Post by Aldrich Abbott on Aug 6, 2023 14:00:10 GMT -5
[For Regan Lassiter | immediately following One day you will ache the way I ache]
He had drank about half of the bottle of whiskey, which had definitely gotten Aldrich drunk fast. Getting drunk had been his goal, and while he certainly couldn't think straight anymore, he was able to feel content about reaching his goal. At least something that went right for him. He wanted to forget the letter he had just read, and most of all, he wanted to get out of the house that reminded him of Nadine so much. He couldn't sleep in the same bed that had made love in only a few days ago, and he wanted to punch something just thinking about the fact that the last time they had gotten intimate, she had probably already made up her mind to leave him behind. He wasn't mad at witches' magic, but he was mad at Moloch, the creature she had summoned that had taken their baby and now Nadine away from him. He didn't know what made him the most upset. He hadn't even known about the child prior to reading Nadine's letter.
Aldrich had left his house behind with the intention of going to his room in the palace. There he could sleep. There he could be alone. That room wasn't covered in things that reminded him of Nadine. The man tried to come off as sober when he crossed soldiers that were on duty, hoping they would leave him alone. He felt like throwing hands and it would reflect poorly on him if he beat up a guard.
Eventually he reached his door, but he hesitated. Regan was back in Nevermere. He didn't really want to be alone, but there was nobody he could go to. Except Regan. Aldrich couldn't care less about the minor fight they had had when she had come to his office. He didn't care whether she was seeing Woodwick or not or that she didn't consider him a friend. He needed to see her. So the lieutenant walked past his own door until he reached hers.
He knocked rapidly, unaware of the fact that it was way past midnight and that someone knocking on her door could startle her. Thinking clearly wasn't on the table anymore. And lucky for him, he was too drunk to realise that he had been the same amount of drunk when he had serenaded Nadine from the street, begging her to let him in. If he had, it would have broken his heart even more. "Regan", he whispered, but it was a sharp, somewhat loud whisper. "Regan, let me in."
He had drank about half of the bottle of whiskey, which had definitely gotten Aldrich drunk fast. Getting drunk had been his goal, and while he certainly couldn't think straight anymore, he was able to feel content about reaching his goal. At least something that went right for him. He wanted to forget the letter he had just read, and most of all, he wanted to get out of the house that reminded him of Nadine so much. He couldn't sleep in the same bed that had made love in only a few days ago, and he wanted to punch something just thinking about the fact that the last time they had gotten intimate, she had probably already made up her mind to leave him behind. He wasn't mad at witches' magic, but he was mad at Moloch, the creature she had summoned that had taken their baby and now Nadine away from him. He didn't know what made him the most upset. He hadn't even known about the child prior to reading Nadine's letter.
Aldrich had left his house behind with the intention of going to his room in the palace. There he could sleep. There he could be alone. That room wasn't covered in things that reminded him of Nadine. The man tried to come off as sober when he crossed soldiers that were on duty, hoping they would leave him alone. He felt like throwing hands and it would reflect poorly on him if he beat up a guard.
Eventually he reached his door, but he hesitated. Regan was back in Nevermere. He didn't really want to be alone, but there was nobody he could go to. Except Regan. Aldrich couldn't care less about the minor fight they had had when she had come to his office. He didn't care whether she was seeing Woodwick or not or that she didn't consider him a friend. He needed to see her. So the lieutenant walked past his own door until he reached hers.
He knocked rapidly, unaware of the fact that it was way past midnight and that someone knocking on her door could startle her. Thinking clearly wasn't on the table anymore. And lucky for him, he was too drunk to realise that he had been the same amount of drunk when he had serenaded Nadine from the street, begging her to let him in. If he had, it would have broken his heart even more. "Regan", he whispered, but it was a sharp, somewhat loud whisper. "Regan, let me in."