Make Me Choose: "A lifetime of the slow death of whiskey, or a lifetime of never having known its taste in the first place?"
[ When a prompt answer in chat turns into an impromptu RP session with @safrona-shadowsun <3 ]
Renwyck raised his glass to Safrona. “As if that’s even a question…” he said with a smirk before downing his entire drink in one shot.
“…you’re hopeless,” the Void Elf informed with her little laugh, stealing the bottle of Bourbon for herself.
"And you loved me. What’s that say about you?”
The elf blinked lazily on him, half a bottle of their favorite sin relaxing her, freeing from her easy, breathy chuckles. “Mmn. Probably that…I was crazy. But…that is love, yes? Madness.”
“Probably still insane. If…not more now.” A sigh, then another hum of a laugh.
He tilted his head to the side, curious as to her meaning, but not bold enough to pry. Offering her a warm smile, he lifted his now empty glass up. Gazing through the side, he looked upon her, Safrona’s image rippling and distorting as he rotated the glass with a roll of his wrist. “Then we should all be so lucky to have a little insanity in our lives.”
Head propped up by a tucked hand at the confession table, Safrona kept watching him through her side of the glass as it distorted her image. The smile was a wry curve, though soft in expression. “Certainly makes things…interesting, lovely boy.”