[closed/incomplete]
Characters: Agravaine (nevermercy) and Euterpe (museicalme)
Date/Time: Tuesday, 04/19
Location: Agravaine's apartment
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence
Summary: Terpe says the wrong thing at the wrong time.
It was weird how things worked out. After what had happened between them the idea of being in the same room with Agravaine for any extended period of time and things not being an absolute horror show would have seemed impossible to Euterpe, but maybe the fact that they were both sick overshadowed any hostilities he might have felt towards her. Normally, she wouldn't question it, but having been hanging out there since she'd come by to pick up her jacket on Saturday she was starting to feel comfortable.
It wasn't that she hadn't intended to leave; she'd tried on numerous occasions but kept feeling weak or having to vomit, and eventually it just seemed silly to try and move. So now here they were, her laying on the floor using her jacket as a pillow and him on the couch, and she suddenly felt rather chatty, and even a bit... worried. Sitting up slightly, she decided to start talking.
"Hey Grumpy...?" Her voice sounded a rough even to her own ears, but she kept going. "Are you still pissed about that drunk dial thing? I know it was stupid, but that night was just a mess, and after everything I had just wanted to see you... so if you are mad, I'm sorry." There, maybe that would get a dialogue going so she could finally explain herself.
Date/Time: Tuesday, 04/19
Location: Agravaine's apartment
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence
Summary: Terpe says the wrong thing at the wrong time.
It was weird how things worked out. After what had happened between them the idea of being in the same room with Agravaine for any extended period of time and things not being an absolute horror show would have seemed impossible to Euterpe, but maybe the fact that they were both sick overshadowed any hostilities he might have felt towards her. Normally, she wouldn't question it, but having been hanging out there since she'd come by to pick up her jacket on Saturday she was starting to feel comfortable.
It wasn't that she hadn't intended to leave; she'd tried on numerous occasions but kept feeling weak or having to vomit, and eventually it just seemed silly to try and move. So now here they were, her laying on the floor using her jacket as a pillow and him on the couch, and she suddenly felt rather chatty, and even a bit... worried. Sitting up slightly, she decided to start talking.
"Hey Grumpy...?" Her voice sounded a rough even to her own ears, but she kept going. "Are you still pissed about that drunk dial thing? I know it was stupid, but that night was just a mess, and after everything I had just wanted to see you... so if you are mad, I'm sorry." There, maybe that would get a dialogue going so she could finally explain herself.