Takes Place After: Out of Control
He hadn’t patrolled tonight. Not really. He sort of had, he guessed. If you counted powering up and taking to the rooftops as being powered, then he had. He didn’t know. It didn’t seem to count for much. Nothing really did count for much.
No, that was even wrong. Nothing counted for anything, right? - what was even the point? Why was he even still there? Eurydike stared out over the shimmering lights of the city, some of them ebbing out as people gave way to the wee hours of the morning. A couple of bottles of bourbon sat with him, one half empty. It was cold enough outside that the liquid was cool to his tongue before the burn settled in when he swallowed.
It was snowing. It’d been snowing a lot the past few days, hadn’t it?
It didn’t matter. He didn’t know why he was even thinking of it.
He didn’t even know why he’d bothered to leave the storage unit today. Why he’d bothered becoming Eurydike at all. The only reason he’d ever bothered in the first place was for him. And now…
It was all sort of pointless. Wasn’t it? He should have known, Eurydike rationed to himself, not for the first time. He knew things as good as Tolliver weren’t good enough to last. Good things always came with a catch, with disappointment, with failure. Tolliver was now all of these things.
He’d known in a way he was putting too much of himself on one person. But he hadn’t been able to stop himself. Tolliver had been the best thing to ever happen to him, and that was no exaggeration. He’d given him hope. Purpose. Inspiration. A reason to keep pushing, even when the darkness in him threatened to swallow him up. His lover had been patient. He’d been kind. He’d been understanding. He’d needed him too, he’d made Hitch for once in his life feel like maybe he could do good by someone, maybe made him think maybe -- maybe he was worth something after all, that he --
Now he was gone.
Now he was gone and all there was left was his failure, the bourbon, and the exhaustion of life.
He didn’t want to do anything. He didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to feel.
The senshi shifted, suddenly. His body ached with the action, moaning in protest as he shifted, casually draping his legs over the side of the building. Eurydike looked down, his eyes half-lidded - and it almost surprised him a little, how little he cared. It wasn’t like he was afraid of heights, exactly… but they usually made his stomach do a little flip, like riding a roller coaster, something like that.
This time, nothing.
He was just tired.
When he reached for his phone exactly, he didn’t know - or really why - but he had, and so he hit one of the few numbers he had on it, shutting his eyes.
“Butterfly.” His voice was rougher than it should’ve been. But Eurydike didn’t really care. “I got a question for you.”
Ivynian
