Condensation On the Undersides of Everything I Touch [Closed]

[vissernone]

Who| Eva and Timaeus
What| A tender moment between terrible people.
Where| The Victoria Ascendant
When| Before daybreak after the party.
Warnings/Notes| Alcoholism, mentions of sexual assault.



Eva stares at the wall and lets the bob of the yacht, barely perceptible on a boat this size, lull her into a sense of comfortable, ugly malaise. The alcohol is no longer a chain-link fence she can erect around her mind to keep the memories out; now, it's a blanket in the summer, suffocating, smothering. Her mouth hangs open slightly; her eyes narrow a bit, as if she could follow the lines and angles of the corner of the room into some portal to hell or heaven.

Eventually, being around Sponsors gets to be too much for her. She wipes a hand over her face and leaves a smear of her red blood-makeup down her palm and wrist. She makes a small grunt of dissatisfaction that she's mussed it, but as she's sitting off on her own in the corner, no longer being sociable or charming, no one really seems to pay it any mind. They're all floating around in the background like ghosts, or colorful fish behind blurry, muddy aquarium glass.

She sits back against the couch and rubs her aching forehead with her hand. The room tilts a bit, not moving fast enough to catch up with her brain. Her soaking wet brain, like sponge-cake and rum. She's sure her blood has an alcohol proof at this point.

The party's nearly over, and she rests her head against the back of the couch and slips off to sleep.

Comments

[vissernone]

She squeezes back, holds on like he's the rope to a life raft. "You shouldn't trust me, Timaeus. You shouldn't. I'm not..."

She makes a little sobbing sound that turns into a hiccup. "I love you, guagua."

[neclectus]

"I will trust who I want to, and I choose to trust you because you love me," Timaeus told her hotly, much like a child would. "And I've always known you do."

[vissernone]

"Ugh. I never have any luck telling you what to do." She buries her face in the pillow again. "I'm not keeping you from anything, am I?"

[neclectus]

"No luck whatsoever, and no. I have nowhere else I need to be," he said firmly, wondering if he ought to ask if Eva wanted any help removing some of her sharper pieces of clothing. "In fact, if I stay in here, they might not ask me to help clean up."

[vissernone]

"You make good excuses to care for an old hag." She smiles a bit, then buries her face back in the pillow. "I'm so tired."

[neclectus]

"No excuses," he reassured her, quietly. "I don't need any to care for you, and I never will. You can sleep here- you're very welcome."

[vissernone]

"Alright." She caves into the bed, stroking Timmy's wrist with her fingertips, and closes her eyes.