Location - Thornside Park || Appearance
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The trees in the park had all been decorated with lights. Robin had no idea who was responsible for such a thing – was it the council, maybe? Probably. They were pretty to look at, anyway. The trees swayed in the light breeze and, thankfully, the sky didn’t open and empty a deluge on Robin’s head. The grass was wet, however, and as Robin sat there he could feel the water being absorbed by the material of his jeans, sinking through the layer of his underwear to touch his cold skin. But what did it matter? He was immortal, and the cold couldn’t touch him, cold it?
It didn’t matter, regardless. Tonight was a night of limits and boundaries. Slowly, he thought he might be going a bit insane. He worried for the consequences of insanity. Where might he end up? The possibilities flickered through Robin’s mind as he took another swig of the bottle of wine in his grasp – straight out of the bottle. As an allurist, he had learned how to eat and drink. But could he get drunk? What if he drank a whole box—all twelve bottles—of Merlot?
There were two things Robin had had last Christmas which he did not have this Christmas. Last Christmas he had friends. Human friends. Friends whom he was not tempted to eat. He had numerous parties that he could go to – ones that he couldn’t go to now, because of all the questions he might be asked. It really was easier not to. And he’d also had his addictions – his booze, his cigarettes, a little bit of weed here and there. A high could be achieved from numerous avenues but tonight? Tonight, there was not a single buzz. Nothing.
Instead, all Robin got for Christmas was a numb, melancholy loneliness. Over the course of the year he had met people, but they were acquaintances that, for some reason or another, hadn’t stuck. He missed Jamieson, but any attempt at contacting the vampire had come to nothing. Where the **** had that guy gone?
Lately he’d been toming back to Lorelai’s apartment more in the hopes that he might find his friend. He didn’t call her his sire – that was too weird. No, he wanted his friend. Someone to talk to. Someone to… what? Anything. He’d rarely seen Lorelai, though. Only one night did she breeze through and hug him. More often than that there was another guy – someone Robin didn’t know, but who he assumed must have been Levi. Levi was never very happy to see Robin.
Rather than disturb them on Christmas night, Robin stayed away from the apartment. Instead, he’d gone to the bottle shop and bought the cheapest box of wine. Now he sat in the park beneath the trees, whose branches were twinkling with Christmas cheer. He was on to his second bottle of wine – feeling somewhat bloated, but not yet drunk.
There were still plenty of hours to kill. He’d just keep trying.
