“I love my dog more than I love my life.” Gives Betsy a smooch.

He's totally has not zero'd all his attention on her.

[ im alive y'all ]

"Hey..." He's completely and utterly shitfaced, but he's trying not to show it.

He's passed out on the floor of Mary C.'s living room. How did he get in? He invited himself in along with several bottles of wine for Mary. He had brought Betsy along to play with the kids.

"As well as I can be with these old bones." He's certainly feeling it in his back and knees.

"Mary, I found some of these... Prosciutto-wrapped Mozzarella in your fridge. Can I have some?" He had paused to squint at the label. Mary C.

[ I'm digging in my fridge for leftovers and I FIND PROSCIUTTO WRAPPED MOZZARELLA FUCK YEAH ]

Flicks salt @spiritofasailor.

"I can't be fucked to hang up any decorations this year." He didn't hang any up the year before either. Or the year before that.

He wakes up upside down in his living room. There's at least 12 bottles dripping alcohol on the floor. The door is partially open and Betsy is on his chest.

Since it's winter and he can't just fall asleep in the middle of 𝕯𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖓's back garden, he sends a selfie of his hungover self. He hopes that's enough to say 'send help im hopeless'.

"I drink and have a siesta and I wake up to cryptids being everywhere."

[ ngl I had the cutest rp once with a vampire!Damien and even my icon is from a piece that has vamp!Damien in it :P ]

He's pushed some things off to the side so he can sprawl out on the floor. He stares at the ceiling. Thinking. He should stop as it just brings him more pain whenever he thinks too much. Letting his mind wander used to be relaxing. Now he just remembers painful things.

He eats his seventh bowl of cereal for the day.

He gives Betsy all the belly rubs.

[ I'm staring at my TL thinking about how angsty it would be for Damien to walk past Lucien's room to have it be empty of all his personal shit. Now I feel sad. ]

“Betsy? Where did you go?” He’s blinking up at the ceiling from the living room floor.