So the fuckboy-lifestyle wasn't really working out.


Not that he didn't like partying and indulging in just about every vice the night had to offer. But it became increasingly clear that he just used all of that to distract himself. Mostly from this gnawing feeling of lacking direction, purpose.
Fuck, he was granted the privilege to look beyond the veil of lies that plagued the Sleepers, to shape reality to his will and what was he doing with this privilege? Nothing. He wasn't even using Magic for his personal gain anymore.


Sacramento was supposed to be a new beginning, and it started out pretty dope. He made some friends (at least the closest thing to friends he ever had), put himself out there and took up the office of Councilor. For what it was worth, he even somewhat did some work on himself.
That didn't last though. Almost all the people he vibed best with left and the Consilium regularly turned into shitshows he didn't want to throw himself into anymore. Of course, Crystal's first response to those setbacks was to disengage completely, to drown himself in men and drugs.


That worked for a few weeks, months even. But one day he noticed a nagging feeling: this couldn't go on. It was time for a make-over.
And while Sleeper-life was part of the lie, something that really held little to no value in the grand scheme of things, Crystal felt that it was the mundane part of his life that needed to be put in order first.

Out with all the tacky designer clothes - fuck, he was a smoking hot dude, he could wear anything. The old clothes were thoroughly cleaned (lest he left any usable traces of himself behind) and sold at a throwaway price. People might get something out of those outfits, even though he bought them seasons ago.


Next was an adjustment in his lifestyle. Staying out drinking and fucking the whole night was limited to weekends only. And he even did his very best to stick to alcohol most of the times.


Finally, he called around in order to find a cause he could get behind. Yeah, what should the wise Awakened care about petty Sleeper problems? But fuck it, until those wise asshats figured out a way to get rid of the Exarchs and bring back that golden age of Magic Crystal might as well try and make life in the Fallen World more bearable.


Would this change last? Eh, who knew.
But at least he could ride that wave of motivation while it lasted.