#15 | What goes down must come up again~?

[shinrasfinest]

Characters: Sephiroth [Open; will top-level prompt]
Where/When: Aqures Ixen, Evening-Early Morning 11-12/May
Summary: Between this and that, whatever progress Sephiroth has made with his once-proud ego finds itself sunk to the bottom of a bottle...or two...or three? This can only end one way, and lets hope this doesn't destroy his career.
Warnings: This is not designed to be a ‘come drink with me’ log (though by all means you’re welcome to try and be social). CW's include but not limited to: lonesome stress-drinking, self-destruction, anxiety/freaking-out, snap-violent reactions, confrontations etc.

There were worse taverns he could have picked, for sure, from the downright seedy or otherwise questionable establishments across Aqures. It was sometime in the early evening that Sephiroth passed the front door to the Space Saloon, like he had done a few hundred times since those months ago, when he’d helped to furnish it in the wake of the Battle of Aqures Ixen.

However, not more than a few strides later did a passing thought push itself to the front of his consciousness which soon found the SOLDIER turning heel and entering the Saloon a few moments later. The only interruption came, where Spencer were always at Sephiroth's side, the small bespectacled moogle turned back as soon as he realized his Hero was distracted-

"Kupo, you know we need to get back soon. Dinner will probably be on already."

"I know. Go on, I won’t be long."

Spencer squeaked, not entirely approving but far be it for him to forbid any Hero of Light from doing what they wanted, and gave a tiny quick-salute before turning back to the street that would lead him home. Sephiroth was responsible, always, and he knew he wouldn't keep Terra waiting.

One drink couldn't hurt, and it wasn’t like he had a habit of it. Break up the monotony of the routine he'd found himself settle back into again. Neither could it hurt to turn the volume of persistent poisonous thoughts down for a few hours. Might even get to relax, for a change; wasn't that what everyone else in the premises was doing, after all?

1) Had Enough [Open - Space Saloon]
2) Time to get home [Open - Post-Saloon, potential confrontations]
3) Panic Stations [Additional cw: drunk-sick]
4) End [Towards/Arriving at the Observatory/Next Morning]

Comments

[shinrasfinest]

[This time at least, Sephiroth manages to hold his hand steady enough for Zelda to refill it - there is still a residual shaking but nothing compared to now his nerves were shot when he'd first come around from the panic attack he'd had in the street.

His smile in response is mostly out of manners. Sephiroth might still be coming around from his drunken stupor but he seems to have at least thought around how Zelda is really putting herself out for him in this instance now. What time was it? What was she still doing here at this time of night when everyone else had gone home? How lucky it was that she'd been on hand.

Slowly he rips off a small chunk of one of the breads and spends a long time carefully chewing it. His throat didn't want to swallow it all that easily, and he could almost feel his abused stomach lining revolt as a reaction to the new substance introduced. After a moment of looking a little more sick the sensation passes and the nausea fades away.]

I don't...know what to say, Zelda.

[Finally looking back up at her, the pain he feels inside --and from a fair few physical beatings tonight-- crunches somewhere behind his expression. He knows he's been foolish now, and that this is only going to be the beginning of concern about him now that his soul has been bared. Sephiroth thumbs the rim of the glass while trying to force his thoughts past a growing migraine.]

[goddessofthesky]

[Zelda spends a lot of time at the old observatory and its usually at odd hours. Early in the morning she’s at the Chocobo farm and she’s found a peculiar balance to her day though it doesn’t run off of a particular schedule. In this instance, she’s happy she is on hand to help.

A more earnest, younger smile tugs at her lips when he looks back up at her.]

How about, ‘good night and sweet dreams’

[Her expression softens.]

We can talk more tomorrow.

[She can tell that he needs time to think and to process everything that’s happened tonight. She might write to Jade or Selen and see if either can tell her small details of earlier in the night, however, in the end it will be up to Sephiroth to speak to her. She rises from her work and tides up a few things in the room. It’s mostly busy work, making sure that Sephiroth is okay before stepping away from his room.]