012 - set yourself on fire
After the events of last night... I don't think I'm as keen on the kissing game as I previously thought I was. But I did get a few kisses out of Fullmetal, which eased the pain and made it all worth while.
I am a fucking mess. That asshole left a mark so deep on my throat it will surely scar over.
I am covered in cuts and bruises, and the worst part about it is I didn't care at the time.
Well, I certainly care now. He would have broken all my bones if I had let him.
Who was the man I was fucking? He couldn't possibly have been the same person I had been drinking with. The Turk seemed so pleasant, if not a little flagrant, before... I am not so easily spooked, but those eyes were eyes of a man possessed.
Isn't it just sex? Why then did he look so damned troubled? I did not come with strings attached. I just wanted him on that fucking table. On the floor. It didn't matter. I wanted him more than... I've wanted anyone in quite a while.
Nevertheless, I guess he won by default being that I passed out. How very dignified of me.
Why do I feel like I've scraped by with my life?
What is it about redheads? I thought I liked them for their flair and infectious personality, but... If I keep this up, they'll be the death of me.
( OOC: Right, even though Roy got laid he's pretty mad for obvious reasons... so if he's a bitch for the next day I'm sorry. ♥
EDIT: My bad. We finished the log. He did NOT get laid. The log will be posted ASAP. )
I am a fucking mess. That asshole left a mark so deep on my throat it will surely scar over.
I am covered in cuts and bruises, and the worst part about it is I didn't care at the time.
Well, I certainly care now. He would have broken all my bones if I had let him.
Who was the man I was fucking? He couldn't possibly have been the same person I had been drinking with. The Turk seemed so pleasant, if not a little flagrant, before... I am not so easily spooked, but those eyes were eyes of a man possessed.
Isn't it just sex? Why then did he look so damned troubled? I did not come with strings attached. I just wanted him on that fucking table. On the floor. It didn't matter. I wanted him more than... I've wanted anyone in quite a while.
Nevertheless, I guess he won by default being that I passed out. How very dignified of me.
Why do I feel like I've scraped by with my life?
What is it about redheads? I thought I liked them for their flair and infectious personality, but... If I keep this up, they'll be the death of me.
( OOC: Right, even though Roy got laid he's pretty mad for obvious reasons... so if he's a bitch for the next day I'm sorry. ♥
EDIT: My bad. We finished the log. He did NOT get laid. The log will be posted ASAP. )