Falling Down on the Job
Nov 22, 2013 22:50:10 GMT -5
Post by Darastrix on Nov 22, 2013 22:50:10 GMT -5
It had been difficult since the demon incursion had tapered off. After the riots Lilth had incited in Skyheort, Aaron had found himself alone in the city. His two sisters had been killed in the confusion and he had been badly injured (as well as getting blood on his own hands, like so many others caught in the demon's influence). Recovery had left him with little to do other than focus on the loss, as well as the losses felt by both the guard and the thieves' guild. As soon as he had been physically able, he'd jumped back into the work of both of his jobs. Forces knew there was plenty to be had.
After most of the demons had been killed or chased back to the abyss, things had tapered off a bit, though he found soon after that he needed to keep a sharper eye out than ever for the overly-ambitious among his guildmates. And despite the fact that Mat was suffering the loss of his wife, he couldn't help but feel resentful for it. All of the Thief Lord's children were safe and sound. Mat had family. Seemed to be practically ignoring what family he had left. And there Aaron was, with the last of his family gone and having to make sure nobody took advantage of Mat's situation and state of mind to stick a dagger in his back.
Bitter didn't begin to cover it. So he drank - often heavily - when he was finished with his duties, and spent more time around the guard house, though he spoke less than ever. He spent enough time around the guild to keep an eye out. That afternoon, he was just walking into the guard house and considering drowning his sorrows at the Tripping Goose when a sudden wave of fatigue washed over him, draining the strength from his limbs. He hit the floor with a thud, already asleep, brows drawing together as a dream began and swiftly revealed itself as a nightmare.
After most of the demons had been killed or chased back to the abyss, things had tapered off a bit, though he found soon after that he needed to keep a sharper eye out than ever for the overly-ambitious among his guildmates. And despite the fact that Mat was suffering the loss of his wife, he couldn't help but feel resentful for it. All of the Thief Lord's children were safe and sound. Mat had family. Seemed to be practically ignoring what family he had left. And there Aaron was, with the last of his family gone and having to make sure nobody took advantage of Mat's situation and state of mind to stick a dagger in his back.
Bitter didn't begin to cover it. So he drank - often heavily - when he was finished with his duties, and spent more time around the guard house, though he spoke less than ever. He spent enough time around the guild to keep an eye out. That afternoon, he was just walking into the guard house and considering drowning his sorrows at the Tripping Goose when a sudden wave of fatigue washed over him, draining the strength from his limbs. He hit the floor with a thud, already asleep, brows drawing together as a dream began and swiftly revealed itself as a nightmare.