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- Cherry Wand 12 1/2 Essence of Wood Rose
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- 10/2019 (42)
Yevheniy Kharchenko was drunk, he was not as drunk as he could be, but definitely too drunk to still be in the bar, he didn't know what was really going on around him as he downed the drink in front of him, the liquid burning down his throat as he just stared aimlessly forward at the back of the bar. It was just one of those days, his knuckles scraped and blooded, his expression hardened and an overall air of just not wanting to bother with any aspect of this. He wanted to take it out on someone, but nothing about this place was something he was interested in. Yev motioned to the man behind the bar to get him another drink, not even looking up at him as he motioned, his blue eyes stayed frozen on the empty glass in front of him. He had a deep bruise lining the side of his face and a vacant expression in his eyes, nothing went right for him any more, he had been spiralling, even he could admit to such a thing being true, and the issue was he didn't even care, he was putting his arms out and just falling into it, letting this growing feeling consume him. Yev's work with the other elementalists drove him deeper into the cavern of his own mind, in diving further into the origins of his own magic, of their proactive missions, he had more figurative blood on his hands than literally for once, but Yev didn't care. He looked at the man as he was handed another drink, his fingers stretching slightly as he took the glass in his hand, lightly moving his wrist in a circular motion to swirl the ice drink within, placing the bottom of the glass on his bruised knuckles.
Yevheniy let out a long sigh, a long frustrated sigh, he'd become annoyed with pretty much everything, ever since his failed relationship or whatever it was with Jeremy his life had followed the exact path his father had always assumed Yev would follow, telling him about probably being gay or at the least bi sexual hadn't faired well, and though he'd told him multiple times while sober his father wasn't hearing it, he always called it a phase and that one day Yev would provide him with grandchildren who would continue the Kharchenko line, but Yevheniy had no interest in this, children, and specifically child under the age of ten were the worst people in the world, he didn't like babies most of all, they screamed and needed looked after, they might be what kept this race going but he was no interested in that at all. Yev barely held a child when handed to him, he was more likely to drop it by accident than anything else, however, the twenty-year old shook his head lightly running a hand through the recently cut blonde hair as he raised the glass to his lips and took a small sip of the liquid inside as he turned in his seat to look at the rest of the bar, his eyes blurring as he turned due to the movement, he knew that this wasn't a good idea, he wasn't thinking right, and he wasn't going to end up doing something pleasurable for most parties, but Yev wanted something to do, and his drunken mind was pushing his forward. He was before the tipping point of no longer being capable of doing anything. He knew that if he finished his drink he would end up there, so the man was looking and he spotted someone, a guy across the room, alone and looking pretty drunk so he stood up to walk over, drink in hand, smirk on his face, but was stopped when someone walked straight into him.
Yevheniy let out a long sigh, a long frustrated sigh, he'd become annoyed with pretty much everything, ever since his failed relationship or whatever it was with Jeremy his life had followed the exact path his father had always assumed Yev would follow, telling him about probably being gay or at the least bi sexual hadn't faired well, and though he'd told him multiple times while sober his father wasn't hearing it, he always called it a phase and that one day Yev would provide him with grandchildren who would continue the Kharchenko line, but Yevheniy had no interest in this, children, and specifically child under the age of ten were the worst people in the world, he didn't like babies most of all, they screamed and needed looked after, they might be what kept this race going but he was no interested in that at all. Yev barely held a child when handed to him, he was more likely to drop it by accident than anything else, however, the twenty-year old shook his head lightly running a hand through the recently cut blonde hair as he raised the glass to his lips and took a small sip of the liquid inside as he turned in his seat to look at the rest of the bar, his eyes blurring as he turned due to the movement, he knew that this wasn't a good idea, he wasn't thinking right, and he wasn't going to end up doing something pleasurable for most parties, but Yev wanted something to do, and his drunken mind was pushing his forward. He was before the tipping point of no longer being capable of doing anything. He knew that if he finished his drink he would end up there, so the man was looking and he spotted someone, a guy across the room, alone and looking pretty drunk so he stood up to walk over, drink in hand, smirk on his face, but was stopped when someone walked straight into him.