#convo: farah darzi

[tales-of-lore]

i’m a trust fund baby; you can trust me

Sometimes, like every other red-blooded human on the planet, alcohol made Link do stupid things.

Sometimes those stupid things got him beat up by girls’ boyfriends.

Knowing Al’s place was closer than his own, Link had directed the Uber over that way, accepting the driver’s pity because, damn it, he deserved it. He had had a long night, yes, thank you.

Upon arrival, Link had knocked at Hakim’s window for a good five minutes before moving on, slightly disappointed that he was missing out on his chance to serenade him with a little Elton John. “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart”, specifically, since that was the only Elton John song he knew. He was about 75% sure the other man would have joined in a little - and now the world would never know.

He was maybe still a little drunk.

That was not the biggest issue, though. The biggest issue was currently throbbing on his face, growing blacker by the moment where a man twice his size had put his fist in Link’s eye. “Farah.” He yell-whispered at the next window on the fire escape. “Farah, wake up.”