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baronessekatThe topic that was given to me this week to write about was "Truth". Several possibilities swam through my brain regarding truth.
But like last week, the first that came to me was a look into the life of one of my RPG characters. I may work on other interpretations but here's the first.
So I give you:
Evander Verdigris sat quietly at a table in a darkened corner of the Broken Cup Tavern. It was a moderately priced and fairly comfortable tavern in the heart of the city of Vondis, and it had been his home, haunt, hideout and escape ever since some strange magical anomaly zapped him, his twin brother, and their girlfriends to this strange new world.
As he sat there he stared at the glass in his hand and the bottle that sat before him; his mind lost in a swirl of thoughts and memories.
He couldn’t believe that it had been 4 maybe 5 years since they arrived and his life was changed forever. The brother he could never be parted from received a “calling” and now worked for magickers. Ixion’s girl… who knew what really became of her. And then there was Sabrina.
Evan was pretty sure that he had been in love with Bri. She was fun, spunky and made him laugh. But when they arrived in Vondis, she changed. Put it simply, she destroyed him.
Well, maybe she didn’t change. Maybe he was the one who changed. He did notice that he was more moody and grumpy since the cross-over. But damn it, she tore his heart out and refused to see why it hurt so much. It nearly killed him to say good-bye and mean it. But he did.
That’s when he turned to the only thing that he could rely on. Whiskey. It never laughed at him. It was always there for him when he had coin to exchange for it. It never turned on him. He knew what to expect from whiskey and he liked it that way.
Shortly after falling into the bottle more and more regularly, Evan noticed the dreams. Well not necessarily everything about the dream. But there was always one constant. A constant with long dark hair, hauntingly beautiful eyes and a smile that made him feel like he was important and worthwhile.
In the dreams sometimes they would talk for hours. Sometimes they did everything but talk.
His mysterious Whiskey Girl made him feel alive. Sometimes all his thoughts were consumed by her. He knew every part of her, down to the texture of the small of her back and the smell of her hair. He felt things with her that he felt nowhere else.
The only thing he could never remember… her name.
He wished he knew her name. He also wished to know if she was real or not.
As he looked at the bottle and poured another drink, he rethought that last wish. The truth was, no he didn’t. If he knew, the mystery would be gone. And it might turn out that she was nothing but a figment of his drunken imagination.
So instead, he took another drink, savored the burn and thought of his Whiskey Girl.
Who needs truth anyway?
But like last week, the first that came to me was a look into the life of one of my RPG characters. I may work on other interpretations but here's the first.
So I give you:
Evander Verdigris sat quietly at a table in a darkened corner of the Broken Cup Tavern. It was a moderately priced and fairly comfortable tavern in the heart of the city of Vondis, and it had been his home, haunt, hideout and escape ever since some strange magical anomaly zapped him, his twin brother, and their girlfriends to this strange new world.
As he sat there he stared at the glass in his hand and the bottle that sat before him; his mind lost in a swirl of thoughts and memories.
He couldn’t believe that it had been 4 maybe 5 years since they arrived and his life was changed forever. The brother he could never be parted from received a “calling” and now worked for magickers. Ixion’s girl… who knew what really became of her. And then there was Sabrina.
Evan was pretty sure that he had been in love with Bri. She was fun, spunky and made him laugh. But when they arrived in Vondis, she changed. Put it simply, she destroyed him.
Well, maybe she didn’t change. Maybe he was the one who changed. He did notice that he was more moody and grumpy since the cross-over. But damn it, she tore his heart out and refused to see why it hurt so much. It nearly killed him to say good-bye and mean it. But he did.
That’s when he turned to the only thing that he could rely on. Whiskey. It never laughed at him. It was always there for him when he had coin to exchange for it. It never turned on him. He knew what to expect from whiskey and he liked it that way.
Shortly after falling into the bottle more and more regularly, Evan noticed the dreams. Well not necessarily everything about the dream. But there was always one constant. A constant with long dark hair, hauntingly beautiful eyes and a smile that made him feel like he was important and worthwhile.
In the dreams sometimes they would talk for hours. Sometimes they did everything but talk.
His mysterious Whiskey Girl made him feel alive. Sometimes all his thoughts were consumed by her. He knew every part of her, down to the texture of the small of her back and the smell of her hair. He felt things with her that he felt nowhere else.
The only thing he could never remember… her name.
He wished he knew her name. He also wished to know if she was real or not.
As he looked at the bottle and poured another drink, he rethought that last wish. The truth was, no he didn’t. If he knew, the mystery would be gone. And it might turn out that she was nothing but a figment of his drunken imagination.
So instead, he took another drink, savored the burn and thought of his Whiskey Girl.
Who needs truth anyway?
