netzach — patron of the arts

❝𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵. 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲. ❞

[In the middle of stacking a house of cards. He carefully, carefully places another pair of cards 4 stories up.] [This is perhaps the hardest he’s focused in his entire life. Sure would be a shame if someone came and fucked it up.]

Mood today… beer!

Huh? Wuh? [Netzach tosses and turns on his couch a bit, thrown awake from the sudden intrusion.] What’s up…? Do you know how late it is? [It isn’t even that late. The Patron was just in the middle of a booze induced nap. Groggily, he rubs his eyes to clear his fogged vision.]