@write-on-walls
Years. It had been so many years. They’d lived in plenty of houses, in plenty of cities, and spent countless days and nights together. Christian had finished school and had been teaching at universities, finding himself so content and happy in their life that the nagging reminder of his immortality hardly crossed his mind anymore. It wasn’t all sunshine and roses however, throughout their life together Christian had fallen in and out of bad habits, the drugs were mostly under control now but his drinking was always an issue.
It wasn’t as if it started out as a bad night, and even now he wouldn’t consider it one, but he knew getting in a bar fight wasn’t exactly what August had wanted out of the evening. “Oh, hush, I’m fine.” he chuckled, blood dripping from his busted nose, bruises forming on his cheek, as they hurried from the pub so that he wouldn’t have to speak to the police about something like this... again. “I’m just glad he didn’t go after you, might have had to really kick his ass then wouldn’t I?” There was the unmistakeable smile of Wrath on his lips, arm draped around Augusts shoulder, giving a bloodied kiss to his cheek. “Now... are you drunk enough that I can convince you to come get food with me? Or are you going to drag my butt home and scold me?”
