Adrian Ivashkov | Vampire Academy/Bloodlines (ivashkinated) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-04-07 21:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2019 april, ~40 points, ~~~ella (thefieryheart), ~~~~adrian ivashkov (ivashkinated) |
WHO: Adrian Ivashkov and OPEN
WHAT: Trying to go sober
WHEN: Today
WHERE: Near the Recycling Center
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
In the past few weeks, Adrian's life had completely flip-flopped. He'd gone back home, lived a bit more of his life, fallen in love with Sydney, then found himself back here in Madison Valley. It was a lot, but the main thing that was sticking out to Adrian right now was the fact that he was happy. Really, really, really, really, really happy. Happier than he'd ever been in his life. And he'd also come to realize over the last few months that what he felt with Rose had been intense, but it hadn't been love. Infatuation, maybe. Maybe he was in love with the idea of loving her. But it was so intensely different than what he felt with Sydney that he couldn't imagine it really being the same thing.
For the first time in Adrian's life, he felt loved. He'd never really felt it from his parents - his mother sometimes, maybe, but not all the time, and anyway, she always let his dad push her around. Tatiana had loved him, sure, and had accepted him...so maybe then...but still, very unlike this.
Sydney knew him. She understood him. She accepted him, foibles and all. And she made him want to be the very best version of himself. But giving up on his addictions wasn't easy. It wasn't easy at all. He'd depended for so long on alcohol to get him through the day, to help keep Spirit at bay, that it was terrifying to just give it up. But he was going to try. He was going to try, for Sydney.
He'd spent the morning dumping all of his alcohol down the kitchen sink, and now he was carrying the large bag of bottles to the recycling center a few blocks away. He could still smell the scent coming from the bag, and half of him wanted to rip it open and somehow save those last few drops of liquor that his body so desperately craved.
He was glad, then, for the distraction of another person walking up the street towards him, and he waved enthusiastically.
"Hey! Happy Spring!"
Maybe that was a little too much, but he was really struggling here.