Who:
codename_fire and
count_to_peaceWhat: Two people trying to find some semblance of sanity?
When: Late-ish?/super early morning?, a bit after
this phone call at least
Where: Room 3-23
Warnings: None to begin with, perhaps, updated as it goes. They've been drinking.
[Noin was quiet, sitting on the ground next to the bed they shared, a bottle of bourbon and a mysteriously acquired bottle of sake near them - that is, Zechs and herself.
The sting provided some form of relief against the blur of the mess everything else was trying to be.
A slight sigh, she stared into her not so fancy glass and chuckled faintly at it.
Really, what else next could happen?
Let's see, let's list them, shall we?
Been on the SS Thor just barely over a month now?
Recently impulsively married because of the event that kicked them here, and that event had taken everything away from them - destroyed Earth and Mars.
Oh, let's not forget Noin actually died as a result of her injuries.
Then the SS Sif and...Naina Peacecraft.
Then she was gone.
And now...
She grimaced as she took a rather obnoxiously big swig. The sake was killer, albeit oddly refreshing despite being alcoholic. It was...almost...too alcoholic, but in a good way. Maybe it really was from a God, then. But, hell, considering everything else, gods were the least of her concerns right now.
She looked down at him, his head currently positioned in her lap, her free hand gently resting on his chest, her vision and balance still fairly solid, but she didn't say anything for now. Just...was there for him. Like she would continue to be.]