Not What You’d Think

Azzurra pushing her way past did little to his own stance while he was leaned up against the door. With his head spinning his eyes had closed as he tried to regain any sort of physical composer that he could. It didn't help much.

With his own cheeks stained from the tears he had actually never showed, his drunken state wouldn't even keep the whole scene in his memory, both of them cry screaming at each other and Azzurra really just needing him to understand or at least just listen to her. But he never would. He wouldn't know just how much he had destroyed this unusual and strong relationship with his sister. He could know that it wasn't only her that caused the problems. He knew what she said was true about him, but he'd never understand why she slept with someone else.

He didn't stop as she stormed off and turned back to shout at him, his paws coming to the edge of the porch as he took a moment to watch her walk away. "I'm not fucking staying here!" He shouted back in mumbled and slurred tones probably inaudible from the distance they were away. His paws took him off the porch and away from the bungalow, finding balance in every step he took over the sand but everything was still moving all around him. He had made it to the shore, looking back and forth down the moonlit water break. The raft was no where to be seen, it had drifted out to sea. "Fuck!" He'd have to cross the ferry, or he'd be stuck back on the island all night. At least he was smarter than to try swimming to the mainland in his condition.

"Azzurra & Balthier"