╰ 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]

[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 motionless. On instinct he wanted to fly into a rage, call her naive, remind her of what he did-- but he didn't move one bit. Nothing. Because now Drake wanted to hear if she admitted to anything else she wouldn't normally tell him.

From their fight they had when she first arrived in Somarium several months ago, Elena knew better than to toss her overly noble (read: naive) ways around him. She knew he would criticize her.

Well now he was going to let those thoughts sit for a moment. See if she said anything else while he was in a "coma" or if she even admitted to it when he wakes up. He highly doubted the latter.]

[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 determined it was safer to say something before she started swinging at her "intruder."]

[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 that he was awake )

[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 )

[assworthsaving]

[and have Elena at my beck and call? sure! That means he should keep her distracted, right? That delightful little moan and the squirming beneath him only made him want to continue. Very delicately he trailed two fingers past her jawline then down her neck, lingering at her collarbone. His long fingers toyed with the thin strap of her nightgown and eventually slid it down her shoulder- cocking an eyebrow as he did so, and despite their eyes being closed. As if the expression was a hint towards his intentions.

Drake responded to her hungry kisses, mouth pressed firmly against hers, head tilted at a desirable angle so as to kiss her as passionately as possible. She was comfortably warm- hot, even, and literally speaking (as well as figuratively). It was cold outside and it didn't seem to matter if the heater was on or not- just that he was wrapped together with her.]

[lastyears_model]

( another shiver ran along her spine brought on by the soft touches and her skin prickled with goosebumps. she lifted her hand from his arm to press her palm to the side of his neck instead, brushing her fingers against the hair at the back of it. it hadn’t been her intent to just jump into a make out session with the man once he were to wake up, but she didn’t have any complaints on the matter, there were worse things they could have been getting into after all

she lingered a while longer with their kiss before she had to reluctantly pull her mouth from being pressed against his to inhale a breath into her burning lungs. panting a breath, she set her forehead to rest against his own, lips tugging into a smirk as she caught her breath )

Missed me too, I take it…

[assworthsaving]

[When she pulled away he slowly opened his eyes and put on a smirk to match her own. Elena- such a cute smile, but such a violent girl, and yet he wouldn't have it any other way. Well. Maybe less punching. He shrugged when she spoke and paused as if he were truly thinking it over, letting a minute pass by-

Then he flashed a cocky smile, fingers still playing with the strap of her nightgown.]

Nooo. [chuckles] Not at all.

Besides, I had dreams to keep me company.