here comes the neighborhood
Who: Adrian Veidt, Eiki Yamaxanadu (other housemates welcome to join in)
Where: 5724 Cunningham Lane
What: Adrian gets an unwanted and unexpected Valentine's Day "present".
When: The morning of Valentine's Day.
Warnings: None yet.
[It's been years, in his own world, since Adrian shared a bed with anyone, or at least since he woke up still sharing it. There were one night stands, to be certain, but they left with knowing efficiency upon the completion of the task, and when Adrian saw them again later across a conference room or passing in the hallway, there would be an exchange of polite nodding and perhaps a knowing smile between the two of them.
But even this was months ago, before the Manhattan Incident. Since then, there hadn't been enough time for even a temporary liason. Even if there had been, Adrian wasn't certain he would have allowed himself to enjoy himself that way after what had happened.
This, of course, makes it a deeply disconcerting surprise when he awakens feeling a soft, warm body in the bed beside him.]
Was ist-
[He sits up abruptly and stares in the darkness, trying to make out something of the woman's form. Did he drink?
No, no, he'd remember drinking. He remembers everything.
He shifts a little and realizes that he's not in his usual nightclothes either, and the first sound of a weak laugh escapes his lips.]
Where: 5724 Cunningham Lane
What: Adrian gets an unwanted and unexpected Valentine's Day "present".
When: The morning of Valentine's Day.
Warnings: None yet.
[It's been years, in his own world, since Adrian shared a bed with anyone, or at least since he woke up still sharing it. There were one night stands, to be certain, but they left with knowing efficiency upon the completion of the task, and when Adrian saw them again later across a conference room or passing in the hallway, there would be an exchange of polite nodding and perhaps a knowing smile between the two of them.
But even this was months ago, before the Manhattan Incident. Since then, there hadn't been enough time for even a temporary liason. Even if there had been, Adrian wasn't certain he would have allowed himself to enjoy himself that way after what had happened.
This, of course, makes it a deeply disconcerting surprise when he awakens feeling a soft, warm body in the bed beside him.]
Was ist-
[He sits up abruptly and stares in the darkness, trying to make out something of the woman's form. Did he drink?
No, no, he'd remember drinking. He remembers everything.
He shifts a little and realizes that he's not in his usual nightclothes either, and the first sound of a weak laugh escapes his lips.]