†001 - What do they expect me to do?

[bucuresti]

[Romania's elections have recently taken place, with some odd results. Two major parties tied and in an attempt to help political and economical situations, the country has declared a New Centralist government, definitely in contrast of their past communist government. However, this new turn has left the capital feeling rather off and somewhat ill. Mihail has taken to reclining on his couch, trying to settle his churning stomach and battling a very persistent headache. After all, there's obvious unrest at home and he can feel all of it.

As of now, he's curled up in a parka (real fur-lined, indeed) and in more nauseous moments, he seems to think a glass of absinthe can help, so he's been making return trips to the kitchen and thus, slowly draining an absinthe bottle. He's confused enough that he doesn't realize it's only making him feel worse. Hopefully, things will die down over Christmas enough for a reprieve, but there doesn't seem to be any signs of that.]

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[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head.
Ah don' think so...

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

I do believe you might. I have done some regrettable things in the past, politically. This is just one more problem that may be coming back to haunt me.

[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

He sighs.
We've all done regrettable things darlin'...

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

And I am sure others forgiving me is not so difficult. I just find it is very difficult to forgive myself. But no, this isn't the time to be thinking about that. It's the holidays after all.

[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

He nods.
Exactly darlin'...There'll be plenty a' time fer worry an' regret after tha holidays.