[for iggy] a friend in need's a friend indeed
Things have been happening too quickly, and Adrian was tired already without having so many new faces around, and without hearing so many new voices, and mostly, mostly, without feeling, smelling, sensing so many different natures in his vicinity.
His sleep is fitful.
He'd look for Rose in her dreams, but he knows it would be meaningless.
When he wakes up, it's almost twilight. Good. He can actually go out on his balcony without being afraid he'd be fried. Moroi have a certain resistance to sunlight, but it's no excessive -- exposing himself to direct, full sunlight would mean torture and, most probably, death.
If a certain young friend with wings and an inclination for cooking (and food in general) wandered at any time out of wherever he is, he'd find Adrian sitting on a rocking chair, his sunglasses on, smoking one of his cigarettes and being miserable.
His sleep is fitful.
He'd look for Rose in her dreams, but he knows it would be meaningless.
When he wakes up, it's almost twilight. Good. He can actually go out on his balcony without being afraid he'd be fried. Moroi have a certain resistance to sunlight, but it's no excessive -- exposing himself to direct, full sunlight would mean torture and, most probably, death.
If a certain young friend with wings and an inclination for cooking (and food in general) wandered at any time out of wherever he is, he'd find Adrian sitting on a rocking chair, his sunglasses on, smoking one of his cigarettes and being miserable.