Igniting Sparks

Chapter 7.

Edited by KitWulf: 3-2-2020

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Lucas didn't even look up as Azura entered, sitting on the couch with a half-empty bottle of whiskey and staring into the fireplace that wasn't even burning. She observed him for a moment. He looked defeated and slouched on the cushions. It was clearly not just Rose suffering from the recent breakup.

Azura hesitated a bit. She didn't know what to do. Should she go over to him and console him or just leave quietly? Against her own will, she decided to join him.

She slowly walked towards him and stopped on the side of the couch, where he finally noticed and looked her up and down. He didn't make any remark on how dirty she appeared, with her hair being in a big mess yet again, some dried blood still on her hands, and even some smears on her face. Instead, he remained reticent for a time, then grabbed another whiskey glass, filled it, and offered it to her.

"Rough day?"

"Rough day. You?" She replied while accepting the glass.

"Rough evening." He replied

She sat down next to him and they drank in silence. The liquor burned down her throat every time she took a sip. It felt good for now though.

They sat in silence for half an hour, refilling her glass and his own when needed. Even though there'd been no talking, she took some comfort in the fact that he was here. Feeling bad alone was worse than feeling bad with company. Slowly, the alcohol was taking effect in her system, it gave her a nice buzz and made her feel a little lightheaded. Seeing as Lucas had drunk more, he probably felt the effects as well.

Out of nowhere, he spoke up, his voice hoarse and croaked. "What the hell did you do by the way? You look like crap."

Lucas turned to her. while finishing his half-full glass in one go. He definitely wasn't sober anymore. The whites of his eyes had turned partly red. Either from alcohol or tears, Azura guessed it was probably the former.

"Me? You're not exactly a pretty picture yourself right now." He chuckled at her remark. He knew she was right but still... He was not the one slathered in dirt and whatever else she was covered in.

"In all seriousness Azu. What did you do?"

"Seriousness? We both just drank an insane amount of whiskey and you want to be serious?" She had to hide a small laugh as well. This whole situation was just too ridiculous and alcohol always made her giggly no matter how bad she felt.

"Yeah, I do. Alcohol makes people tell the truth. So, third time, what the hell did you do?"

"Fine... Have it your way." She paused, drank the last bit of whiskey, and placed the glass with a hard bang on the table. "I was going stir-crazy from being inside, so went outside for a walk. Enjoyed it, and then it got bad again and I was contemplating suicide, but didn't and then I ended up back here, and I have no recollection of what happened in between."

"Wow, ok..." He just stared at her and grabbed the bottle. "Need some more then?"

She shook her head, took the bottle from his hands and placed it back on the table. Even though the alcohol was taking more and more effect, she still knew they both had enough. He didn't even resist.

"Your turn. I met Rose outside, what happened between you two?" He snuffed and leaned back into the couch facing straight forward again.

"It just didn't work. There were issues before you came here and after we found you we decided to try again. But alas, here we are. She's an amazing girl but we don't fit. That doesn't mean I don't miss her. I miss her so fucking much already!" He suddenly jerked up and hit the table with his fist. "Fuck! I mess up everything!"