Silent Knight

How long could one drink until he died, Ash wondered. How did he even end up here, propped up on some spot between a bunch of berry briers? If he remembered correctly- and he wasn't so sure he did- he had gotten a little cross faded. It wasn't his first time and it certainly wouldn't be his last, but fuck did these hangovers suck.

Ashmedai turned over on his back, looking at the clear, starry sky. This past year hadn't been entirely shitty. He had reunited with some family members, and the pirate gang was still doing good. It was only bad when he returned here and learned about Sparrow.

But, yeah, that was enough to ruin someone's year.

Still, Ashmedai figured he had to feel thankful about something on a night as beautiful as this one. Sure he was just waking up and, yeah, his head was pounding pretty badly and his mouth was dry and tasted like puke, but not all was unwell in the world. He'd be able to pull out of this slump eventually.

Just... maybe next season.