¥ late night alone w/ your one true bae: alcohol


Already, his body burned warmer than a human's. It was both a blessing and a curse; The winter did not phase him, but the summer was near unbearable. He would try to stay cool, keeping to the shaded areas of the forest and away from the hot springs, but still he felt feverish. Even as the sun ducked low behind the horizon, he still felt dreadfully warm.

Finding a clean stretch of river to bathe in, he tossed aside his satchel, diving in without even removing his clothes. He swam to the middle where the flow was strong, relishing the feeling of it sweeping past him like a cool breeze. He tossed his vestments to the shore, resting against the smooth stones.

Fetching his satchel, he reached inside to retrieve a rather expensive bottle of rice wine, cradling it in his hands. "Been savin' you for a special occasion." Today was a day of celebration for the humans, but not one he'd be invited to. Nor did he care to be.

The swordsman drank down nearly half the bottle in a few minutes, spilling not a drop despite his haphazard way of consuming it. He'd have to tip the bottle upside down, holding the neck between the ivory teeth of his cursed mask.

The stuff didn't take long to get into his system, and my god was it strong. If he were any more human, he'd have gotten sick instantly, but he was even more resilient to it now that he was dead. Or, sort of dead. ( He really wasn't sure what to call it. )

And as his instincts did require, he often indulged in acts of the lewd sort. Shame he didn't have anyone to do it with, except for himself, but he didn't really mind. Humans were so fickle, and yet so demanding. All he wanted was a good fuck, but he tended to deter any potential mates with his… well,everything. Regardless, he made due.

The rocks against his back didn't serve for a very comfortable position, but he arched back on them all the same, booze in one hand, cock in the other. He was really rather loud, if he wasn't moaning or cursing, it was his mask clicking together noisily. He'd pause to take a swig of the bottle, letting the liquid linger in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. The burning in his throat only made everything feel better, but gods if it didn't light his body on fire, igniting every nerve along his ashen skin.