super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (gripes) wrote in emillion, |
When you're ready. Lavitz paused at that, pondering on the words to follow. Virgo wasn't much of a productive month anymore, not with the upcoming anniversary, but was he ever alright in the aftermath of it? Autumn brought with it other anniversaries of things he wished he could let go of, but couldn't. (Or wouldn't.) And what constituted as 'ready' to begin with? Evidently, he'd find out.
"Will do." He sighed. "But I could use another drink now, if you feel like coming with."