[CLOSED] The Morning After!
Characters: Pip Bernadette & Erza Scarlet [coyotealpha & armorgal]
Content: THE MORNING AFTER What happened in the morning following after this thread.
Setting: Some... room in an inn around Trewe.
Time: Late morning-ish, while the crew is still freaking out over Hexadecimal destroying the cabins.
Warnings: NOTHING AT ALL. REALLY. Besides the possibility of bones breaking.
It was kind of hard to remember what had happened last night - Pip knew he had drank quite a bit than what he usually did, but he wasn't really drunk; more on the side of tipsy, but there was enough alcohol in his system to fuzz up the memories and give him enough of a migraine as he roused into conciousness. The man let out a soft groan as he woke up, wincing at the sunlight that was filtering through the windows and blinding his vision. He raised one of his (ungloved) hands to press against the pain throbbing in his cranium, frowning as he tried to recall the night's events. There was the party at the tavern, and then he was with Erza, and then they...
The man stopped there and then as realization started to sink into his mind, and it took all within him not to bolt in a knee-jerk reaction right there and then as he stared down to find none other than Erza Scarlet draped across him, half-naked and fortunately not looking as if they had did anything at all last night. Which was... very good. Pip didn't want to know what would happened if things turned out otherwise.
Initial scare dealt with, Pip cautiously moved his other hand that had be on Erza's back and shifted it up to her hair, stroking it quietly as he let a small smile cross his lips. As scary as she could be at times, her soft side was surprisingly gentle. It was kind of like a proportional equation between her terrifying and this... very adorable side of her.
...he could really come to like this.
Content: THE MORNING AFTER What happened in the morning following after this thread.
Setting: Some... room in an inn around Trewe.
Time: Late morning-ish, while the crew is still freaking out over Hexadecimal destroying the cabins.
Warnings: NOTHING AT ALL. REALLY. Besides the possibility of bones breaking.
It was kind of hard to remember what had happened last night - Pip knew he had drank quite a bit than what he usually did, but he wasn't really drunk; more on the side of tipsy, but there was enough alcohol in his system to fuzz up the memories and give him enough of a migraine as he roused into conciousness. The man let out a soft groan as he woke up, wincing at the sunlight that was filtering through the windows and blinding his vision. He raised one of his (ungloved) hands to press against the pain throbbing in his cranium, frowning as he tried to recall the night's events. There was the party at the tavern, and then he was with Erza, and then they...
The man stopped there and then as realization started to sink into his mind, and it took all within him not to bolt in a knee-jerk reaction right there and then as he stared down to find none other than Erza Scarlet draped across him, half-naked and fortunately not looking as if they had did anything at all last night. Which was... very good. Pip didn't want to know what would happened if things turned out otherwise.
Initial scare dealt with, Pip cautiously moved his other hand that had be on Erza's back and shifted it up to her hair, stroking it quietly as he let a small smile cross his lips. As scary as she could be at times, her soft side was surprisingly gentle. It was kind of like a proportional equation between her terrifying and this... very adorable side of her.
...he could really come to like this.