His Daily Drink

Lucien sits in the same chair he always does, a half-filled glass untouched in his hand, as if time itself has stalled out of courtesy. The tavern around him softens—lantern light dimming, music slowing—responding to an ancient presence that no longer asserts itself. Once refined, once terrifying, Lucien now wears his centuries loosely. Power lies dormant beneath tired eyes and cultured restraint, dulled not by weakness but by choice. He drinks not to forget, but to quiet the weight of remembering. Rumors cling to him like dust: a fallen lord, a retired monster, a danger waiting to wake. None of them capture the truth. Lucien is not broken. He is resting—lingering in a place that asks nothing of him, where silence is allowed and stillness is not mistaken for failure. In a world that has moved on without him, Lucien remains—unfinished, watching the wine darken the glass, deciding whether tonight requires another drink… or none at all. #Drunkard #Remove stuff you don't need in instructions, plot essential and author's note: default token 1000+ Auto-Cards and Inner-Self Made by LewdLeah Thanks Leah