Bottles
After I smash the last bottle against the wall I feel drained and listless. All this time and I still feel tethered to Danarius. I smash all of his things in the mansion, but I still feel his hated presence here. I loathe and need that feeling.
The wine I drank makes my cheeks burn as I slam a mirror against the floor. I don't want to see the how hideous I look, the savage evil in my face, the hateful lines burned into my skin. I think about them and they brighten to life, lighting up the dark room I'm standing in. The light illuminates and burns me. I feel consumed in hate.
I stalk into the cellar to see what wines are left. I grab a new bottle and cut off the top with my blade before I start to drink. Maybe after a few more bottles I'll be able to live with myself again.