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[Action | Closed] Horticultural therapy
Who: Pt.1 Trahearne and Tannusen > Pt.2 Trahearne and Amberdrake
What: Tannusen oh-so-kindly suggest Trahearne get therapy. Trahearne gets therapy.
Where: Trahearne and Tannusen's apartment > Amberdrake's office
Warnings: Angst
The apartment was dark when Trahearne got home, Tannusen was asleep on the couch and Cookie brushed against his legs with a soft, content "prrb". Trahearne moved through the dark apartment, silent with bare feet and years of practice of slinking around far more dangerous areas than a living room at night. He slipped into the kitchen, moving carefully as he opened cabinets and pulled down a glass and a bottle of wine. Most days he tried not to drink much, if at all. It was irresponsible and a bad habit to get into.
Tonight he didn't want to think much and there was a lot of painful things on his mind. He sat at the small breakfast table and eased the stopper out of the bottle of wine with a faint pop. Tannusen was still asleep. Good. Cookie looked up at him, a dark blob in the dark, his pulsing yellow glow reflecting off her large, amber eyes.
The bottle was empty by the time he got up and shuffled to his room. He swayed as he walked, his bright eyes narrowed to slits. Cookie trailed after him, tail swishing back and forth. She darted forward into the bedroom once he opened the door, dashing to the cat tower to find Brian and curl up with the silver tabby.
Trahearne closed the door behind him and leaned against it a while, waiting for the room to steady itself. Mmm. There was still too much on his mind and a heavy lump in his chest. He pushed himself away from the door and towards the bed. Maybe he could sleep it off...
What: Tannusen oh-so-kindly suggest Trahearne get therapy. Trahearne gets therapy.
Where: Trahearne and Tannusen's apartment > Amberdrake's office
Warnings: Angst
The apartment was dark when Trahearne got home, Tannusen was asleep on the couch and Cookie brushed against his legs with a soft, content "prrb". Trahearne moved through the dark apartment, silent with bare feet and years of practice of slinking around far more dangerous areas than a living room at night. He slipped into the kitchen, moving carefully as he opened cabinets and pulled down a glass and a bottle of wine. Most days he tried not to drink much, if at all. It was irresponsible and a bad habit to get into.
Tonight he didn't want to think much and there was a lot of painful things on his mind. He sat at the small breakfast table and eased the stopper out of the bottle of wine with a faint pop. Tannusen was still asleep. Good. Cookie looked up at him, a dark blob in the dark, his pulsing yellow glow reflecting off her large, amber eyes.
The bottle was empty by the time he got up and shuffled to his room. He swayed as he walked, his bright eyes narrowed to slits. Cookie trailed after him, tail swishing back and forth. She darted forward into the bedroom once he opened the door, dashing to the cat tower to find Brian and curl up with the silver tabby.
Trahearne closed the door behind him and leaned against it a while, waiting for the room to steady itself. Mmm. There was still too much on his mind and a heavy lump in his chest. He pushed himself away from the door and towards the bed. Maybe he could sleep it off...
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"That might be true, yet, hm, it's that this is something I will have to do by myself. I just wonder if it's something I should've known to handle already."