Coffee and Keys - OTA
It was a morning - well, an afternoon really - for coffee. Entertaining one's most insatiable and vigorous client until the wee hours of the morning while fun was also taxing on the body. The wizard brushed the back of his hand over the yellowing bruise on his jaw, an attempt to itch it without actually applying too much pressure. The few hours of dead sleep he'd had proved refreshing, and a long, hot shower cured many ills, but his body hadn't quite fully recovered yet. The bruise on his jaw was the least of the physical remnants of the early morning's activities.
Yes. A strong, aromatic, straight brew was in most definitely in order even if it did mean venturing forth into the chill Winter outside again. Draco tilted his head back and yawned, releasing a plume of frozen breath into the air. The damp ends of his hair were stiff with cold, and the whole of it was messily pulled back from his face into a tail. Both hands were stuffed in the warm confines of his wool coat, the left one holding tight onto a metal key out of habit now, ever since it had appeared there a few weeks ago.
Draco walked past Esme's Interior Designs, and remembered what the key was for, what it meant. The wizard sighed, and stopped to stare through the window into the dark shop. He knew the key fit into the lock and he could bring the shop back to life again. But.
His thumb and forefinger came up to rub at his tired eyes. "Fuck. I really do need that coffee."
Yes. A strong, aromatic, straight brew was in most definitely in order even if it did mean venturing forth into the chill Winter outside again. Draco tilted his head back and yawned, releasing a plume of frozen breath into the air. The damp ends of his hair were stiff with cold, and the whole of it was messily pulled back from his face into a tail. Both hands were stuffed in the warm confines of his wool coat, the left one holding tight onto a metal key out of habit now, ever since it had appeared there a few weeks ago.
Draco walked past Esme's Interior Designs, and remembered what the key was for, what it meant. The wizard sighed, and stopped to stare through the window into the dark shop. He knew the key fit into the lock and he could bring the shop back to life again. But.
His thumb and forefinger came up to rub at his tired eyes. "Fuck. I really do need that coffee."