|Acrimonia Black | Wrath (acrimonia) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-10-23 16:05:00
|Entry tags:||sloth, wrath|
WHO: Wrath and Sloth
WHAT: Getting drunk and being sins
WHEN: While the saints and angels are being rescuey but nighttimes.
WHERE: Their home and then likely Patience' grave
WARNINGS: Sins. Language, alcoholism, maybe drugs. The usual.
If Wrath had to name the sibling she was closest to, it would be Sloth every time. Sure it would take a lot to get her to admit it, but it remained the case despite that. He was, perhaps, the sin who most understood how very much she loathed herself. Living with him was easy, whereas Wrath was fairly sure if she lived with anyone else, even George at the moment, she would end up screaming at them and ripping their head off.
When he expressed concern in his own way, Wrath was more likely to actually admit to feeling shit than she would with anyone else. Usually she became prickly and told people to fuck off, but with Sloth she could show weakness. Her Saint (boyfriend?) was off in Buttfuck Nowhere probably getting shot at by her boss. Because of something she had said. She hated the idea of George getting hurt even though she had thought about hurting him herself on several occasions in the past. Things were different now. He saved her from herself and if he wasn't there she would backslide into that loathsome creature she detested more than anything.
The idea of drinking with Sloth and hearing how he had bested her opposite was something she had jumped at. He could calm her down and distract her. She could get drunk as fuck and forget the world for awhile.
Dressed in jeans and a Star Wars top she had 'borrowed' from George which looked more like a dress on her than a shirt, she stepped out of her bedroom. "SLoth, hurry the fuck up and get me sloshed! Where the fuck even are you?"