╰ no diabolical warlords? || log 001 || ☭

[lastyears_model]

Who; lastyears_model & assworthsaving
Where; Zephry Pointe Complex Room 307
Style; Whatever.
Status; Closed.

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[assworthsaving]

[But little did the unsuspecting journalist know that Drake had actually woken up today.

At some point when she was gone- out where he wasn't exactly sure, he had woken up and wandered the place in a confused state. It had taken him a while to recall where the hell he was, what day it was, how long he had been out- that last one being the real shocker.

Over a month he had been in a sleep coma.

He was familiar with them because of Elena and a couple of his other friends had fallen into them. But for this long? And of course he spent his time going through his phone- checking updates to what he had missed, anything he could find, really. He didn't get very far, but he could always get details from Elena

how do i has action log?

[lastyears_model]

( when no answer to any of her words aimed at him came, Elena sighed again. she was doing that a lot. it was awkward for the woman, most of the time she would be living with a boatload of noise - at least for the most part she would be talking with Nate, or someone else via her ‘phone’ - and while it had been nice to get out that one night that she went to visit Naomi, she was starting to get lonely. apparently enough so that she was even taking to speaking with Flynn; on friendly terms at that. )

It’s really quiet here without you. I’m even starting to miss your stupid jokes.

( glancing over him, she leaned forward just slightly to fix the pillow beneath his head slightly )

Come on, Nate… it’s been over a month…

( pushing her hands through her hair, she sighed )

[assworthsaving]

[Miss his stupid jokes? Oh. Well all the more reason to maintain that straight, sleeping face of his. And it was taking a lot of willpower to ignore the sad tone in her voice. At the very least it was helping to not make him smile and blow his cover--

Not that it was good that she was feeling lonely, either.

He would make it up to her after his stupid joke. Really make it up to her. Especially after he nearly lost her...]

[lastyears_model]

( for a while, she just stared at the man before her. she was tapping her fingers against her knee, trying to think of something to talk to him about. at the moment, there wasn’t really much to say. heaving a sigh, she let a soft grunt pass her lips as she hoisted herself up from the coffee table’s edge and brushed her hands along her pants gently )

So… like I was telling you before, about that statue and the swinging knives- ( not that the man could really hear her, but, Elena felt better when she talked to him. it made things almost seem normal for her. almost ) It started attacking, was a huge mess. It was using those knives I mentioned and some sort of energy against people… Anyway one of the knives hit the mountain and cracked it

[assworthsaving]

[That caught his attention as he silently listened. What did she mean that she mentioned this before-- oh. Right. Seems like she really has been talking to his coma'd self for this long. Of course Drake was equally as interested in checking out these restricted areas now...

But the statue coming to life? He thought something was off about it when he had went and investigated it himself a few months ago. Mostly he was glad she wasn't hurt-- perhaps him falling into a coma was a blessing as it seems to have kept her more grounded. He really couldn't handle a repeat of what happened to her so recently.

All this overflow of information and updates was aiding in keeping him still, silent, as he listened to what he had unfortunately missed.

Chloe's disappearance yet again no longer shocked him. The woman had come and gone just as many times here as she did back home. This time he had barely even spoken to her so it was almost as if she hadn't returned a third time.

Even when Elena mentioned the stuff about Flynn he was perfectly

[lastyears_model]

( she was about to go on, something about how she pitied Flynn, maybe even something about how she could have forgave him - instead, she lifted her hand and glanced to the watch decorating her wrist. pushing her hand through her hair she let a yawn pass her lips )

I guess you really aren’t going to wake up tonight, huh? ( a frown ) Maybe tomorrow…

Stay warm… ( leaning, she tucked the blanket more properly around him to do just that for the night. she sighed and began to make her way from the couch toward the hall to go to bed ) Sleep well, Nate…

( under her breath as she walked toward her room there was a distinct ‘I miss you’; something she told him every night before crawling into bed alone )

[assworthsaving]

[She was going to bed? Even better.

But Drake waited a few moments until she would be settled and because he was still muddling over what he heard. He wasn't sure if he should bring up the Flynn-thing now or wait till morning. The proper way to handle this would be to give it some time and think about it- though Drake never did things that way.

Maybe tonight he could make an exception. She seemed sad and he really didn't feel like arguing right now. Regardless of those two points, however, he opted to play it by ear.

But now was the time to move. He opened his eyes and lifted his head to see if he could spot any movement coming from across the room and down the short hallway--

Nothing. Lights were off, too.

Carefully he slid off the couch and sneaked across the floor before ducking soundlessly into their room. Her back was facing him and he crouched down as he approached the bed and in one swift motion he slid beneath the covers and pressed himself firmly against her back.]

Well I do know of a few ways to stay warm.

