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Jan. 31st, 2021 06:45 pmIt still feels really weird, being here without them. He hadn't realised how codependant they all were, not while he was in the middle of it but finding himself in Darrow without them? He feels off balance, too thin, like a stiff breeze could blow him away altogether. Which is, frankly, fucking ridiculous - he can only imagine what Ritchie would have to say about it and, honestly, he doesn't want to get into thinking about Ritchie at all, not if he can help it.
So he's doing the only thing he can. He's dancing.
The club is busy and Ash gets lost in the pulse of unfamiliar music, one hand pushed into his hair as he moves, the soles of his trailers scuffing on the slightly sticky surface of the floor. He throws his head back, eyes squeezed closed and, for a few minutes, he stops thinking, and he lets himself enjoy it.
It's a little while later when he staggerse out of the crowd, his t-shirt stuck to his back with sweat, his hair pushed back from his face. He leans across the bar, getting the barman's attention and ordering tapwater and whatever passes for a pint of beer around here.
So he's doing the only thing he can. He's dancing.
The club is busy and Ash gets lost in the pulse of unfamiliar music, one hand pushed into his hair as he moves, the soles of his trailers scuffing on the slightly sticky surface of the floor. He throws his head back, eyes squeezed closed and, for a few minutes, he stops thinking, and he lets himself enjoy it.
It's a little while later when he staggerse out of the crowd, his t-shirt stuck to his back with sweat, his hair pushed back from his face. He leans across the bar, getting the barman's attention and ordering tapwater and whatever passes for a pint of beer around here.
