— @ofnightcourts // devmir & elias
"I'm not drunk, Elias." He insisted, though he certainly was, and quite early in the day if he were being honest with himself. That wasn't really something Devmir was in the habit of doing lately though. He sighed and looked past his friend, the older and wiser of the two, and at the fae passing by behind them on the street. He was sat outside a little tavern when he'd decided to go inside and have a couple of drinks, it was only a couple he was sure of it. Though his demons wouldn't quiet after the first one, he knew eventually that the voices, the memories, would silence themselves if he consumed enough. "Why are you worried about it anyway?" Had Elias even asked him that or was he imagining that part too?
