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Jan. 25th, 2019 11:54 amThe past month has been really fucking weird.
There's a lot of shit that's gone on, shit that's changed and Sweeney isn't sure what the fuck he's supposed to do with it about half the time. The other half of the time, he's pushing down the fact that he's actually really goddamn happy, and just doing whatever the hell he wants to do. He'd meant it when he told Spike he's a shitty boyfriend, but at least there's a thing now, something that's happening, something they've acknowledged, even if they don't talk about it a whole hell of a lot.
So he's in a good fucking mood as he heads down the street, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. He takes in a drag, then lets smoke puff out the side of his mouth. Plenty of people here don't like when he smokes, but he sure as fuck isn't about to let that stop him. He's not giving it up, not after all this time.
Amalthea is hard to miss in Darrow, something about those big eyes and long hair, and when he catches sight of her, Sweeney moves in her direction. He doesn't have the same sort of abilities a lot of magical folk here seem to have, he can't fucking sense feelings or shit like that, and he thinks she kind of always looks a little bit sad. The eyes, probably. But he still feels like he ought to check.
"Alright there, lass?" he asks, still smoking, blowing it into the air and away from her.
There's a lot of shit that's gone on, shit that's changed and Sweeney isn't sure what the fuck he's supposed to do with it about half the time. The other half of the time, he's pushing down the fact that he's actually really goddamn happy, and just doing whatever the hell he wants to do. He'd meant it when he told Spike he's a shitty boyfriend, but at least there's a thing now, something that's happening, something they've acknowledged, even if they don't talk about it a whole hell of a lot.
So he's in a good fucking mood as he heads down the street, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. He takes in a drag, then lets smoke puff out the side of his mouth. Plenty of people here don't like when he smokes, but he sure as fuck isn't about to let that stop him. He's not giving it up, not after all this time.
Amalthea is hard to miss in Darrow, something about those big eyes and long hair, and when he catches sight of her, Sweeney moves in her direction. He doesn't have the same sort of abilities a lot of magical folk here seem to have, he can't fucking sense feelings or shit like that, and he thinks she kind of always looks a little bit sad. The eyes, probably. But he still feels like he ought to check.
"Alright there, lass?" he asks, still smoking, blowing it into the air and away from her.
