;;piece by piece
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drinking wasn’t really her thing; at least it hadn’t been. right now she wasn’t above the help in quieting down her head on the strange everything that was around her. the more she thought about all of the things happening that she didn’t understand, the more that she wanted to find some sort of reprieve from it all, a break, a silence, a numbing-over of her thoughts and dulling to the sensitivity she felt through her senses. everything felt abrasive, every light, every sound no matter how quiet felt like it was right in her ear, her skin hurt from even the fabric against her skin; it just felt wrong, like she was in a body that didn’t belong to her anymore and all she wanted was the silence of being outside of it all together. she leaned into the counter with the can of coke after she opened it, only to pour the whiskey into the two small glasses and slide one of them to him.
“feeling too little or feeling too much…” she mutters, an aimless musing really because she knew it was a thin line, too much and too little. feeling too much confusion, too little of who she was, who he was too because she understood that he was lacking a part of himself that had always been there, she was lacking the last three years of the word, the sound of the can being cracked open made her eyes wince and then it was ‘too little’ again and she didn’t have the energy to stand in here at the counter. “it never happened so neither of us will talk about it. do you need me to hide your phone so you don’t dial anyone? because you should probably hide mine.” allison informs him, a small smile on her lips as she just left it sitting on the kitchen counter, before her glass clinked into his and she brought hers to her lips to knock it back. allison heard enough to know not to let it touch her tongue but it did at the back and she winced slightly over the burn, setting the glass back to the counter and clearing her throat of the discomfort. she wasn’t a drinker in the slightest, hadn’t been, so naturally she brought her can of coke to her lips for a chaser.
derek suggested the movement and she nodded, grabbing both her glass and the can of coke that was hers and moving with them to the living room to place just the soda down on the coffee table, amber eyes turning to look at him. “yeah sure.” music to drown out over-thinking. allison moved to sit down, having initially thought for the couch but instead she sunk down to sit on the floor in front of it and leaned her back into it instead, grabbing the bottle from the coffee table to refill both of their glasses. “so…this isn’t bad though…” allison gestured at the room. “for a place you didn’t even pick it’s pretty you.” or… “at least what i’d imagine. like that warehouse of yours was smashed into your family’s place, minus the kate-effect.” minus the char. allison left her words at that; she wasn’t here to dredge ugly things up. she picked up her glass again to take a more controlled drink of it, only sipping for now because by the light heaviness in her head she knew she’d knocked the first glass back too quickly.
this was most likely a first for the both of them, definitely for him. though he wasn’t just drinking to enjoy the taste of it, he wanted to just feel anything but the emptiness inside of him, wanted to feel something else. he knew alcohol could numb all senses make you feel happier or really down depending on your own mood, but with allison here, and the music he was picking out, they were hopefully in for a good night.
hearing her words, hazel hue turns to amber, before he was sloshing the liquid around in the glass she slid over to him. “here’s hoping this stuff will help out with that.” he says giving her a gentle smile. derek would never compare himself to how allison was feeling. to be quite honest her feelings on all of this, were probably the most important ones, because she had so much to sift through. he actually didn’t mind her being here, because in some sense they both knew how the other was feeling with all of this. he might not have died, but it felt like a part of him did, and that part was a big chunk of who derek was, and now it was gone. just like allison’s life, coming back to life, watching how the world carried on without her. he’d never understand the extent of what she was going through, or relate because losing apart of yourself and being brought back from the dead, were two completely different situations. he was smiling listening to her words, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. “i actually don’t have a cell phone. never needed one.” he tells her, looking down at her phone, before looking back up at her. “want me to actually hide it though?” he asks, before he was knocking back the drink with her the burn in his throat making him cough a bit, shaking his head at himself, for even attempting that.
he was nodding his head, as he crouches in front of his stereo system, c.d’s already in there from what he liked to listen to, and he put on incubus’ c.d and pushed play, before he was seeing where allison situated herself and decided to do the same, not really wanting to get too comfortable on the couch, and not really willing to sit on it just yet. he took the glass she had refilled thanking her for it, before hazel hue looked around the place, listening to her words and nodding his head. “no, this is pretty much me. not so burnt up, and little less space. exactly how i wanted a home to be.” he tells her, giving her a soft smile, letting her know he was fine with the topic at hand. “alcohol is really strong.” he mutters out as he takes another sip of his drink. he wasn’t drunk, not yet. just pointing out a fact he didn’t know.









