saeiqas·.
‘ NONSENSE , ja’far ! why are you even WORRYING about work , it’s mahrajan . begin your needless worrying tomorrow . ’ the wine is brought once again to his lips , thick sultry taste rolling down his tongue , SATIATING his need to forget , ebbing away at the perpetual GUILT at his bloods stained hands . ‘ come now , have a DRINK with me , won’t you ? ’
he stares impassively at the wine that stains lips red , trying to ignore the pungent smell that makes his stomach twist. ❝ it is tomorrow , sin ❞ for his king to glutton himself in his own vices. what fate lies in wait , oh what fates lies in wait for souls like his own? ❝ i’ll decline , you’ve had my share for the night. ❞ there is no spiritual elevation , it is the liquor mixing with the lithium , neither fo them would know holy if it punched them.