To kill yourself with bad habits (Blitz!Elettra/Riordan)

The cannon rings in his ear like the times before. Loss of one of the most beautiful souls Riordan had ever had the chance of meeting. The violin still playing in his head when he thinks about her. The broken boy sipping the golden liquid. Bruised and broken. A sling still on his arm and bruises littered on his body everywhere. The white pain of broken bones had vanished only leaving a fire of guilt and sorrows in it's place. Tempus was broken and bruised just like Riordan's whole body. A broken mess of only memories from before. His professionalism was gone. All that was left was a sad man.

The stage felt normal, a comfort that Riordan hadn't felt in years. It was maybe the fact that there hadn't been any time for any operas or plays or musicals while he was drowning in his own sorrows. A cannon could be heard in his head. Bang Bang His hand throwing the bottle of liquid across the rows of seats. A shattering of glass could be heard just like Jequirity smashing the violin. A waste of noise and a waste of an item. The glass bottle of golden liquid was gone, shattered on the floor. The stage was his in his rather tipsy state. His voice reaching out to the building, "Why her? WHY! It could have been me. As long as she lived. Why am I still here alive and Jequirity Eckhart isn't. Why?!" Tears fell down his face in a manner of sorrows. Bruised and broken on the outside. Bruised and broken on the inside. That's all Riordan was. Bruised and broken inside and out.