine may enter any of Rhythm's threads