( Beth is rubbing over the freaky glowing thing in her palm with her thumb, staring at it. It's weirdly hypnotic, and she grits her teeth as it flares painfully, before downingng the rest of the shitty booze.
Maybe this is what she deserved for fucking things up for her sisters, a weird fantasy realm quest, some Hero's Journey bullshit.
She sets the drained tankard down, waiting for the barkeep to get her a bottle of something stronger, and turns to rest her back against the bar. The motion is the controlled fluidity that comes with alcohol abuse and being pretty good at hiding it when she's in the mood, and then she stops short. )
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Maybe this is what she deserved for fucking things up for her sisters, a weird fantasy realm quest, some Hero's Journey bullshit.
She sets the drained tankard down, waiting for the barkeep to get her a bottle of something stronger, and turns to rest her back against the bar. The motion is the controlled fluidity that comes with alcohol abuse and being pretty good at hiding it when she's in the mood, and then she stops short. )
No.
( No. No fucking ways. Cosima can't be here. )