(( cw: alcohol & substance abuse, possible nsfw ))
[ He's drunk. Been drunk for days, at this rate, and making short work of his stash of strange little green candies purchased from Oleuni Square what feels like a lifetime ago now. It quells the whispers, if only slightly. Makes his vision pleasantly soft and fuzzy. His words slower to tumble out, even if it doesn't temper them completely. It dulls the nightmares and the guilt.
None of this is new. But he used to be better at handling it. Now, he simply doesn't care.
Giving in to vice is easy. Easier than ever.
He flirts with the castle staff more than usual, bordering on uncomfortable, not realizing the maids are trying to slip away from him because they don't want to attention, or the serving boys are dodging his stares. Never aggressive, Rhy does get a little too enthusiastic these days. Shameless.
When he slips into one of the baths in the castle that's supposed to be private, away from the main bathing hall, and he finds it already occupied--
Rhy simply lets his towel drop anyway and slips right in alongside Kyle. He offers the bottle of wine he's brought with him, perfectly casual, smiling distractedly. ]
castle thorne.
[ He's drunk. Been drunk for days, at this rate, and making short work of his stash of strange little green candies purchased from Oleuni Square what feels like a lifetime ago now. It quells the whispers, if only slightly. Makes his vision pleasantly soft and fuzzy. His words slower to tumble out, even if it doesn't temper them completely. It dulls the nightmares and the guilt.
None of this is new. But he used to be better at handling it. Now, he simply doesn't care.
Giving in to vice is easy. Easier than ever.
He flirts with the castle staff more than usual, bordering on uncomfortable, not realizing the maids are trying to slip away from him because they don't want to attention, or the serving boys are dodging his stares. Never aggressive, Rhy does get a little too enthusiastic these days. Shameless.
When he slips into one of the baths in the castle that's supposed to be private, away from the main bathing hall, and he finds it already occupied--
Rhy simply lets his towel drop anyway and slips right in alongside Kyle. He offers the bottle of wine he's brought with him, perfectly casual, smiling distractedly. ]
Evening.
Water's nice.
Good view.