[Closing his eyes hurts, keeping them open hurts. It's hard to focus on the hazy memories of last night with a hangover fogging it all up, but it'll all come back to him in time. Lots of time. Time that might be spent hunched over a toilet at this rate.
He swallows back another nauseous wave of dizziness and rubs at his temples, fighting to remember where he's heard that name before. Lady Hattie...wasn't that the girl that Vincent had seen? He'd warned his brother about the dangers of modern women, and he'd explained that she was from a time that may have been even earlier than their own, as though that made things better.]
Proposed...I see... [He rubs his fingers into his head a little harder. Even talking is difficult, there's no way that he can--]
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He swallows back another nauseous wave of dizziness and rubs at his temples, fighting to remember where he's heard that name before. Lady Hattie...wasn't that the girl that Vincent had seen? He'd warned his brother about the dangers of modern women, and he'd explained that she was from a time that may have been even earlier than their own, as though that made things better.]
Proposed...I see... [He rubs his fingers into his head a little harder. Even talking is difficult, there's no way that he can--]