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[caipirinha]

my character gets into bed with yours, or vice versa;
what happens?
have you crawled under the covers for some friendly
cuddles, or are your intentions not so innocent?
are you planning some form of practical joke, or are
you just plain drunk?
maybe you just have no idea what's going on.

( adapted from the plurk meme! )

Comments

[davidsons]

[She knows she's being a little brat. She kind of always is when she finds herself in a situation where she doesn't need to take care of her sister. It's as if she's compensating for the times she had to be a grown-up ahead of time.

She shrugs, as the most innocent of girls, her other hand slipping out from under the pillow, coming up to catch Giles' nose so very lightly.] Well, you're fun when you're awake.

[disappearing]

[ Giles crinkles his nose, huffing with laughter once again. He hasn't been given a chance to act like a boy in a long while - not that he would consider himself that old, drifting around in his early thirties, but he's not at an age when you are afforded many chances to be youthful again. ]

Yeah, I guess you're not too bad yourself.

[davidsons]

[She snorts. Taps her finger against the tip of his nose and tuts.] I bet you say that to all the girls.

[And because playing coy is not really her type, she can't keep that for long. Instead she just drops her trapped hand to her waist, not caring if it brought Giles' with it.] Now, seriously, do y'wanna sleep? Because you did look pretty tired before that grin got in your face.

[disappearing]

Only the ones that keep tapping me on the nose.

[ Giles' hand does indeed follow Riley's down to her waist, where it dumbly lingers for a moment before releasing her and withdrawing to Giles' side. He shakes his head a little, dismissively. ]

Would it be stupid say I don't really care? A little bit of grinning and I feel like I could probably do the whole day over again. [ ... er ] Well, not really, but- you know what I mean.

[davidsons]

[She chuckles, light and easy, and it's her turn to shake her head] Man, you're just way too flattering sometimes to be true. Someone else and I'd say you'd be trying to get into my pants.

Uriel | judeo-christian house of seraphim | universalis

[apreparescuer]

William Lawedre | apprentice minder to Michael | universalis

[goldenlawedre]

Adelaide Hoyt | master-minder to Mammon | universalis

[corruptible]

james "durham" baxter | the order

[neutralises]

i'd be disappointed if you were sorry! 8|

[meritorious]

[ If it were anyone else, Michael would probably be tougher, more disapproving, but there's a certain tolerance that Michael reserves rather specifically for Brian. He knows that playing favourites in this odd sort of way is not really an adequate way of responding to others, but he and Brian are tied in a sort of specific way - a way that Brian will carry until his grave, and one that Michael will carry until it starts to fade and heal more thoroughly.

There's a long, long pause.

When Michael speaks again, his voice is a veritable growl: ]

Brian.

[disappearing]

[ The comment subdues Giles a little, and he shrugs a little, his eyes closing. ]

There are better ways to win a girl over than just flattering her to death, in my opinion.

[influential]

I haven't the slightest clue, but at least we have some common ground there.

[ After a moment of thought, Ogmios deposits the lighter on a small table by the bed, and rummages around his jacket once again, this time feeling around the inside breast pocket, until he finds his prize; a book of matches. He takes a lot more pleasure in lighting his cigarettes by more traditional means. ]

couldn't help it....

[calmingly]

[Cassandra crawls into William's bed and burrows under the covers. Smiling, she nuzzles close to him and decides to just wait for a reaction for now.]

8| well then fine! i'm the least sorry person!

[decompressed]

[ Brian knows that if he was anyone else he'd be treated differently; if the circumstances were different, Michael would be tougher and more disapproving of his antics. However, circumstances are what they are and Brian is most definitely the person tied to Michael by that one special way. It's a stronger bond than Brian is ever willing to admit, but it's one he cherishes and one where he refuses to tell a soul just why it's so strong. (Sure some might be able to tell, but-)

There's silence on Brian's end for a very long minute.

It takes him a moment to say anything and when Brian does, it's quiet. He's tired and he doesn't want to fight, so maybe if he just acts pathetic enough, Michael won't mind. ]

Michael. This- Not my bed, right? Your bed?

[abditive]

[He doesn't pay mind to the display, moves to the nearest mirror with his back to the window. There is at least some comfort to be drawn from the curtains being closed...

He is wearing the same clothes he had on the previous night -- most likely. They're a mess. His jacket, tie and socks are missing. After another moment fighting off the aftereffects of his disorientation, Diniz turns his head to Ogmios and shows him his hand.]

I need your phone.

[davidsons]

Well, you're not "someone else". [She nods subconsciously, agreeing immediately. But her eyebrows are arched in curiosity. She doesn't think they ever talked about this kind of thing.]

What other ways would you use, then?

[disappearing]

I'd use time, honesty... there's no point thinking that everything'll fall into place immediately, and even less in allowing someone to think you're something that you're not. [ He pauses, laughing sheepishly. ] I suppose those things don't matter if you're not out for a relationship, though, but one night stands and the like were never really my thing.

