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tempting_the_fates) wrote2024-09-15 06:45 pm
tempting_the_fates) wrote2024-09-15 06:45 pm
Willy
It had been nothing but press and performances all week now that the album had dropped. Magazines, TV, the BBC... A headaches worth of stupid questions and blissful shows. The Live Lounge had gone down a treat, their new single paired with a cover of this month's pop song du-jour. No formal announcement, no lead up, just a tweet and a post on TikTok, and The Swallow was streaming on every platform. There was even a second video out for the new single, this one featuring the whole band.
The reviews were excellent, some even suggesting it could be the album of the year. 'A mix of heart, pain, and party anthems', one reviewer said- And yeah, that felt about right. Nyx should have been riding the high, had no reason not to, but that misery of his was never far behind, and lately it was nipping at his heels, waiting to drag him under again. He could drink, he could party, he could fuck... But he couldn't outrun his depression. It always caught him in the end.
It didn't help that he hadn't seen Willy in a while. He could manage the sickness he felt when they were apart too long, but not for forever. Eventually that would catch up to him too.
He found himself staring at the other fae's door, before forcing himself into the kitchen to finally eat something. When had his last meal been? He couldn't remember, but drink and drugs couldn't fill a stomach, and as good as the hunger felt, he knew he needed to eat. Grabbing a fistful of nuts, he leaned against the counter and waited for the kettle to boil.
The reviews were excellent, some even suggesting it could be the album of the year. 'A mix of heart, pain, and party anthems', one reviewer said- And yeah, that felt about right. Nyx should have been riding the high, had no reason not to, but that misery of his was never far behind, and lately it was nipping at his heels, waiting to drag him under again. He could drink, he could party, he could fuck... But he couldn't outrun his depression. It always caught him in the end.
It didn't help that he hadn't seen Willy in a while. He could manage the sickness he felt when they were apart too long, but not for forever. Eventually that would catch up to him too.
He found himself staring at the other fae's door, before forcing himself into the kitchen to finally eat something. When had his last meal been? He couldn't remember, but drink and drugs couldn't fill a stomach, and as good as the hunger felt, he knew he needed to eat. Grabbing a fistful of nuts, he leaned against the counter and waited for the kettle to boil.