you're never going home

[alexkapranos]

Characters: Alex Kapranos & Annie Cartwright
Rating: R for language & drunkenhigh!alex
Time Period: Modern
Location: On top the castle roof
Relative Date: Night-time
Status: Open

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[anniecartwright]

Annie had woken from an already-fitful sleep during which she'd had one awful, fragmented dream after another. If she'd had been in any frame of mind for self-analysis, she'd have said her dreams looked like Dalí paintings and that she needed to start going to sleep before she was exhausted for them to stop. But she wasn't and they probably wouldn't

[alexkapranos]

The woman's words shook him and the bottle slipped carelessly from his hands into an uneventful mess on the ground. "Jesus," he gasped and turned to face her. "Hey. Who's, uh who're you?" He squinted his eyes, challenging them to focus. Well, it was girl, definitely. She seemed concerned, maybe. He hoped he hadn't woken her, but really what other possibility was there. Well, fuck. What if I hit her with a bottle.

[anniecartwright]

"I'm Annie," she said kindly, beckoning him away from the edge and trying to keep herself from being blown over the wall herself. She looked at him hard. From this distance, it was hard to tell if he was drunk or if he'd just been crying, but either way, the way he was swaying so close to the edge worried her. "Come away from there... um, what's your name, love?"

[alexkapranos]

Annie. Annie was a good name. It looked like it might suit her.

Alex squeezed his eyes closed and rubbed his hands along his face in an attempt to wipe away some of his confusion. He wasn't sure how much time had passed before he re-opened them, but he found himself thoughtlessly obeying the girl's request, anyway. "Oh, man, Annie, I'm just I'm really sorry," he said as he stumbled off the ledge back to the safety of flat ground. "It's not like... what it seems or anything." He tripped over himself again and found it easier to give in and sit down rather than fight to stand.