My fault, I'm sober
continued from hereeee, with @mpyanluo
None of this was Yanluo's fault. For many reasons including the fact that Areum is... a behemoth thats COVERED in tattoos and not knowing he's the son of Tohil it could be very confusing as to why he's still just wearing... a t shirt... and ripped jeans? No sweater? no hat? Ears and limbs bracing the cold with ease? It's worth a stare. It's also not the God's fault that Areum forgot his medication at the house this morning and had become panic level aware of that fact about twenty minutes ago. So when he's walking through downtown to get back home and see's Yanluo, it's almost wrong place wrong time. In Areum's unmedicated brain, his thoughts run wild, so wild they don't ever feel like his own, and each nerve he could possibly have is sparking within his skin. At least it feels like it. Thoughts that the sparks can control him and bring him back to his brutal reality life had been so fucking determined to make for Areum. Without a way to suppress them, he struggles to know where his reality is, who he's talking to, who's talking for him. Luckily for Yanluo (and himself because he would get his ass wooped) his medication is wearing off, yes, but he's still got enough ahold of himself to see the genuine confusion on the God's face. The large demi god takes a few steps back, taking a few deep breaths along with them. "My fault, G. I left my meds at home and I'm not feeling too hot. That's my fault." He keeps backing up and repeating the phrase as if to make himself look smaller because of the distance. He doesn't like being this way. It scares him.