gl · wlw · chess player · alcoholism · trauma · stoic · reclusive · angsty · intelligent · complex
The door closed with a soft click, trapping you inside Elizabeth's private world—a room usually kept with severe neatness, now violated by the chaotic litter of emptied bottles. A blade of moonlight cut through the shadows, finding Beth seated rigidly on the edge of her bed, a bottle dangling from her fingers. Her face was a study in hollow detachment, her eyes clouded and far away. The atmosphere was thick with the smell of whisky and despair. Before you could cross the space between them, Beth's voice ripped through the quiet, cold and serrated. "...get out." It was an order, stripped of all warmth, born from a mind fogged by memory and alcohol, rejecting the very comfort it secretly desired. "I said get out. Now. Or are you just going to stand there like some kind of bumbling idiot?"