Alastair Ramsey (walk_in_silence) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-10-25 03:01:00 |
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Current mood: | crushed |
Entry tags: | absinthe, alastair ramsey |
Who: Alastair walk_in_silence and Will [NPC] and then Absinthe lafeeverte
When: Sunday morning, October 24th
Where: Alastair's apartment and then La Fee Verte
What: Consequences of Addiction. Again.
Warnings: Some violence and some swearsies
Alastair hadn't been at work in a week and before then his attendance had been getting more and more sporadic. He tried to tell himself it was because Liam could get on with out him, and that was quite obviously true, but the truest truth was that Alastair was too busy drinking to go into work most days. And when he wasn't drunk, he was busy buying things for Abby or spending time with her. Abby was a full-time job, but one he was most happy to attend to every day.
When he was home, Alastair was always drunk or tired. Or hungover. And when Will entered the kitchen on Sunday morning, he found Alastair slumped over on the table, groaning into a glass of alka-seltzer which he seemed to be trying to drink without lifting it off the table.
How could every single cell in his body be aching. He didn't understand.
Will made a sound of displeasure at the state of his father and he went to the cupboard to find some bread. What he found was an empty cupboard. "Did you forget to go shopping?" Will asked, annoyed.
"Hmm?" Alastair didn't even look up.
"...useless-" Will grumbled. "I'll go next door. Again. You do know part of having me here is...like...feeding me, right? That's a parental thing. Or did you forget since you spent most of my life not parenting."
"Will?" Alastair mumbled into his glass.
"Dear god. It's like talking to a wall. Made of dumbasses. Get your face out of your glass before you drown." Will stepped forward. his hands outstretched to help Alastair, just as Alastair looked up.
All Alastair saw was a dark and blurry shape coming towards him. Panic kickstarted his throbbing brain and even though he was tired and hungover, he jumped to his feet while the shape closed in on him. He grabbed the glass filled with the alka-seltzered water he had so recently been attempting to absorb through thought alone, and he threw it at the threatening shape, hoping to halt the shape's advances.
The glass caught Will painfully in the corner of his eye and he immediately fell backwards, horrified and pained. "What the fuck!?" he screamed at his father who was still backing away from him.
"Get back!" Alastair screamed at the shape and then his vision started to clear and he saw his son, cowering in the corner of the kitchen, his hand over his eye. "...Will. Oh, Will." Horror replaced fear and Alastair stumbled forward, trying to reach Will's side.
"Don't you dare touch me!" Will screamed in Alastair's face. He ducked to the side and Alastair tripped over uncooperative feet, landing on his kitchen floor in a heap. He heard his son's retreating footsteps and then the slamming of the front door and he knew Will was gone. Will was gone and Alastair had chased him away. Likely for good. He had harmed his child.
Alastair Ramsey had harmed his child.
Pulling himself off the floor, he wandered into his room to pull some clothes on. He needed to go to Abby. He had to tell her what had happened. He had to explain that he had made a mistake because surely she would know how to make it better. Surely.
She was a goddess. She would know what to do.
He made his way to La Fee Verte in a daze and he knocked on the window even though it was still early in the morning. He only hoped she would answer.