Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
This time her smile was softer and full of understanding. "Yeah." She paused and the remaining alcohol in her system encouraged her to continue. "I did it for them, you know. This." She gestured at thr Mark and all it entailed. Julian knew, and Tristan. She'd told Healers and Aurors. Mils knew, or likely suspected. "My little brother was killed before I took it." She lapsed into silence, her gut panging hard at the thought of Perseus, even after all this time. She took a deep, shaky breath, hoping she wouldn't throw up again.
She listened, eyes watching his face. Her lips twitched though not in amusement as she saw realization sweep over him. It was a deep understanding, and a realization she'd made long ago yet still kept fucking up with. "It quiets my nightmares," she told him as he processed his thoughts. "Makes me stop thinking, if I have enough." She knew perfectly well it was self medication. That didn't stop her from sliding into it even when she didn't want to though. "But it's not controllable. That's the point sometimes."