Published: April 21st 2024, 5:53:20 am
I think I'll take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
If you give A the choice between an alcoholic drink and coffee, they’ll choose the latter every time. They’ll choose the quiet, aesthetic café with sunlight streaming in. The beams bouncing off their face and causing their skin to glisten; they’ll sip the hot beverage and remember the story of Icarus.
A kind of day where it’s just them and their own thoughts, a warm coffee in hand and maybe a time where they’ll go the extra mile and treat themselves. A demigod(dess) with an onus to do something enjoyable for themselves for once, no worries about a duty to uphold, or the need to put on a brave and stern face for anyone.
Those are the moments where A wins. Where they say a cheers to the world and take their small victories.
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Whiskey wouldn’t be their drink of choice at all. Though, comparing A to the beverage wouldn’t go amiss. The tingling, burning sensation you get from the drink isn’t too dissimilar to A’s personality. The harshness of when you first meet them, the rude persona that doesn’t seem to leave quickly. You have to go beneath many layers to find what A is like deep down. And like the liquor, at the end, you feel a spark; a hint of delight that you decided to indulge in the first place.
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The thing is, you’ve survived that version of A. The version where they’re the first sip of whiskey, you’ve gotten to the part where it’s the two of you going to cafes on beautiful dates. To the part where you stay over at their apartment and take in their aesthetic. The mixture of neutral colours and sage green, the large plant in the corner that they never forget to water. The journals neatly stacked on their shelf and the threaded bracelet they make sure to wear, on special occasions especially.
But, with that comes the elements of themselves they haven’t had to share with someone. The latest of nights and the earliest of mornings with a person by their side. It’s all new territory; taking into account an extra being, having someone beside you in bed, the tired bickering that comes before a peaceful sleep.
“I’ll take the left side,” you murmur, pulling back the duvet.
To which A shakes their head. “No, I’ve already claimed the left.”
And alongside all that, there’s the overthinking when A’s mind doesn’t stop its constant racing. The thoughts they try to keep at bay, but when darkness and night is upon them they come to the surface. Their thoughts spiral, ones about their immortality and what that means for the two of you, spanning to the supernatural and human side of their family—the constant rift between them and whether such animosity will ever be solved.
A won’t deny that they put a lot of things on their head, but they can only pray to the Gods and hope that there’s something that takes that pain away when their mind wanders.
Yet, when they glance at you, seeing that you are in fact in a peaceful sleep beside them. The pain lessens significantly.
You're too sweet for me
You're too sweet for me