RNJ...I refuse--Have a 2/1 for the awkwardonlytolerableJanuary 30 2012, 12:54:53 UTC
(So, I rolled to see which of your characters to tag. Then I rolled to see which of mine. *sigh* Then I rolled for scenario and kept getting stuff like 1/1 or 2/5 or 3/2 which would be horrible H!V Verse. I refuse. So I rolled until I found an acceptable number.)
[A trip sounded like a good idea. It had been years and years since Sophie had been off Deck. She didn't want to miss the Bookseller's Convention, so her friends had urged her to go. At the last minute, she'd asked Cadogan to come with her. No, it wasn't because she needed a keeper Outside. Well, maybe....
Then there'd been the party and the drinking, followed by dancing and more drinking and roller coasters and more drinking and gambling and blowing on dice and more drinking and...her head. Ow.
If it wasn't for the little men jackhammering her brain, she'd have noticed the warm body she's sprawled across first thing. Sophie stills. She's not sure which would be worse: a stranger, or Cadogan. Oh, Dear. She's afraid to look.]
/swats RNG on the nose with rolled-up paper repeatedlydiemwntJanuary 30 2012, 13:54:53 UTC
[Of course he trusted her to go alone and be safe. But of course he said yes to keeping an eye on her while she traveled. The Deck-born are hardly idiots or overly naive, but there was simply something to having been born in the outside world that made transitions a little smoother, life a little easier.
He had honestly tried to be a proper monitor. He'd lasted through the first round of drinks quite well. But... they'd been so tired lately. So busy and overwrought and thrown out of balance and then she'd been beaming so happily when she asked him to dance with her that he'd taken the shot of vodka and the rest had descended into blackness.
It's only starting to shake away now as too much light filters into the room and he starts to shift against the darkness, peer hazily through mostly shut eyes at the room around them.
How does it know? How. Does. It. KNOW?onlytolerableJanuary 30 2012, 18:56:28 UTC
[Sophie feels the change in his breathing and calculates the odds of sliding out of bed, sheet and all, and making a break for...she cracks open an eye...her room. They're in her room.
Marvelous. Short of running into the bathroom and locking the door, there is no escape. She lifts her left hand to her aching head. That's when she notices the extra weight and something on her finger glimmering in the dim morning light.]
It senses hideous and latches on.diemwntJanuary 31 2012, 07:22:59 UTC
[His fingers move fumbling over the sheets, search for the chain, the ring, anywhere on the bed. He doesn't find them. He does, in his daze, find another human being.
with clawsonlytolerableJanuary 31 2012, 11:27:03 UTC
[Sophie doesn't wear rings. She doesn't own any rings save for a few pieces of the family jewelry safely locked away. She stares, perplexed, at the one that seems to have sprung around her finger in her sleep.
No...that isn't right. Memory begins to trickle through the cracks. There'd been a fat Elvis dressed in white jumpsuit and cape singing Love Me Tender. And daisies. She remembered giggling--giggling!--and clutching a posy of daisies. That much was real. She sees them from the corner of her eye, lying crumpled and wilted on the bedside table.
She dares to look and squints against the light and almost jumps out of her skin when she sees him looking back. Cadogan.]
[He doesn't remember any of that. He remembers taking Sophie off-Deck. He remembers her smiling. He remembers being happy.
His attention can't focus on why they're in a bed together, why he doesn't remember last night, why his mind is attempting to implode in on itself with hammering pain.
It can focus on fumbling to her left hand. He knows that ring. He thinks. He needs to see it closer.]
[Thankfully, the rest of the night remains hazy, but Sophie is becoming horribly aware of the brush of the sheets against her skin...skin.
The blush sweeps up from her feet to her hair roots, and her heart starts thundering against her chest. She doesn't mean to, but she flinches a little when he touches her. Sophie bites her lower lip and immediately slips her hand into his. She didn't mean to. It's just...skin. A horrible suspicion begins to brew in her head.
2.5. Seriously, RNG? Seriously?ishineonJanuary 30 2012, 15:52:24 UTC
[It sickens her to wear his ring, more than Frederick's. So of course she's discarding it every chance she gets, stuffing it haphazardly into her pocket in lieu of being able to simply toss it out the window.]
