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Skav drank in silence, contemplating Blue’s reaction to their scars and Blue’s reaction to reminiscing. Were those tears? Was that a sigh? [i]Oh, Blue.[/i] They couldn't hide the tension that clenched their jaw at the mention of a sibling, nor could they hide the fire of realization as to how Blue became so dependent on things like drugs and sex. It was odd, knowing things and feeling emotion towards this knowledge. It was odd sharing secrets. It was odd being seen without a mask and layers to hide away their memories. Skav pressed a finger against their lip again, staring blankly at the shaky breaths Blue took. Something like pity swelled, pity or disgust or chilling concern, and suddenly they couldn't stand it. 

For once, Skav moved on a whim. They pushed away from the arm of the couch, closing the small space between them and Blue, and then carded their fingers through the man’s hair. Skav felt dampness from the shower, weight from the locks, and an odd warmth behind their eyelids. They drew back into themself slower than they planned and sighed, eyebrows knitted as they said blankly, [b][color=#ff00a5]“I’m drunk.”[/color][/b]

As if to prove a point, they took a long swig from the bottle and groaned, feeling their very soul clench and twist against the bite of the alcohol. It burned a hole in their heart, and numbly Skav whispered, [b][color=#ff00a5]“Sorry for your loss.”[/color][/b] They did not say ‘good riddance’, because Blue didn't deserve that harsh of a truth. Another sip made their face feel pink and their mind slow. Skav counted memories of their past, searching for a good truth rather than a rant about their sadist of a sister, and finally they settled back against the cushions and shrugged. Nonchalance poured from every angle of them, even though there was a shadow of a nostalgic smile on their lips. 

[b][color=#ff00a5]“I used to live in a nice house about three hours from here. It was so nice– I remember it had a greenhouse and I would spend my days in there with my dad, just reading or examining the flowers my mom planted.”[/color][/b] Skav said nothing about the first night Arya had locked them inside that glass building for ‘some easy testing’. “[b][color=#ff00a5] My mom and dad were great, kind even, though they were busy with work a lot. Mom was a messenger of sorts between the gang and Mafia set up in that town, dad was… Something worth killing. I also had a sister, but…”[/color][/b] Skav hesitated, drawing their knees up to their chest warily, as if they were preparing for a blow from something or someone.

[b][color=#ff00a5]“But good things don't last, of course. I found my dad beaten to death with a baseball bat in our backyard, and mom had been dosed with something bad– very, very bad. Killed herself in the aftermath.”[/color][/b] Skav dug their nails into their palms, teeth clenched into a smile despite the chilling calm in their gaze. The future and the past melded together into one mesh, a drunken memory of fans and ropes and slanting blinds. Skav ran their tongue over their split lip and tasted chemicals and raw flesh. 

Grounding.

Skav let their head tip back, neck straining against the weight of their murderous thoughts. Mom’s face hung in front of their eyes, Arya’s hands clutched at their neck, dad’s blood choked out whatever air was left in their body. [b][color=#ff00a5]“Life is a nightmare.”[/color][/b] Skav said simply, and reached for the bottle. The shakiness of their fingertips didn't bode well, however, and instead of grabbing the vodka they bumped it, allowing the bottle to clatter to the floor. Skav stared at it dumbly, thanking God for caps silently, and then turned an expectant gaze towards Blue, waiting for a new truth.