InsaneJournal

Who: Duke & Amie
What: Duke's trying to get her to come back
When: Wednesday evening/night
Where: Field/forest in Neverland
Warnings/Status: Amie's on drugs, Duke's drunk, harsh words. / in progress.

Priorities. Kirley Duke had never had them. Not until he discovered fame and music, playing the guitar, his Sisters, drugs. They were priorities to him, technically speaking, but they weren't the usual ones. And when they finally flipped from the last adventure, where he was stuck on some island looking for treasure, - when he finally had the chance to see Amie in person, he went for a birthday party instead. It was the piss that his birthday, which should have been a rockstar extravaganza, was blown off in some pirate port.

The days hadn't been wasted, though, only they were spent being wasted. Rum, rum, and more rum. Amie went back to being quiet. She'd gone silent during his drunken splurge; in fact, she hadn't said a thing (that he saw) since the last time they spoke. It was easier to forget when he was celebrating, even if the celebrations were mostly spent imagining, through a haze, what a real good birthday party was or used to be at home. Or what it might have even been, given better circumstances.

At some point he sobered up enough to wonder where the people he knew were - not the dirty pirates he'd apparently befriended in the meantime. His mind came to Amie and he pictured her with stones. Lost at sea. Washed up on shore. Never to be found.

He was walking. The sand wasn't as resistant with the new round of rum in him, a quarter-finished bottle in hand, not the first drink of the night, but a good present to take. By the time Duke found her, after looking through random wigwams (that he called tents) and asking the mermaids, he'd mostly forgotten why he was walking around in the first place. And the rum was substantially lower.

"Amie…" He came into view slowly. He was scared she might run, relieved that he found her, nervous because her face said she was as lost as her words. Duke wasn't a father and he didn't know how the fuck to be one but he figured the choice wasn't much of one anymore. Not unless he wanted to prove that he was a selfish failure that allowed her to disappear, in any manner. It was more than that, of course. He cared for her like he didn't care for his friends, or lovers, but she was kind of his friend in some ways. It was complicated, honestly. And she wasn't his but he considered her to be - a daughter that only called him Duke.