Sean Cassidy (
missingthekeep) wrote2009-01-01 12:00 am
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New Year's Day [For Polly]
Happy bloody New Year.
Sean doesn't actually have a watch or anything on him, but the timing seems about right. He ducked out of the party at around half an hour to mignight, unable to stomach much more revelry, and while his ability to judge time might be a little bit skewed at the moment, he's pretty sure it should be close to the big moment. Half an hour is certainly time enough to polish off the bottle of whiskey he'd seen to take with him on his way back through the cold to his hut, and with one long, final swig, he does just that.
Drinking may dull the edge of the pain that's been gnawing at him like it hasn't in months, but there's only so much distraction it can possibly provide. As he leans over in his chair to set the empty bottle down on the floor (he almost just lets it fall, but figures he's not that much of a caricature just yet), he reaches into his pocket with his other hand to pull out the ring that he still doesn't know what to do with.
"Must cut a pretty pathetic figure right now," he mutters, words running together as he turns the ring around in his fingers. "Sorry, acushla. Fer everythin'."
Sean doesn't actually have a watch or anything on him, but the timing seems about right. He ducked out of the party at around half an hour to mignight, unable to stomach much more revelry, and while his ability to judge time might be a little bit skewed at the moment, he's pretty sure it should be close to the big moment. Half an hour is certainly time enough to polish off the bottle of whiskey he'd seen to take with him on his way back through the cold to his hut, and with one long, final swig, he does just that.
Drinking may dull the edge of the pain that's been gnawing at him like it hasn't in months, but there's only so much distraction it can possibly provide. As he leans over in his chair to set the empty bottle down on the floor (he almost just lets it fall, but figures he's not that much of a caricature just yet), he reaches into his pocket with his other hand to pull out the ring that he still doesn't know what to do with.
"Must cut a pretty pathetic figure right now," he mutters, words running together as he turns the ring around in his fingers. "Sorry, acushla. Fer everythin'."
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I don't say anything, and I keep my eyes closed. I'm going to be asleep soon, but I still listen to him breathing, and wonder what's going to happen the next morning.
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Until then, it's just him and the dark.