i'm faithless now

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Who: Arthur (specifiercity) & Asami Sato (futureinventor)
What: Event & General prompts for November!
When: Throughout November
Where: All over! I'll update here for the open prompts!

Content Warnings: event warnings generally apply, a little bit of Arthur's PTSD getting triggered (within the event)

[if you wanna plot with me hit me up at dreamalittlebigger!]

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[reticence]

[Faolan puts the cap back on the whiskey and turns to the table, setting one of the tumblers down in front of Arthur before sitting down across from him with his own. He takes one careful sip before setting the glass down and raising one observant eyebrow at his companion.]

You seem like you could take a little of that advice there yourself.

[He's not exactly asking what's wrong, but. He's offering a glass of whiskey and a willing ear to listen, which amounts to nearly the same thing, as far as men like him are concerned.]

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[He smirks and shakes his head, staring down into his drink.]

I've tried to sleep, believe me.

[He takes a sip of the whiskey and sighs.]

I only get a couple hours at a time.

[reticence]

[This sounds... Troublesomely familiar, really. Faolan cannot remember the last time he himself had a whole night of uninterrupted sleep. There are reasons why he volunteers as bodyguard on night shifts. And any other shifts he can get. Why he pushes himself as hard as he does, as often as is possible. He needs to stay busy, to wear himself out, or else his mind will have time to catch up with -- everything.

He studies the other man across the table for a long moment before he asks:]

Because of the Tower?

[He supposes that they have been calling it the Farm, but he would prefer not to think of it in such a way himself.]

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[Arthur nods in his resigned sort of way, his jaw tightening a little as it does whenever he has a brush with vulnerability.]

The Farm, yeah. I was stuck in there for a little while too.