WHO: Stefan & whiskey...and OPEN. WHAT: Thinking too much and being hungry. WHERE: Outside. WHEN: After talking to Damon. RATING: low? STATUS: in progress? NOTES: He might be hostile depending on who tags, so don't join in if you can't handle that.
Stefan laid back in the grass and looked up at the sky with a sigh, his fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle of whiskey he had taken from...wherever. He was more desperate for alcohol than ever these days when the blood in his veins was diminishing and he was fighting his urges, eager for control...but also ready to let it all go since it didn't seem much worth it. The suicidal tendencies always followed with the guilt of the months or years of killing and this time it was pretty horrible. Of course Stefan wasn't far gone enough to stake himself. Not this time. Besides Damon would probably rudely interrupt him. He tended to do that.
The vampire sat up and ran a hand through his hair, then took a drink from his bottle, swallowing the strong, burning alcohol and feeling the stinging in his gums lessen just a bit. But not enough. "Damnit." And all he could think about was the women in his life that he had loved in their own unique ways, all the way from one doppelganger to another. He'd cursed them all in some way too. It was unfortunate.