There is a certain level of skill Charlie has, when it comes to blocking out the passage of time; he’s spent so much time, too much, on nothing, on misery that it’s always been difficult knowing just when it all began. After this? After that? Before or after he sequestered himself away in his manor? Things are better of course, with Toni. With the kids.
-but he’s still in his home more than not, his friends are exclusively immortals or ghosts. No one ever looks younger than the day they turned. Charlie himself, knows his own genetics have held up better than most. Magic always has, but it never was on his mind until he’s looking at the date and realizes that it’s his parent’s wedding anniversary -hardly a great date, neither of them were overly attach to celebrating things like that, but it hits all the same and suddenly it also hits that he’s older than his father ever was.
-and then spirals a little. Thinking about how he was always the middle child. Of six, that he had three three older siblings, two younger ones; and yet here and now, he is the last and oldest by a decade.
He does not handle the realization with grace as it were.
Instead, he drinks himself into a stupor for three days and nights, locked away in some dank little room on the far side of the manor, the part mostly forgotten. The contains rooms still unbreeched by time and squirrels away from his children and wife. It’s not a reaction, a terrible one, but he can’t stand for them to see him like this. A mess over something he is all but the Master of for anyone else.
-but the thought is overwhelming, if he dies….then what? He’d leave Toni behind for the rest of eternity? His sons, still so in the dark of their own family history, of the powers they have yet to even tap into. They are by no means defenseless…but there are so few Everharts in the world for a reason, and it’s not because it’s kind to them.
“Fuck.” Charlie hisses to himself, a raging hangover barrels into him as soon as he opens his eyes. He needs to at least shovel in a piece of toast before he attempts at drowning down a potion or even a basic aspirin so he takes the risk of finding his way back to the main kitchen.
Eternity has left her with more patience than most. Especially where Charlie is concerned. She could wait out whatever this was. Pushing down the part of her that was prepared to tear this house down brick by brick to find him. Though she couldn’t deny if he’d taken much longer to come stumbling out she may have done just that. He looks horrible and she doesn’t try for a moment to hide her concern as she comes to his side and puts his arm around her shoulders in an effort to steady him.
Without a word she leads him to the kitchen, assuming that’s where he’d need to go now. She’s unsure if he’s eaten at all in these days...considering he smells like a distillery she certainly has her doubts.
“Sit,” Toni says while leading him to a stool and going to the fridge to pull out leftovers of what she’d made the kids last night. It wasn’t exactly a sophisticated meal. But most hangover meals never really were. “Are you going to tell me now or am I expected to wait until your headache is gone.” She questions softly while heating up the food.
