oh what tangled webs we weave
Lachlan!
09-27-2020, 05:19 PM
Lachlan made perfect sense to himself, but in reality his drunk mind was all over the place. He truly witnessed a miracle that Tyrian was able to keep up at all. He did mentioned that he liked small, since it was… different? Lachlan sighed softly, it was different. He was barely taller than Aryn, but Lili towered over him. Abby had been taller, and of course.. Lachlan returned his pale blue gaze back to Tyrian’s features as he sat up a bit.
His words were not comforting, but as the other man took another swim and lowered himself back into the sand Lachlan looked out over the beach, to the fire, and the last sober bits of him hoped heavily that she had been escorted hom. Could Aryn take care of herself? She’d been pretty confident when he’d seen her earlier, and Eli had been pretty serious. And without a drink, unlike him. ”Maybe you’re right. I’m not her babysitter.” He looked back to the bottle and took another drink himself.
Before being confronted with Tyrian’s serious expression and concerned words. His mouth hung open a little in surprise as he was put in his place. Aryn held too much of his focus. Maybe Tyrian was a little right, though he had found himself having fun while he played in the ocean with Abby. He blinked back the shock and sat up a little straighter and found his resolve. ”Yeah. She’s fine. Golden.” He nodded, assuring himself while catching a dizzy spell at the same time. Sitting wasn’t much of an option anymore and he clumsily lowered himself onto the sand. ”I don’t wanna waste the whole night.” He echoed Tyrian again as he shook his head, not learning from the first 30 times he made himself dizzy.
His words were not comforting, but as the other man took another swim and lowered himself back into the sand Lachlan looked out over the beach, to the fire, and the last sober bits of him hoped heavily that she had been escorted hom. Could Aryn take care of herself? She’d been pretty confident when he’d seen her earlier, and Eli had been pretty serious. And without a drink, unlike him. ”Maybe you’re right. I’m not her babysitter.” He looked back to the bottle and took another drink himself.
Before being confronted with Tyrian’s serious expression and concerned words. His mouth hung open a little in surprise as he was put in his place. Aryn held too much of his focus. Maybe Tyrian was a little right, though he had found himself having fun while he played in the ocean with Abby. He blinked back the shock and sat up a little straighter and found his resolve. ”Yeah. She’s fine. Golden.” He nodded, assuring himself while catching a dizzy spell at the same time. Sitting wasn’t much of an option anymore and he clumsily lowered himself onto the sand. ”I don’t wanna waste the whole night.” He echoed Tyrian again as he shook his head, not learning from the first 30 times he made himself dizzy.
