Good to See You Again (Jonathan and Ember) - Eternal City RP2024-03-29T07:00:36Zhttps://eternalcityrp.com/forum/topics/good-to-see-you-again-jonathan-and-ember?feed=yes&xn_auth=noDefinitely Jonathan then, she…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2021-01-02:6610746:Comment:4229002021-01-02T19:29:42.131Z✓ Ember Rinaldihttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/Em
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Definitely Jonathan then, she’d recognize that face anywhere. Even looking annoyed or angry, unlike the last time she had laid eyes on him, he’s familiar to her. The sharp bite of his voice is not unexpected, nor are his harsh words. She’d have said the same were the roles flipped, she can’t blame him. Even so, she can’t stop the memories from flowing back to her, unwelcome though they are. She doesn’t know the shape he’d found her in, only knows that it was…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Definitely Jonathan then, she’d recognize that face anywhere. Even looking annoyed or angry, unlike the last time she had laid eyes on him, he’s familiar to her. The sharp bite of his voice is not unexpected, nor are his harsh words. She’d have said the same were the roles flipped, she can’t blame him. Even so, she can’t stop the memories from flowing back to her, unwelcome though they are. She doesn’t know the shape he’d found her in, only knows that it was his voice that kept her grounded until she’d woken up. Perhaps that was why he was the first stranger in a long time she hadn’t shied away from? Not that it matters now, standing in front of him years later like some unwelcome phantom. She doesn’t flinch from the venom in his voice, obviously expecting it and to a degree she’s used to hostility directed at her by now. Not from him obviously, but considering the smell of alcohol surrounding him she wasn’t expecting politeness. Not after what she did.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">“I’m not here to defend myself Jon. You can think what you will of me, but… I am sorry.” She doesn’t clarify, he knows what she’s referring to and it’s the truth. She is sorry for hurting him because obviously that’s what her leaving did even if it hadn’t been her intent. Apologies aren’t her thing anyway but hearing how sharp his words are, it brings concern back to the forefront of her mind. Looks like the rumors were true, he is far from alright and she hates the way she moves automatically like she can help. If she were smart, if she’d learned anything from this decade of suffering, she’d turn around and walk away. But seeing him stagger his way past her she can’t bring herself to.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">A harsh sigh blows past her lips as she turns to make sure he isn’t going to collapse in the middle of the sidewalk and freeze to death. “What on earth happened Jonathan?” She holds up her hand before he can blow her off, “and don’t even try to start with that ‘I’m fine’ bullshit. We both know you’re not fine.” Does he deserve a straight answer from her? Yes. But he deserves it when he’s sober and would actually be able to remember it. “I can tell you don’t want to see me - I don’t blame you - but you once helped me out when.. I had nothing. So. At least let me return the favor and make sure you get home in one piece, alright?” She’s concerned damn it all, not that she’d ever admit it, but she isn’t allowing herself to focus on it because for now she has to focus on him and not snapping at him like her instincts are telling her to.</span></p> His dark cold stare stayed st…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2021-01-01:6610746:Comment:4230592021-01-01T23:23:15.666Z36pdn0s5bvi2phttps://eternalcityrp.com/xn/detail/u_36pdn0s5bvi2p
<p>His dark cold stare stayed stuck on his ceiling as he lay in his bed listless and numb. Unable to process the change of time as he drowns in the darkest parts of his ever turning mind, sinking to his overthinking and unable to float up for air. Before he knows it it is two hours since his alarm on his phone went off failing to wake as he was already awake. He blinks only twice before coming to senses once again only to find he is not home any longer and the mile-high pile of files before him…</p>
<p>His dark cold stare stayed stuck on his ceiling as he lay in his bed listless and numb. Unable to process the change of time as he drowns in the darkest parts of his ever turning mind, sinking to his overthinking and unable to float up for air. Before he knows it it is two hours since his alarm on his phone went off failing to wake as he was already awake. He blinks only twice before coming to senses once again only to find he is not home any longer and the mile-high pile of files before him tell him he had managed to make it to his office no mater being devastatingly late. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>The drowning of my thoughts seemed to carry to my hearing as only muffled tones registered with me, failing to pierce through my bloodshot eardrums. I rubbed my face and the talking stopped as if the one who spoke realised I was not hearing them. I growled out a huff the frustrated with only myself and the failure I felt I had become. How could I let everything get so far away from me? Falling apart in public was not my status quo and I hated how everyone was afraid to ask if I needed help or if I was okay just as much as I was afraid to ask for help and tell that I was not okay. I blinked a few times or two after, where was I now? I glanced quickly noting the lag of my thoughts and my vision. Drunk. I felt better drunk. I felt happy drunk. </em></p>
<p><a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/18123ac4dc241d32d6d788d18eff4f55/36d8a19764af4de7-14/s500x750/dd16bbb735f63780ee8e621cebeecb19c5060ed9.gifv" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/18123ac4dc241d32d6d788d18eff4f55/36d8a19764af4de7-14/s500x750/dd16bbb735f63780ee8e621cebeecb19c5060ed9.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="190" class="align-right"/></a>He stayed here a moment longer before deciding to try and stumble home. Hide from the world and avoid the judgmental eyes of those he knew. Maybe he should have gone out of town to drink but not only was it too late now, getting home would be an even harder task than it was now. He stumbles down the street searching for the path less travelled. "Hmm?" He squint's towards the one who called his name, his squint turning to a glower upon registering the woman's face. Ember. "No. No Jonathan here." He manages to speak without slurring a bitter bit in the tone of his voice distinctly directed at her. He drew in a cool sharp breath into his lungs and rolled his shoulders back and brushed by her. "Why would you care if I was anyway? You care only for yourself!" The liquid courage coursing through his veins feeding into all his anger and directing it towards her as he continued to try and stumble down the sidewalk. </p>