( @atlantisied ) ; rue + osiris !
𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒍𝒚 , 𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 . . . bottle of vodka to her lips. though she’s downed a good bit of it over time , it still feels heavy in her exhausted arms like every sip drains her of more and more energy ( and it does ). she slumps against a tree in alderwood cemetery , her eyes following a figure in the distance. she doesn’t know what he’s doing , and half believes she’s imagining it altogether. rue presses a hand into damp grass, adjusting her posture as she prepares to call to him , “hey! shadow guy!” liquid splashes audibly from the inside of the bottle as she waves it in the air. “want a drink?”









