( this is exactly why felix doesn't think or talk about the war, as if ruminating ever did anyone any good. the picture flutters back into darkness as felix lifts his thumb and rolls his helmet away from him, tipping the bottle to his mouth until his eyes burn.
he half-rolls onto his belly, thumbing his wet lashes and clumsily knocking the bottle of whiskey against the bedside table. the glass bottom finds the tabletop eventually, skidding out of reach. )
got a salve for that go get a drink or get laid man jesus christ you're a killjoy
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( this is exactly why felix doesn't think or talk about the war, as if ruminating ever did anyone any good. the picture flutters back into darkness as felix lifts his thumb and rolls his helmet away from him, tipping the bottle to his mouth until his eyes burn.
he half-rolls onto his belly, thumbing his wet lashes and clumsily knocking the bottle of whiskey against the bedside table. the glass bottom finds the tabletop eventually, skidding out of reach. )
got a salve for that
go get a drink or get laid man jesus christ you're a killjoy