**Written for the FanFic100 challenge**
a different wine.
Prompt #060. Drink.
He slowly finishes his wine, drinking it back, shimmering red in the light. Agnes poured it for him. She knows his addiction, knows his pain, knows she's powerless to stop it and yet she feels she shouldn't stop it, anyway. There are other kinds of addictions; she realizes this now. She used to yearn to break the curse that held her father in what seemed to be a terrible grasp, but now she knows that such demons can bring exquisite happiness also – and she thinks of a certain smile, a certain laugh, a certain touch, so far away.