Who: Constantine Rivers and Aurora Sinistra What: Taff needs some liquid courage Where: Sinistra's office When: Whenever I need to backdate this shit too. Rating: Possibly high Incomplete || Closed
As soon as he got the all clear, Taff made his way up to the Astronomy Tower, avoiding as many people as possible. He hadn't cleaned himself up since his fight with Tristan. The blood from his cut had dried down the side of his face, bruises were rising where his brother had punched him and his hand was swollen. Constantine's eyes were red from tears he would deny he'd cried. But he wasn't thinking about that. He was trying his very best not to think of that. But it was futile.
He'd punched Tristan. He'd made Tristan bleed! He'd told him he hated him! He'd tried to kill him.
He lost his footing and tripped as the last thought occurred to him, but without missing a beat, he dragged himself up and continued up the stairs until he was at Aurora's door. With a deep breath, Taff pounded his fist on it, wincing as he remembered the thud of his brother's chest against his knuckles. "Professor? It's me," He called. This was a stupid idea. She wouldn't let him get drunk, even if she'd offered him alcohol before. But it was all he could think to do right now.