Hiraeth
|heer-eyeth| (n.)
a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or a home that never was.
As humans, each one of us yearns for something oh so deeply, and not all of us might get that. But if we ever do, we keep it so close to us, clingin...
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❛❛I suck at forgiving. So, unfuck you . . . or whatever.❜❜
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Xantheus is not usually someone to lose his calm, but he is currently having a rough time keeping it together. It's not easy to be sane when you're trying to drive while there are two drunk and wasted women in the back of your car: one snoring and the other yelling gibberish at the top of her voice. Occasionally, Sandra swears as well, inserting what to Xantheus sounds suspiciously like Alan's name here and there. He does not think this could get any worse, really. But he's proved wrong almost immediately, as a grinning Sandra appears from between the front seats, and she extends a hand to turn the music on. Xantheus inhales a long breath in an attempt to focus— or rather, in an attempt to calm the fuck down. What did I ever do to be stuck with this?
Sandra stops switching the music for a second and turns to face him, giving him an obvious glare of annoyance. "Can you fucking stop being loud?"
"I literally didn't even say a word, Sandra." He mutters so softly he can't even catch on to what he said himself. Still, he expects her to call him out for talking too loud again. Only, she doesn't.
"You breathed too loud." She states matter-of-factly. When he turns to look at her, there's not the slightest hint of amusement on her face. He looks at her in disbelief for a good long time.
Xantheus thinks of an argument, but not having the energy to fight, he simply sets his lips into a thin line and says, "Sorry."
"It's okay. Talk with that volume, it doesn't get in the head."
Xantheus nods and asks her to sit back, so she turns her attention back to selecting the music, and when she has found the loudest and the most rock-metal sort of track playing, she turns the volume up until she's contented— or until she's realised that the volume of the system cannot turn further up, at least. Then, she sits back.
Grunting in disbelief, Xantheus yells, "I breathe too loud but Fauxhammer by Black Tongue is fine? I am sober and his voice is still getting into my head!"
"Stop yelling!" She shouts back at him. To this, Omega can be heard grunting a little. But she goes back to snoring almost immediately.
"I won't unless you fucking explain yourself!"He says, a little softer this time.
"I like the lyrics."
"The lyrics? Are you for real? I can't understand a word. That's how loud this guy is!"
"That won't be a problem. I can sing along for you. My mind is free of doubt. Step the fuck up—"
"Sandra, you're NOT helping. Turn the volume down."
