Tales Of Icarus

-Chapter 8-

    It was a few days into Rurik's stay, and much like they usually do, the two had been talking quite a bit. Nothing out of the ordinary, discussions about work, more reminiscing on the past, normal stuff. Honestly the week had been going great in Lotus' opinion. He'd bandaged his hands for the last time, most of the scratches and bites have scabbed, give for a few he keeps accidentally pick off. But for the most part, he felt a lot better. It felt nice to be able to focus on doing other stuff than work and being paranoid.

   A part of him knows that Rurik has been keeping him busy by occupying any free time with things to do, or talk about. Not that Lotus was complaining. After all, it's been a while since he's genuinely enjoyed life.... The butterflies haven't gotten any better... And I've been lacking on my research.... The two fell on the topic of their new favorite drinks, which kind of surprised Lotus, Rurik hardly drank, but then again, if he did, the other was going to get plastered.

    Rurik always made it a point to stick with the ' occasionally vist' kinda style, addiction and alcoholism ran in the family. But Lotus always appreciated that about him, it was nice to not be the only sober friend at a party. But once again, Lotus smiles as he talks about this whiskey he's had since he moved in two years back. A gift from Mr. Geno. " For the nicest man I've ever met, he's got a pretty good and strong taste in whiskey." Lotus claims, but it is true, the older gentleman had quite a strong taste, "Yeah? Didn't think anyone in that family was big on drinking. Don't they believe in God or something?" Lotus snorts at his friends question, "What? No. Goth's father is a God, remember?" Lotus says, Rurik looks at him for a minute before slapping himself in the face, "Pfft, yeah. Sorry, it's been a while since I've talked to them." Lotus says he understands. "Wanna try some of it? I've only had a little, but from what I remember, it tasted pretty good" there's a bit of silence, before Lotus jumps to say- "No pressure! Of course! I know how you are with alcohol, I don't want you to feel obligated or anything" he says, Rurik brushes it off, " Nah, you're good. I wouldn't mind having a drink or two."

   'Drink or two'... Famous last words. They were half way done with the bottle, and while Lotus had a pretty strong alcohol tolerance, a factor into why he was usually also sober at parties, this had been a pretty strong whiskey. Which he guessed made sense. Geno probably has it made really strong for Death.

   Since Lotus can barely recall the other saying he didn't mind drinking every once in a while. But safe to say, Lotus was fairly drunk, Rurik on the other hand. Man if Lotus was more sober, he'd be recording and enjoying the moment. His friend was absolutely wasted, giggling and talking about Gods know what, all Lotus could focus on was how cute and pretty his friend was. Until he smacked himself mentally, drunk or not, he couldn't risk that again.

   Too caught up in trying to keep his thoughts together, he barely misses his friend that's leaned in closer. Lotus jumps a bit, which makes the other snicker, placing a hand on his shoulder, Rurik's head lands on his chest as another fit of giggles pours out from his wasted friend. Lotus can't help but let out a few himself, it wasn't often he saw the other like this, especially in a real long time.

   All seemed to be going well, that was until they were once again, close to each other, any logical thinking that Lotus could rack up was screaming at him to push his friend away, that them being this close was a really, really, bad idea. But before he could put those plans in action, lips meet his. And for a brief moment, he was back in the older days, where kisses like this were common, and snuck between shows, before leaving each other.... Before.... Before Rurik told him.

  The moment that thought rushed back into his head, did Lotus realize that they shouldn't be doing this. He pulls back, and gently shoves the other away, who looks confused. No. No. You'll just get hurt again. However, as Lotus chases air that managed to leave him he realizes.... Wasn't there that stupid saying.. . Drunk words are sober thoughts?? No. He needed to convince himself that saying didn't include actions.

  They're both drunk, they need to sleep. "'severything ok?" Gods damnit! Even flat out wasted, Rurik still sounds so genuine... "Yeah... Mm, I'm gonna go to bed.. I think you umm.... You should sleep too" he pulls the words together, and wills himself to stand up... Everything iz fuzzy, but he just needs to get to bed... Maybe he's drunk enough to forget all this happened.... He knows the taller sure is... The thought of that makes him sad for some reason...

   Walking into his room, he leans onto it to close the door behind him, and slides down. He shouldn't still love Rurik, he thought three years was plenty of time. It should have been plenty of time. So why did he still have feelings for him? Why, out of all the people he knows, did it have to be Rurik?

  He'd much rather have feelings for a rock than his ex. And what about the rest of the week? It was barely Wednesday. Lotus didn't know what to do, or how to feel. Staring straight ahead, at his desk... One thing was certain. "I have a lot more work to do."