[skills are by mindblownie on tumblr]

"...mnhn...nn-...where r'my...fffuckin' glasses..."

He barely managed to stir, limbs leaden and weighing more than the world itself. Tangled on the hard wooden floor of a hostel room, half dressed, shivering from the cold Revacholian wind that drifted into the room through the shattered window and from the withdrawal.

RESILIENCE – Your head is *pounding,* like someone is taking a torque wrench to your very skull, screaming to be let go. An angry piston firing in an engine-shaped prison.

SAGE – Something about the thought of an engine bay, the tangled guts of a motor carriage, dark oil glinting off of metal, makes the sour taste in the back of your throat ten times worse.

Shut the fuck up, something final within him growled as he stumbled to his feet, steps slow and wobbly through the entire, painstakingly long journey to the bathroom. Bracing himself against the sink, he barely managed to raise his hand to wipe the mirror, just to be met with something dreadful.

VOLTA DO MAR – That's you, as hard as it is to believe. That's you, breathing laboriously against the sink, watching on in horror as you unfold into this unrecognizable disaster.

CONSTITUTION – It takes everything you have left to stay upright like this, to not duck your head and vomit up everything from last night at the sheer state of your body as it is.

With all the grace of a newborn fawn, he wandered about the room, plucking his clothes from the various, seemingly random places they were left (and he did find his glasses shoved under the couch), haphazardly shrugging every article on without so much as a single fuck about how they looked, before eventually making his way downstairs into the lobby, lidded brown eyes peering around.

You saw him and waved. He only stared blankly through a cracked lens before forcefully dragging himself over to you.