#sorquinn

Sorin stared at the locket around his neck before letting it fall back onto his chest.  The picture of him and Giovanni always made him sad, that was nothing new...

But his heart squeezed unfamiliarly at the newly placed photo of Quinn, resting across from that sacred engagement photo.

It was that moment that he knew.  Fuck.

But no, no, Cassia!  Sweet Cassia...she was such a lovely woman, he cared for her deeply, yes -

He had no chance with Quinn.  Simply no chance.  Quinn was with Elwin, happily in love...though the spy had his doubts about Elwin being happy, sometimes.  He could see the bandages on his arms and the bruises around his neck and...

The spy tried not to think about it, he really did.  He tried to simply be happy with his darling Cassia, but Quinn’s visage kept resurfacing as he realized he would be spending his New Year’s Day all alone.

New Year’s Eve had been nice, spending time with friends, but now...now, he was alone again.

Just like he’d been alone on Christmas.  And Valentine’s Day and Halloween and every stupid blasted holiday that people celebrated - 

Well, time to get wasted again, he mused.  The whiskey in his cupboards was calling and he wasn’t going to bother to fight back.