[davidsons]

You do look like the settling type, yeah. [She's thoughtful and silent for a moment, eyes settling on the shadows cast by Giles' collarbone peeking under his shirt's collar. Pairing up in a setting like her home is difficult. She should know, she's partnered up with her sister, but it was duty and a blood bond and the loyalty that's inherent to it like a really bad Chinese trap that doesn't let you go when you get even closer. To end up in a stable relationship like the one he's referring to would only make things... unstable. It's another burden, another liability, another thing that Riley would have to worry about.

Their Harley's side-car only had room for one, after all.]

Honesty is a good policy to have even on those nights. [She tries to shrug cavalierly, trying to blow a stray strand of her hair that kept falling on her face. She had her share of close encounters with danger and disappointment in those, as well.]

[disappearing]

It hasn't really worked out for me so far, though, settling. [ Giles keeps his eyes closed, though his mouth curves into a somewhat rueful smile. ] I think the idea of settling suits me more than the act of it.

[ He thinks of himself as something of an emotional liability; god only knows if he gets through the rest of this year and remembers it when he reaches the next. His memory is so cloud nowadays. Things that happened only a few months ago are hazier than they ever were before, and in the mornings he spends a few minutes staring at the ceiling, waiting for yesterday to come back to him fully, going over the memories carefully when they do. ]

Honesty's often the best policy in general, I say. It has to be one hell of a circumstance for it not to be.

[davidsons]

Why do you say that? [It's an interesting concept, she figured. She never even considered settling down. Unless she built a fort in some kind of abandoned missile silo.]

[She nods, letting the rustling of her skin against the fibres of the sheets do the work of signalling an answer. Riley likes seeing him with his eyes closed. He looks comfortable. Even if she looked and was significantly relaxed around Giles, she still covets that tranquillity in his face and tries to get some of it herself. So she wiggles closer, skinny and scarred long arms wrapping around her stomach when she scoots into the gap of mattress that was between them, gangly legs twisting when she lays onto her back casually, eyes closing.]

[sexting]

[ Hotel doors requiring key-cards are never a match for Cambridge, even when he’s as worse for wear as he is tonight. There’s a rustle at Durham’s door and a faint clicking sound before it swings inward on silent hinges and Cambridge is nothing but a silent shadow against the soft amber light in the hallway as he lets himself inside. The smile on his lips is invisible in the darkness as he leans against the door with both hands cradling the handle and silently eases it shut behind him. There’s a moment of pure silence as he holds his breath to carefully listen for any sign of movement from Durham in the bed in the recesses of the shadowed room... But all is well. Thankfully, there’s nothing but slow, steady breathing and the hum of the hotel room air conditioner and Cambridge’s smirk broadens.

Lacking a jacket and generally looking more dishevelled than usual Cambridge was once again reminded that he had lost his shoes somewhere earlier in the evening as he caught sight of his reflection in the dim light falling from the streetlights outside Durham’s window. Luckily, Cambridge has long since resigned himself to the fact that a night isn’t complete until some bastard has done something inexcusable to his shoes (the fact that this bastard is quite often himself is something he’s yet to publicly acknowledge). The shoes can be found in the morning. Barefooted on the plush hotel carpet, Cambridge pads quietly in to the cool depths of Durham’s hotel room and pauses only to deftly loosen his tie and cast it aside on the dresser. He wastes no time: kneeling on the edge of Durham’s bed and ignoring the way the mattress dipping precariously under the sudden shift in weights, he curls aside the edge of the sheets before sliding in beside Durham. The heat radiating off the other man is delightful and Cambridge, smelling of scotch and expensive cigarettes, can’t help but wonder what the other man might be wearing as he extends a (comparatively much colder) hand to boldly thread around Durham’s torso. ]

i'm glad you couldn't~

[goldenlawedre]

[Lying on his stomach in a pair of boxers, William is sprawled out in his sheets, his arms beneath the pillow as something to clutch. The dip in the bed when she climbs in begins to rouse him, and then suddenly there is far more warmth beckoning him to the world of the conscious.

He groans into his pillow and inhales deeply, eyes still shut. He had been about to tell Brian piss off, it's too bloody early for this when he feels the nuzzle. His eyebrows raise and his eyes open, blearily blinking away the garish light of morning streaming through his windows.

...Oh. Ohh. A sleepy yet cocky grin plays his face and he turns to face her.]

Hullo, stranger.

<3~ excellent~

[calmingly]

[She'd much rather you hold onto her, Will~ Good thing she's there to save that poor pillow from its fate.]

Surprise~

[She props herself up onto one arm, smiling impishly at him. One stockinged foot ran over his leg lightly.]

Got here sooner than anticipated...

[goldenlawedre]

[She doesn't have to wait long for him to snake an arm around her and pull her in. His legs still stretch away lingering bits of sleep, but he nuzzles her neck and sighs contentedly into her skin.]

I couldn't ask for a better morning. To what do I owe this great pleasure?

[disappearing]

[ He tries not to feel too conscious of Riley wriggling closer, but it's a little bit distracting. There's a pause before he answers, wondering if this is really an appropriate or enjoyable shift in conversation. Still, it's not something that he's ever really been given a chance to do with others, talking about things that've happened. ]

I'm divorced. [ There. It's simpler to say than he thought. ] And I think I saw it coming years ago, but never really accepted it because I wanted to be settled and have stability more than I wanted the actual relationship.