Immortal || Kit & James
@detmason
Nights were the hardest for Kit. During the day, presenting an easy smile and pretending to be okay was routine. No one could tell that he was breaking because there were just too many people in the world also falling apart in sync. Everything was a matter of life and death and while the sun showed its bright and welcoming smile, Kit offered one of his own. He was a dutiful lover of the beautiful celestial body in the sky. The temptress that was her lover, the moon, curled her skillful fingers around him once the love of her life crested over the horizon. Kit became a slave to her darkness, her whim. He drank until his body felt years away and out of reach. Nothing could hurt him when his eyes were hooded and covered in black.
The bourbon that night had entered just the right places in his susceptible mind. He felt brazen, bold and unbinding. What should’ve been so positive in theory only played itself out in actuality as a terrible bar fight. Kit wasn’t one for getting roughed up, but there was a regular much like himself that he nor Bert, his favorite bartender, cared for. One thing led to another and he was forcing the man on the ground with forceful hands on a shaky neck. Who knows how far he would’ve gone if Bert hadn’t tossed him off and then pushed him out into the January winter. A grumble thundered through his chest as he rubbed at his head. Had he hit it on the way down? He couldn’t recall, mostly because the thought was ripped away from him when he found his feet lifting off of the ground for a moment in something like a tackle. He couldn’t even get his bearings because there was some sort of shouting and his assailant was already rolling to get up and continue whatever gait he’d had before Kit’s body had interrupted his line of direction.
