◈ / devan
[ ◈ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse.
@absolut0g
It had been a while. Too long. He missed Devan. So, he did something he almost couldn’t believe, and went to get drunk. At Sin City. If Devan was ignoring him, he’d go to him. He had a few--more than a few-- drinks before he saw Devan, and when he went up to him, he didn’t really know what he was doing anymore. He almost forgot that he had a black eye and some discoloration around his neck and a slightly fucked up voice from being choked and lifted by his neck. Not to mention he probably also looked exhausted. And he was just drunk. When he caught up to him, he put his hand on his shoulder and spun Devan to face him. “Listen, I need to be honest with you,” he said without even saying hi or anything. “I don’t know why you’re mad at me, but I’m sorry if I hurt you.” Fuck he was dizzy. “Dev, I need you, okay? I’ve done a lot of shit recently and I don’t know how much longer I’ll last without you, okay? I’m honestly scared of what I’m gonna do. So, I’m sorry for whatever I did. Please, just... stop ignoring me.”














