[He's not the only one drowning nightmares and pain in the bar that evening. His nightmares were of his wife and hers were of her husband, or future husband. Despite her dragging her heels on the formal commitment of Them, Remy was her best friend and the love she had for him ran deeper than she's will to admit to herself, not entirely. Hence the amber liquid she keeps nursing heavily.
It's not just his absence that has her in her own darkness, but she still hasn't recovered from the mares. The excruciating experiences of draining her best friend over and over again, but never the same way twice. Sometimes, she hadn't needed to touch him for her vampiric nature to reduce him to a vacant shell of the mutant she loved. And the memories she pulled from him were uniquely torturous.
She still can't pinpoint the moment where she stopped finding her Remy for what comfort they could provide each other from the mares. It bleeds together. And perhaps that's what upsets her the most, to her soul, that she cannot remember their last genuine moment together before whatever happened to him.
And so she's drinking. More than most men could handle, but it's having less of an effect than she'd like. It's the morose song that draws her from her thoughts enough to cant her head in his direction, listening for a few drawled lines before she shifts her gaze to the older man. She empathizes with his tone alone, and there's a large chunk of her that wants to sink into it.
But, when his voice cracks and the mutant understands, she rises and consumes the remainder of her drink in one fluid motion. Then she's there in his space, her hand covering his on the microphone with her gloved one. Her green eyes search his, and she tries to hide her own pains and guilt poorly, with a smile that's not quite as bright as he's seen before. Seems the mares ran her rough too.]
hotel bar
It's not just his absence that has her in her own darkness, but she still hasn't recovered from the mares. The excruciating experiences of draining her best friend over and over again, but never the same way twice. Sometimes, she hadn't needed to touch him for her vampiric nature to reduce him to a vacant shell of the mutant she loved. And the memories she pulled from him were uniquely torturous.
She still can't pinpoint the moment where she stopped finding her Remy for what comfort they could provide each other from the mares. It bleeds together. And perhaps that's what upsets her the most, to her soul, that she cannot remember their last genuine moment together before whatever happened to him.
And so she's drinking. More than most men could handle, but it's having less of an effect than she'd like. It's the morose song that draws her from her thoughts enough to cant her head in his direction, listening for a few drawled lines before she shifts her gaze to the older man. She empathizes with his tone alone, and there's a large chunk of her that wants to sink into it.
But, when his voice cracks and the mutant understands, she rises and consumes the remainder of her drink in one fluid motion. Then she's there in his space, her hand covering his on the microphone with her gloved one. Her green eyes search his, and she tries to hide her own pains and guilt poorly, with a smile that's not quite as bright as he's seen before. Seems the mares ran her rough too.]
You owe me a drink.