⪠â IN EVERGREENâ âŤ
firewhisky is an old friend. jinri met her fleetingly at ten and later, when sheâs sixteen, ran into the comfort of her open arms. since then, sheâs never been able to fully break off the relationshipânever been able to settle on just one drink.Â
tonight hadnât been any different.Â
but she supposes sheâs some sort of worst under the influence of the devilâs liquor, that she doesnât have a care for the world (and a knack to be especially destructive) when sheâs like thisâthat choi jinri is more so likely to ruin herself and the people around her on a subconscious binge than not.
this much had been evident, yet the hufflepuff still doesnât feel the burn of repercussions when she stumbles out of the room, borrowed crown on her head, fingers wrapped around the neck of a bottle of firewhisky, and a loopy smile that hasnât caught up to reality yet. things that sheâs done, things that she hasnât done.
though her stroll ceases once she spots him in the empty corridor, blinking (once, twice, thrice, and a few more times after) in surprise before making her way over. âvern!â jinri greets him cheerfully enough, stopping in front of the hufflepuff and leaning down to face level, hands pressed to her knees.Â
âwhat are you doing here, boy king? shouldnât you be celebrating?â