[Glimpse] The bathroom at Imbolc

The loud splash of bile against procaline echoed in the metal stall. The deep bass of the music from the rave beyond caused the ground to shutter beneath the bright ones knees. Grasping the edges of the toilet, their stomach lurched again.



The last half hour had been a roller coaster, and now on the other end their body had rebelled, purging the drugs and their content of their stomach.


The bitter flavor burned in the back of their throat, their eyes watered. The silver leaf makeup ran with the blue mascara in long streaks across their cheeks.

Taking a deep breath, the Bright one eased their back against the wall of the stall. Slowing their breathing. The release from the pressure of the guilt had been cathartic but the work had been more than Riley expected. The emotional labor of that moment had felt tedious and almost cruel. They knew they had been wrong, and Rowans side only went to cement it, but admitting it, that had taken more than they cared for.




Then there was the matter of the putrid transformation into the flowering. That had struck a nerve, but why. Their mind rebelled at the thought, it felt so familiar, the smell of the flowers. It lingered on their mind like a distant nightmare. THey wanted to know why, to understand, but their body objected.

Once more they lurched over the toilet.

Sitting back again with a gasp they pulled some toilet paper from the roll whipping their mouth.
Perhaps this all felt so low, because of the high that had proceeded. The darkling let out a groan of disappearing remembering what had happened. Of how it had ended before they were ready. That's all they had wanted,desired, from this evening. What now? Was Riley to go and find them?

Hey hot stuff, wanna go round two? Ignore the vomit breath.

They groaned, wiping their face a little. Did they really just make out with Fire, after she had just admitted what happened to her previous relationship? Did Riley take advantage of her? The flush from the next stall over pulled Riley out from their thoughts.

“You have a light?” Riley said through the wall.

A small zippo slid out from the next stall. The darkling took it up, flipping it open and lit a cigarette. Perhaps the nicotine would clear the flavor.

“Thanks friend” The moth slid the zippo back. They tapped their hand against the seat of the toilet letting the ash drop into the bowl.