(the longer he spends here, the more he notices that his darkness enjoys it, and he finds himself less and less anchored, more and more a walking, dancing body rather than an actual person. memory issues, not realizing what he's doing until it's too late, coming to himself with bloodied hands and well, lately? complete fucking apathy. he's so tired of fighting it, it's best to keep it more or less in check, as long as his people are not affected.
but, fuck, he doesn't even remember how did he get there tonight. whateer drug that slid into his hands, they promised it'd be stimulant, so - find him taking it, tilting his head back on the same couch he's been hanging at lately, before puffing his cheeks to complain.)
mirth - tonight is not chill.
but, fuck, he doesn't even remember how did he get there tonight. whateer drug that slid into his hands, they promised it'd be stimulant, so - find him taking it, tilting his head back on the same couch he's been hanging at lately, before puffing his cheeks to complain.)
Come on!! How long until this works!!