[He

[lastyears_model]

( it had taken her just a few minutes to change into her nightgown, crawl into her bed and shut off her light. she thought about reading but the novel she had with her was one that she had read a number of times now and was growing sick of it. having shut off the light, she rolled onto her side and hugged a pillow to her chest.

closing her eyes she began to drift off, she didn’t even hear the door creak opened or his footsteps on the floor. she barely felt the blankets shifting when he pulled them back but the moment he placed himself onto her bed, her eyes shot opened. her body jerked as he touched her and her breath hitched when he spoke )

Nate-!? ( jesus christ, was he trying to give her a heart attack?! she rolled over slightly, still pressed against him, peering over her shoulder at him ) Nate, thank god…! ( rolling over even further to face him she threw her arms around his shoulders and squeezed; for the moment not realizing that he was making it a bit clear to her that he had heard her telling him to stay warm which meant

[assworthsaving]

[The moment he felt her body stiffen he was bracing for impact of some sort. But that never came, or at least not in the form of a punch. Instead she frantically wrapped her arms around him and Drake complied by sliding his about her waist, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

God did he miss the way she smelled. He gave her another squeeze for good measure.]

Y'know you worry too much. [his voice was muffled against her neck] You keep doing that and you'll end up with grey hair before me.

[lastyears_model]

( fingers found their way into his hair, squeezing. she closed her eyes, inhaling his scent, shifting in her position on the bed to slide her legs against his own, tangling up with him a bit. it was the simplest and quickest way for her to know that he really was there with her and not still unconscious on the couch )

I’ll be grey long before you will either way. ( with how much she worries about Nate? yeah, she hasn’t got a chance )

…wait, did you say you can think of ways to keep warm? ( slooowly it was dawning on her ) You son of a- How long were you awake…!? ( feel that? it’s an awesome tug on your hair Nate )

[assworthsaving]

[Drake was practically melting into her embrace. Almost completely forgetting what he had the conflict with--]

Ahh--! [Oh. There it is. He remembers now. Did you have to pull so hard?] Jeez, Elena. Way to ruin the tender moment. [His scalp is sensitive, okay? He mumbles, but it's coherent.] You may be grey before me, but I'll be bald if you keep that up.

[And it seemed like such a good thing to say at the time. Just a nice, smooth transition from her last not!conversation with him. Figures he would pick the wrong thing to say. What is subtle?

Time to think his way out of this mess.]

Uh-

[Ever the intelligent reply. After a moment of staring at her with his mouth hanging open he decided to flash her his most dashing smile and shrugged his shoulders innocently.]

-what answer can I give that'll get me in the least amount of trouble?

[lastyears_model]

I will shave your head just to make sure you’re bald before I’m grey if I have to.

( ahh, that familiar feeling. what is love without bickering anyway? the grin and the shrug did nothing to prove his innocence, she jerked her arm back and hit a good charlie horse into the man’s upper arm )

I’m going to kill you!

( think fast Nate, don’t you want that loving feeling to come back? you know you do )

[assworthsaving]

[you can't shave cement Welp. He was a dead man. Might as well boldly face it in all its splendor and dive head first into the unknown--

But not before he got something out of it.

Ignoring the terrible pain shooting up his arm, Drake gently grasped her shoulders and pushed her back firmly against the bed. Then, continuing the fluidity of his actions, positioned himself on top of her and pressed his lips against hers.

Is this loving feeling distracting enough for you?]

[lastyears_model]

( fair point, she didn’t think of that a gasp left her as she was forced against the bed, a blush colored her cheeks as he leaned over herself. the feel of his lips against her own managed to force her irritation aside in the moment from her having longed to kiss him throughout the entire time he had been unconscious. rather than fight him off the same way she might have any other given time they were bickering and he’d tried to solve the problem with a kiss, she lifted her chin to return his affections, closing her eyes in the process )

[assworthsaving]

[Success! And that is how you tame a wild Elena. Not that he would get in the habit of resorting to this too much since it usually had a high failure rate. What worked in his favour was that as mad as she was- he just woke up today and it was clear (he knew for a fact because he listened) that she missed him.

So he takes the opportunity that she so graciously grants him and deepens the kiss as her head tilts back. His tongue slides past her lips and he moans with gratitude and longing against her mouth.]

[lastyears_model]

( do you want to name the wild Elena you just captured, poke-trainer Nate? normally she would have been shoving him off of herself, hitting and kicking at him, yelling, calling him names and generally making a huge fuss about him being an ass and making a bad joke in a bad situation like always. luckily for Nate, Elena had missed him more than she could find words to describe so the last thing on her mind, even in her anger, was berating him once he’d kissed her. the feel of his tongue sliding past her lips sent a shiver along her spine but she met it with her own, a gentle moan the only noise she replies with from the sensation of it

it had really been far too long. fingers curling in his hair, palm grasping his arm where she’d previously chucked him, the reporter continued to match his depth, panting breaths through her nose. she was almost kissing hungrily, having longed for it so much and like most times when she kissed him, she felt like she was on fire from the warmth it caused throughout )