Alven - Royal Quarter
1223 Rose Street
"Only a little left." Ky said to himself as looked at the small vial of powder in his left hand. It was a shimmery blue, marked with small pockets of red that seemed to move every time the light shifted around the glass. It smelled of metal, tasted of copper, though Kyril had not let it touch his tongue for some time.
Lyrum.
The drug that had controlled his life for nearly five years now. What had gotten him through the days, and brought him shivering pain throughout the night. He needed it, wanted it, but he also hated it. Fingers tightened around the vial, and he struggled not to turn and whip it against the wall. His entire body seemed to shiver, the very thought making him want to wretch.
A breath filled his lungs and slowly he drew the cork out of the small glass vial. That scent, that scent he knew so well touched his nose and he once again closed his eyes.
He sighed in resignation, letting some of the powder spill onto the table before him.
It wasn't enough, not nearly enough to let him use even a quarter of his magics...but it would have to due. The Duke was fool enough that a few parlor tricks and some well placed words got him through the day, but soon...soon it wouldn't be enough. Without Lyrum he couldn't do his magics, and once it was completely gone...
Lips thinned as he thought of the withdrawals. Slowly he put the cork back into the vial, setting the glass back down onto the table and pushing it aside with a deep breath.
He knew he had to this.
It was the only way to survive. The only way to keep going.
1223 Rose Street
"Only a little left." Ky said to himself as looked at the small vial of powder in his left hand. It was a shimmery blue, marked with small pockets of red that seemed to move every time the light shifted around the glass. It smelled of metal, tasted of copper, though Kyril had not let it touch his tongue for some time.
Lyrum.
The drug that had controlled his life for nearly five years now. What had gotten him through the days, and brought him shivering pain throughout the night. He needed it, wanted it, but he also hated it. Fingers tightened around the vial, and he struggled not to turn and whip it against the wall. His entire body seemed to shiver, the very thought making him want to wretch.
A breath filled his lungs and slowly he drew the cork out of the small glass vial. That scent, that scent he knew so well touched his nose and he once again closed his eyes.
He sighed in resignation, letting some of the powder spill onto the table before him.
It wasn't enough, not nearly enough to let him use even a quarter of his magics...but it would have to due. The Duke was fool enough that a few parlor tricks and some well placed words got him through the day, but soon...soon it wouldn't be enough. Without Lyrum he couldn't do his magics, and once it was completely gone...
Lips thinned as he thought of the withdrawals. Slowly he put the cork back into the vial, setting the glass back down onto the table and pushing it aside with a deep breath.
He knew he had to this.
It was the only way to survive. The only way to keep going.