For @bettydice, like literally everything I write.
Do Better | Taliesin Harper + Ceitidh “Katy” Mhuilneir, #1 brotp Another scene from their early pre-game days. Harper likes to start fights for fun; Katy does not approve. Warning for violence and mention of alcohol and drug use.
He’s here, again, like always.
It doesn’t even really matter that he doesn’t know where here is; everywhere is the same as it has been for weeks. Maybe months. Maybe forever. His concept of time has skewed just as badly as his sense of geography; it’s just more rain, more mud, more leaves, more rough-thatched houses and the pervasive almost-poverty of people who live off the land and not the labor of other beings. Nothing smells right, nothing feels right, and he hasn’t seen the sea in far too long, the ground too solid beneath his feet for the way he feels perpetually adrift.
Gravity, it seems, is not doing him any favors either. Harper meets the ground with a solid thump, flat on his back with his head bouncing off the graveled street. He could have rolled to the side, fallen correctly, dispersed some of the force of his landing like he knows well how to do, he just - doesn’t. The same way he didn’t dodge the punch that sent him sprawling there, into a puddle like a confused fish flopping when the tide recedes.
Idiot.