Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140512193524/@comment-3293219-20140513080851

(Fine by me...)

Jaryl stopped as he got back inside the laundry room, pressing his back against the wall and sighing heavily as he realised what he had just done. Thankfully, he had managed to stop himself before he completely ruined that girl's life.

Still, the damage, even if it was minute, was done...

He pressed his head against the door and looked up at the ceiling, thinking about last night and what he did to Set. That was the height of what he did to those who got close, if he didn't literally stab them, then he'd find some way to fuck it up. Isis even said that she didn't like skooma, she seemed annoyed whenever he drank it and he would most likely be drinking it for a long time.

All he was doing was dragging an intelligent young girl, who could do anything with herself down to his level to be smothered in failure. He wouldn't blame Maria if she stabbed him and told him to keep away or Set, though he'd have more than one reason to stab him...

Even if the Bosmer decided that he was going to 'quit,' it could drive him insane, he wouldn't be himself anymore, that's for sure. Like anyone would, whilst giving up anything, he'd be quick tempered and he'd just scare her off and then he'd be back to hitting the bottle again or the pipe and it would have all been for nothing.

Then again, he had a reason to fight it now, something to work towards. Isis was right, in a number of respects, the time that he had spent with this group was much better than the effects of the drug. If he could just remember that, at all times...

He'd never been serious about quitting before, even when he promised Set that he wouldn't take any to his camp, he still intended to bring it and drink it on the site. The only mistake that Jaryl made, was that he was caught doing it and though he did find himself to be dissapointed in himself, he didn't exactly regret it.

The Bosmer sighed and hung his head, he'd have to think about this some more and the group weren't going anywhere as it was difficult to move his brother...

Thanks to him...

He shuffled forward and took a seat on the laundry pile, burying his face into his hands...