dead_black_eyes: "Ange et Demon" (Personne ne sait ce que vraiment je suis)
dead_black_eyes ([personal profile] dead_black_eyes) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol 2015-03-31 08:07 pm (UTC)

Had Linden known that Jason had hit Nill in addition to the Avox, he would have some choice words about and for the man. It might be for the best that he doesn't, that the red mark gets a glance but doesn't appear as vibrant as it might through the forcefield and in the jail's poor lighting. Linden can only shoulder so much scandal and retaliatory violence before he's not just locked in jail, but carted away for a safer and more permanent solution.

Better to cool down. Rewind, reset, recharge. Deep breaths.

"I wanted to do better. I thought I could, for..."

You?

He rakes a hand through his hair again, hating the way he aches for his vices even weeks after quitting, in more ways than just physical discomfort. Their absence means he's looking for other ways to fill the emptiness, ways like Nill's eyes and scent and jotted, gentle words. But she's a person, not a bottle, and if he gets too thirsty, she might withdraw without giving him the option of tapering off.

He's almost touching the forcefield; it's a relief to say things he's had to keep a painful secret for years, but it's also terrifying, and he's not just pale discussing it in a voice so low he's barely breathing, he's practically grey.

"I don't know. I've been trying to find them since I came to the Capitol, they'd be... a matching set. Dark hair, dark eyes, more valuable together because they coordinate. I could try to buy them... but I've had no luck."

Worst case scenario, this gets out and I join them...

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