In desperate need of a drink (OTA, Tag Draco)
Kit had been subsumed with work--and writing--as per usual, but when he finally lifted his head from his labors, he realized autumn truly was upon them and he...needed to get out more. The fact that the play he was working on wasn't going anywhere fast, and, four hundred years lapsed or not, he desperately wanted to ask Will about a certain meter of a line and if it captured just what he needed it to so had nothing to do with anything.
Whatever the reason, he shrugged into his coat against the chill, and moved out. He missed his friend. He missed his husband. And time seemed to be doing nothing about either. Hell, he even missed Lucifer Morningstar, and cursed softly to himself at that revelation.
He had heard news of Lancelot and Morgana's marriage. Perhaps that was it. Murchaud's parents wedding made him think of their own (bloody and ritualized as it had been) and the life he'd been given back to live and cleave himself unto him.
All that was gone, now. It had been for near on eight years.
It felt like yesterday.
Perhaps that was what came of too much time alone.
He remembered a promise he had made, though, and sent a message to Draco, hopeful that the young man might be free. Either way, he set out, swinging by one club, then another, before finally setting on In and Out. Gods, how much easier life might have been if such a place had been around when he was young.
He settled himself on the Out side, at a table where he could watch, and got a glass of very fine whiskey to keep him company until something a little warmer came along.
[ooc: ...Someone got v. loud after I saw Anonymous. Someone come and distract him so my head will stop spinning? ;-)]
Whatever the reason, he shrugged into his coat against the chill, and moved out. He missed his friend. He missed his husband. And time seemed to be doing nothing about either. Hell, he even missed Lucifer Morningstar, and cursed softly to himself at that revelation.
He had heard news of Lancelot and Morgana's marriage. Perhaps that was it. Murchaud's parents wedding made him think of their own (bloody and ritualized as it had been) and the life he'd been given back to live and cleave himself unto him.
All that was gone, now. It had been for near on eight years.
It felt like yesterday.
Perhaps that was what came of too much time alone.
He remembered a promise he had made, though, and sent a message to Draco, hopeful that the young man might be free. Either way, he set out, swinging by one club, then another, before finally setting on In and Out. Gods, how much easier life might have been if such a place had been around when he was young.
He settled himself on the Out side, at a table where he could watch, and got a glass of very fine whiskey to keep him company until something a little warmer came along.
[ooc: ...Someone got v. loud after I saw Anonymous. Someone come and distract him so my head will stop spinning? ;-)]