#( alternate title: fuck this shit i'm out.mp3 )

[troiamistis]

we men are wretched things.

                                                                      @pyrrhiclegend

this was some celebration-- he hadn’t seen anything so flashy since, well... since he was alive. he was usually too tired for the revelry, newly freed from either war or its aftermath, and even the diplomacy exhausted him, wore thin his conversation and smiles. still, it was necessary, and he’d only retire early to his chambers, nursing his aches and wounds, silencing his ghosts so that he may sleep in peace. luckily the chatter brimming the place was more than loud enough to drown them out tonight.

the fabled prince of troy was perfectly content haunting the loneliest corner of the bar, where the people were few and he could watch the dancing from afar. a few stumbles gave him a chuckle, as he knew he wouldn’t fare any better out there, or rather not at this kind of dancing. smiling evenly, he lifted his glass to take another sip of wine-- only to discover it empty. he whined-- well, now he needed another. maybe he might even feel something eventually. 

posture slumped in defeat and awkwardly dragging a hand over the nape of his neck, he mustered a smile, lifting a hand to beckon the barkeep's attention.

          “hey, can i have another? i don’t think i’m brave enough to dance y--” the words caught in his throat as a shoulder collided with his own, jostling him.

just someone else eager for a drink, he supposed, and he pushed off the bar readying to stand, before peering aside. he’d find some other desolate spot to loiter around in.

          “right, sorry sorry, i’ll get out of the way--” but they were stolen from him, and he froze, thoughts adrift nothing as he was know once more a sight too familiar.

the cold like death had found him again-- just like an old friend.

          “....--ahhh, right, right!” he turned back to the bartender suddenly with a grin, palm up and fingers splayed, “make that five, yeah?”

                                                                     the gods had a cruel sense of humour.