Heart Turned to Ash

It had been a while since Ash had really felt like getting drunk. His life had changed for the better when he had Talon and Sparrow and he was glad for it. He didn't, however, expect the news of Angelus's death. He was fine- happy even- to have people in his life fuck off and live and die out of sight. He liked to imagine that they were off somewhere, aging well past their given years and living like bastards- not rotting in the ground somewhere with worms crawling all through their bones.

The whole idea pissed him off more that it should. He wasn't scared of his own motality- he never had been- but the idea of others that he loved dying... his older brother even. If he was honest with himself, he was sad and scared even, but Ashmedai was rarely honest with himself. So like with everything, he buried his true feelings deep down and let the anger rise and take over.

Ashmedai had left and went to the orchard as he always did when he was upset. He dug into the stashes of alcohol and drank until he was silly, passed out, woke up, washed himself off and drank some more until his head and heart stopped pounding so loud. His vision lagged behind his movements, but he was able to walk fine. He wanted to either fuck or fuck up someone. He just wasn't sure which or who.