...we've been here before. RNG, why do you love crazed!Cadogan.diemwntJanuary 30 2012, 16:47:14 UTC
[Oh, that's just not nice.
That might be why he's taken to popping up at her elbow at random more often now that they're married, silent and sharp and intimately close to her neck. She's not meant to be misbehaving. Not with what he knows about Hector, about Helena, about a web of rather sticky lines Rachel hadn't been made privy to.]
Next time it tries for that, we should pull crazed!Sade. Fair is fair.ishineonJanuary 30 2012, 17:29:43 UTC
[She's learned not to jump when he appears. She's learned instead to be still, to smile for him and be sweet and soft and lovely. So, though her smile has an edge of teeth in it, she turns to him, tilting her head up to kiss him.
...I don't even know how that would. But fair IS fair.diemwntJanuary 31 2012, 01:26:05 UTC
[He isn't an idiot. He's a touch south of proper, perhaps, but he's not crazy, not broken, not without his wits about him. And she's lying to him when he smiles.
It's just that he can't help how nice it feels to catch light hold of her chin and press a warm kiss against her lips, even if she's resisting, even if she doesn't love him back the way he loves her.]
[She doesn't resist when they're like this. She always yields, because it makes things easier, even though it makes her stomach roil with revulsion. Resistance comes in other ways, smaller and more subtle. The ring. Using her former hyphenated name instead of his.
Working to unravel the web she tangled herself into, that he caught her in.]
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[A trip sounded like a good idea. It had been years and years since Sophie had been off Deck. She didn't want to miss the Bookseller's Convention, so her friends had urged her to go. At the last minute, she'd asked Cadogan to come with her. No, it wasn't because she needed a keeper Outside. Well, maybe....
Then there'd been the party and the drinking, followed by dancing and more drinking and roller coasters and more drinking and gambling and blowing on dice and more drinking and...her head. Ow.
If it wasn't for the little men jackhammering her brain, she'd have noticed the warm body she's sprawled across first thing. Sophie stills. She's not sure which would be worse: a stranger, or Cadogan. Oh, Dear. She's afraid to look.]
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He had honestly tried to be a proper monitor. He'd lasted through the first round of drinks quite well. But... they'd been so tired lately. So busy and overwrought and thrown out of balance and then she'd been beaming so happily when she asked him to dance with her that he'd taken the shot of vodka and the rest had descended into blackness.
It's only starting to shake away now as too much light filters into the room and he starts to shift against the darkness, peer hazily through mostly shut eyes at the room around them.
...his mother's ring isn't around his neck.]
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Marvelous. Short of running into the bathroom and locking the door, there is no escape. She lifts her left hand to her aching head. That's when she notices the extra weight and something on her finger glimmering in the dim morning light.]
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A human being his squinting tells him is Sophie.
What on earth.]
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No...that isn't right. Memory begins to trickle through the cracks. There'd been a fat Elvis dressed in white jumpsuit and cape singing Love Me Tender. And daisies. She remembered giggling--giggling!--and clutching a posy of daisies. That much was real. She sees them from the corner of her eye, lying crumpled and wilted on the bedside table.
She dares to look and squints against the light and almost jumps out of her skin when she sees him looking back. Cadogan.]
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His attention can't focus on why they're in a bed together, why he doesn't remember last night, why his mind is attempting to implode in on itself with hammering pain.
It can focus on fumbling to her left hand. He knows that ring. He thinks. He needs to see it closer.]
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The blush sweeps up from her feet to her hair roots, and her heart starts thundering against her chest. She doesn't mean to, but she flinches a little when he touches her. Sophie bites her lower lip and immediately slips her hand into his. She didn't mean to. It's just...skin. A horrible suspicion begins to brew in her head.
He's going to have a fit.]
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That might be why he's taken to popping up at her elbow at random more often now that they're married, silent and sharp and intimately close to her neck. She's not meant to be misbehaving. Not with what he knows about Hector, about Helena, about a web of rather sticky lines Rachel hadn't been made privy to.]
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The ring remains in her pocket, naturally.]
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It's just that he can't help how nice it feels to catch light hold of her chin and press a warm kiss against her lips, even if she's resisting, even if she doesn't love him back the way he loves her.]
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Working to unravel the web she tangled herself into, that he caught her in.]
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