[Thread] Back in Dor-Pente
Characters: AU!Sha Gojyo, OU!Skuld and AU!Jean Havoc
Where: Dor-Pente
When: After Gojyo gets throughly sex/smex'd up here.
Summary: Drunk, tired and still unstable, Gojyo unwittingly stumbles back into Dor-Pente, where Skuld and Havoc are waiting...
Warnings: language, violence, angst...
He probably wasn't aware that it was to Dor-Pente that he was heading back to. This wasn't the first time Gojyo had stumbled home half-conscious after a good night's out; Hakkai had asked curiously how he managed it several times before. Back when they still loved together in the same house. Back before--
Gojyo didn't know how he did it himself, actually. Wasn't that the point of being drunk and sated though, to not be completely conscious of what you're doing? What was more strange than him stumbling back to Dor-Pente was that he was stumbling back to Dor-Pente. A new Dor-Pente even. He hadn't been there long enough to call it home.
But then, like Hakkai said before, home wasn't really a place. It was the people in it and they could be on the road, forever moving, but they'd still be home. A girl's face flashed in his mind's eye, hazy. Skuld. Skuld was home now. Sort of. The girl's face made him stop from moving forward, remembering how they hadn't parted on good terms. That Gojyo had--he had--the memory faded and he continued walking.
He let himself into Dor-Pente, staggered forward, and fell heavily towards the couch, passed out even before he hit it. He was quite the sight. Clothes torn and tousled, his shirt pulled out of his pants which had the button undone and zipper half-zipped down, jacket half-off. He smelled of sex and there were kiss marks and bruises all over visible skin.
Where: Dor-Pente
When: After Gojyo gets throughly sex/smex'd up here.
Summary: Drunk, tired and still unstable, Gojyo unwittingly stumbles back into Dor-Pente, where Skuld and Havoc are waiting...
Warnings: language, violence, angst...
He probably wasn't aware that it was to Dor-Pente that he was heading back to. This wasn't the first time Gojyo had stumbled home half-conscious after a good night's out; Hakkai had asked curiously how he managed it several times before. Back when they still loved together in the same house. Back before--
Gojyo didn't know how he did it himself, actually. Wasn't that the point of being drunk and sated though, to not be completely conscious of what you're doing? What was more strange than him stumbling back to Dor-Pente was that he was stumbling back to Dor-Pente. A new Dor-Pente even. He hadn't been there long enough to call it home.
But then, like Hakkai said before, home wasn't really a place. It was the people in it and they could be on the road, forever moving, but they'd still be home. A girl's face flashed in his mind's eye, hazy. Skuld. Skuld was home now. Sort of. The girl's face made him stop from moving forward, remembering how they hadn't parted on good terms. That Gojyo had--he had--the memory faded and he continued walking.
He let himself into Dor-Pente, staggered forward, and fell heavily towards the couch, passed out even before he hit it. He was quite the sight. Clothes torn and tousled, his shirt pulled out of his pants which had the button undone and zipper half-zipped down, jacket half-off. He smelled of sex and there were kiss marks and bruises all over visible skin.