buy yourself another day

[impetuous]

Who: Gwaine and you
What: Random encounters
When: Saturday morning
Where: Near the gallery in town


[ Wearing modern clothing for once (sweatpants and a T-shirt that aren't his), Gwaine bounces a small, pink ball against the wall. Whenever it strikes something—wall, ground or his hand—lights arc inside it. A curious little toy, but Gwaine barely looks at it. He sits on the middle step, eyes unfocused. To any observer, his mind appears to be elsewhere. He has managed to recover a semblance of healthy coloring, but the bags under his eyes mark how fitful his sleep remains. He finds it difficult to concentrate on even simple tasks. Thus he misses his next catch and the ball bounces against the door behind him. It rolls away from him. ]

Comments

[impetuous]

[ Gwaine looks anywhere but at Allen. ]

Her mother was drunk on spite. I was drunk on whatever I could get my hands on. Figured she deserved one sober parent while she was here. It was just easier for me to stop.

[save_the_souls]

[Bawwww Gwaine; ] Oh...

That...that was very kind of you, Gwaine.

[impetuous]

Yeah. [ His laugh is a mere exhalation of breath. Short. Bitter. ] Look where that got me.

[save_the_souls]

You didn't know. Honestly, how would you have even known something like that could happen?

[impetuous]

Doesn't matter. It's done.

[ He bounces the ball against the floor. The lights shiver on inside it. ]

[save_the_souls]

...What will you do now?

[impetuous]

Planning isn't my really strong point, Allen. I'll probably go back soon. [ He looks up in the direction of the castle. ] Haven't thought any further.

[save_the_souls]

I know, but...

The drinking?

[impetuous]

What about it? [ His words come out sharper than he had intended. ]

[save_the_souls]

[He bites his lip a little. ]

...Never mind.

[impetuous]

[ Gwaine looks away, swallowing his irritation. He runs a hand through his hair. ]

Why are you out this way?

[save_the_souls]

I live out here.

[impetuous]

You moved back? When?

[save_the_souls]

Ah, not to the house...just a small flat in this area of the city. I moved there a few weeks ago.

[impetuous]

Is anyone still living in the house?

[save_the_souls]

Jr. and Ino are, I think...but I haven't checked in awhile.

[impetuous]

But it was yours, wasn't it?

[save_the_souls]

It was originally an old friends, I took it after he left.

[impetuous]

And you hand it off like that? [ An eyebrow creeps closer to his hairline. ]

[save_the_souls]

[a pause; he looks away]

Do you know that Arthur is missing memories? Not just of Guinevere.

[impetuous]

Yes. When he woke up, he didn't know me.

[save_the_souls]

[he nods...]

He remembers nothing about...us. As far he's aware, he was confused to why I even saw his filter to allies. I'm...nothing to him.

Why would I stay in a house full of memories of what's gone?

[impetuous]

I'm not a good person to ask that. I used to move as much as I did to avoid memories. Where that failed, a good quart of mead could always do the job. [ He scoots aside and pats the spot beside him. ] Here. Sit.

[ He waits for Allen to do it so he can continue. ]

[save_the_souls]

[he'll sit, for you Gwaine, for you. Looking at him now]

[impetuous]

He is remembering. Slowly, but he is. It helps when you don't stop heckling him. I know being around him is the last thing you'd want right now, he's an arse on a good day, but...don't give up on him just yet.