12-26-2016, 05:24 PM
Bored. Fecking bored. That's all he is anymore since the Reckoning stole from him that which he doesn't believe was Hers to steal. Being forcefully thrown into alcoholics anonymous had been a thoroughly painful experience. The cold sweats, the hot sweats, gut twists, head throbs. Ugh, that last was the worst. The headaches had finally subsided after what felt like forever. Thank the bluidy gods. Though the cravings never cease. There is still the yawning pit of that which is missing inside him, and it calls for him. Reaching, tugging, pulling. It does result in a small headache now and again, causing him to be often a grumpy man. Whatever he was being punished for was lost on him, and there seemed to be no end in sight.
Being stuck sober had him very antisocial as of late, preferring the trees where he hides not so well, to be bothered by none. That seemed to be more suitable than say, finding a very lovely sunshine and clouds mare who provided good companionship and flirty conversation, only to turn around and become a big blue man. Ugh. Spare him the pain and shame. Not a game Reilly likes to play. First time he'd ever found a man attractive, with his flowy silvery white mane. Nope! Nope, nope, no. Not revisiting those thoughts. Screw that. Or don't, rather. He certainly wouldn't. He much prefers the lush curves and feminine dips, the thick bone to match his own but standing just shorter than he. Perfect. Shame. Oh well, she prefers a male's dangle bits to wear. Moving on.
He lumbers into the light of the autumn day, revealing himself in the meadow for the first time in months. As it turns out, being stuck sober and alone was even more boring. Far more so than drinking solo could be at times. Blue-green gaze scans the great clearing, sweeping over a multitude of colors and shapes. Ah, Beqanna was becoming more colorful again as more and more of her inhabitants seemed to be getting back to normal. Well, let it be time for his. Some kind of company, at the very least. Something to break this dreadful boredom. He snorts into the soft breeze in the air, its fingers toying gently with his white mane, streaked with red. Come on with it then, he'd start singing if he had to.
Being stuck sober had him very antisocial as of late, preferring the trees where he hides not so well, to be bothered by none. That seemed to be more suitable than say, finding a very lovely sunshine and clouds mare who provided good companionship and flirty conversation, only to turn around and become a big blue man. Ugh. Spare him the pain and shame. Not a game Reilly likes to play. First time he'd ever found a man attractive, with his flowy silvery white mane. Nope! Nope, nope, no. Not revisiting those thoughts. Screw that. Or don't, rather. He certainly wouldn't. He much prefers the lush curves and feminine dips, the thick bone to match his own but standing just shorter than he. Perfect. Shame. Oh well, she prefers a male's dangle bits to wear. Moving on.
He lumbers into the light of the autumn day, revealing himself in the meadow for the first time in months. As it turns out, being stuck sober and alone was even more boring. Far more so than drinking solo could be at times. Blue-green gaze scans the great clearing, sweeping over a multitude of colors and shapes. Ah, Beqanna was becoming more colorful again as more and more of her inhabitants seemed to be getting back to normal. Well, let it be time for his. Some kind of company, at the very least. Something to break this dreadful boredom. He snorts into the soft breeze in the air, its fingers toying gently with his white mane, streaked with red. Come on with it then, he'd start singing if he had to.
