8th Zi’da, 717
Looking down at the hand Charlie offered, Darcy smiled shakily and gave it a squeeze of thanks, before letting go as the waiter returned, turning her head away from the young man to wipe the last of the tears from her cheeks. She didn’t catch the glare the Warrick gave him, but if she had the Venora would have been grateful. It was the last thing the people of the barony needed to see, one of nobles of their township having a teary in a bar.
Taking the glass of moscato, Darcy turned it slowly back and forth on the table, staring at the gentle bubbles instead of Charlie’s face, but listening all the same.
“Doesn’t deserve me? I think he’d probably argue that he doesn’t deserve the issues I cause. I...” She hesitated again, taking a deep drink of the light dessert wine. It was sweet, and pretty, and the pianist didn’t drink but this was definitely the time for it. Frowning at the platter before them, the wisp of a woman reached out to take a neatly curled piece of cured ham and a slice of hard cheddar, raising them so Charlie could see them before taking a small bite.
Her stomach rejoiced, growling for it’s master to consume all of the delicacies. It was not happy when she seemed to nurse the rest of the bite sized piece in her hand. Darcy smiled again at the mention of Oliver, taking a sip of her wine.
“Did he now? No one else I can remember has ever called him Oli and come out the other side unscathed. Even mother and father.” Lowering the glass, she tucked her hair behind her ear with a soft laugh.
“You must be pretty special Charlie. If I’d ever known, perhaps as a child I may have been jealous, but as an adult...I think it’s sweet. You should visit him again, reintroduce yourself.” Even in her depressed and lost state, the younger blonde had her brother in mind. She recalled how hard Oliver could be sometimes, how much responsibility he wore on his shoulders regarding the Venora empire. Perhaps a friend, or something more, would be good for him.
“I just fear that if I see him, he will ask me so many questions that I cannot answer. For my own safety, and his sanity.” Looking down again, the blonde was almost surprised to see that her wine was nearly finished. Unlike the creeping, sinking feeling that the various narcotics she took seemed to create as they kicked in, the win instead made her feel lightheaded and slightly fuzzy. With no food to absorb even the small alcoholic content in the drink, it went immediately to her head.
“Oh my, I might not have another one of those.” She said with a slight laugh, finishing the glass anyway before pushing it towards the centre of the table. She took another bite of the food in her hand, instincts and self preservation over riding her lack of appetite.
“You’re too kind to me Charlie, and I say that with all honesty. I would love to talk but, some things I can’t...” Rubbing her arms, as though shielding herself from the past, Darcy turned her indigo gaze away.
“Bad things happened to me, a long time ago...and I didn’t...I haven’t coped.” Sighing heavily, she shook her head.
“I don’t drink, but I have other vices. Other things that let me forget all that...all the things that happened. It started simply enough, you know they give you some pretty amazing medications those healers. I just...everytime I take a hit I don’t think, I don’t feel, I just...it’s just...nothing.” Darcy’s voice was quiet and low, not wanting her voice to carry around the bar. She looked up at Charlie then, head fuzzy and cheeks warm.
“That’s why my friend left, I’m sure of it. I’m a broken, reevi addled mess. I came to his own home, high beyond anything I’ve ever done before. He was scared, I could see it. I told him...well...I said stupid things that I hope to the Seven he doesn’t repeat.” The Venora refrained from telling Charlie about the Sunshine she’d damn near died taking. The woman was, after all, still a Sergeant. Darcy blushed suddenly at that realisation.
“Sarding hell, I shouldn’t have told you that.” She said, putting her head in her hands again.
Fuck, she was a mess. A fates be damned mess.
Taking the glass of moscato, Darcy turned it slowly back and forth on the table, staring at the gentle bubbles instead of Charlie’s face, but listening all the same.
“Doesn’t deserve me? I think he’d probably argue that he doesn’t deserve the issues I cause. I...” She hesitated again, taking a deep drink of the light dessert wine. It was sweet, and pretty, and the pianist didn’t drink but this was definitely the time for it. Frowning at the platter before them, the wisp of a woman reached out to take a neatly curled piece of cured ham and a slice of hard cheddar, raising them so Charlie could see them before taking a small bite.
Her stomach rejoiced, growling for it’s master to consume all of the delicacies. It was not happy when she seemed to nurse the rest of the bite sized piece in her hand. Darcy smiled again at the mention of Oliver, taking a sip of her wine.
“Did he now? No one else I can remember has ever called him Oli and come out the other side unscathed. Even mother and father.” Lowering the glass, she tucked her hair behind her ear with a soft laugh.
“You must be pretty special Charlie. If I’d ever known, perhaps as a child I may have been jealous, but as an adult...I think it’s sweet. You should visit him again, reintroduce yourself.” Even in her depressed and lost state, the younger blonde had her brother in mind. She recalled how hard Oliver could be sometimes, how much responsibility he wore on his shoulders regarding the Venora empire. Perhaps a friend, or something more, would be good for him.
“I just fear that if I see him, he will ask me so many questions that I cannot answer. For my own safety, and his sanity.” Looking down again, the blonde was almost surprised to see that her wine was nearly finished. Unlike the creeping, sinking feeling that the various narcotics she took seemed to create as they kicked in, the win instead made her feel lightheaded and slightly fuzzy. With no food to absorb even the small alcoholic content in the drink, it went immediately to her head.
“Oh my, I might not have another one of those.” She said with a slight laugh, finishing the glass anyway before pushing it towards the centre of the table. She took another bite of the food in her hand, instincts and self preservation over riding her lack of appetite.
“You’re too kind to me Charlie, and I say that with all honesty. I would love to talk but, some things I can’t...” Rubbing her arms, as though shielding herself from the past, Darcy turned her indigo gaze away.
“Bad things happened to me, a long time ago...and I didn’t...I haven’t coped.” Sighing heavily, she shook her head.
“I don’t drink, but I have other vices. Other things that let me forget all that...all the things that happened. It started simply enough, you know they give you some pretty amazing medications those healers. I just...everytime I take a hit I don’t think, I don’t feel, I just...it’s just...nothing.” Darcy’s voice was quiet and low, not wanting her voice to carry around the bar. She looked up at Charlie then, head fuzzy and cheeks warm.
“That’s why my friend left, I’m sure of it. I’m a broken, reevi addled mess. I came to his own home, high beyond anything I’ve ever done before. He was scared, I could see it. I told him...well...I said stupid things that I hope to the Seven he doesn’t repeat.” The Venora refrained from telling Charlie about the Sunshine she’d damn near died taking. The woman was, after all, still a Sergeant. Darcy blushed suddenly at that realisation.
“Sarding hell, I shouldn’t have told you that.” She said, putting her head in her hands again.
Fuck, she was a mess. A fates be damned mess.
