#f.start

the feeling of sheer idiocy is so strong that felix has already determined once and for all that he is never going to celebrate halloween again. hell, he isn’t even sure why he’s here in the first place. holly disappeared into the crowd awhile ago, leaving him alone and irreverently dressed  as a priest to match her virgin mary. he’s found his way to one of the side walls, glass gripped right in his hands as he desperately tries to sip away the tension in his chest. he doesn’t realize he’s been staring directly at the floor for the last... well, who knows until a presence is beside him.

the wind is bracing as felix walks, cigarette in shaking fingers. the aftermath of the vasile party may be much bigger than he realizes, but to him it is all encompassing. not one day has passed in which he hasn’t wondered is this going to happen again? and thus far, the solution has been more pills, more alcohol, and less discretion. who cares if he loses his job?? he almost died because of the vasiles already. 

the cold wind against his face causes a violent shiver to ripple through him---enough that he doesn’t even notice the impending collision with a stranger---- 

The taxi came to a stop. This was it. “Thanks, man,” he said to the driver, handing him what was owed for the trip. 

“No,” the driver argued, smiling at the young soldier, “thank you for your service.”

Sebastian grinned and nodded his head in response before stepping out of the car. Grabbing his duffel, he looked around and breathed in the Granite Bay air. He was home.