[closed] // Oh, I've been taming bloody hearts into valentines
Who: Scar lonestray and Lust sonvisage
When: Just after this exchange.
Where: Scar's apartment.
Format: Actionspamminess.
What: Drunk!Scar mistakes Lust for someone else. Awkwardness ahead.
Warnings: Angst. Awkward. Drunks.
I'm outside your door.
[Doesn't feel the chill, (sometimes she notices, sometimes she doesn't, it's strange.) but she tightens the shawl around her shoulders, a shiver running through her as she stands in the familiar doorway. It should look familiar - she's left things here before - gone out of her way to pass by when a part of her knows she should leave well enough alone.]
[She'd only wanted to make sure that he hadn't vanished, too. Well, he hadn't, but she was willing to bet that a good deal of alcohol had. He'd sounded drunk. May as well get it over with. At the very least there was this. Words meant for someone else - but all the same she had never expected to hear them. She'd frozen on impulse - an echo of what it had felt like to be in that locket's presence just before dying - only she'd been able to push through it - able to flee.
Straight to his doorstep despite her better judgment.]
I was...
...close by.
[It's a lie, but she waits for the door to open.]
When: Just after this exchange.
Where: Scar's apartment.
Format: Actionspamminess.
What: Drunk!Scar mistakes Lust for someone else. Awkwardness ahead.
Warnings: Angst. Awkward. Drunks.
I'm outside your door.
[Doesn't feel the chill, (sometimes she notices, sometimes she doesn't, it's strange.) but she tightens the shawl around her shoulders, a shiver running through her as she stands in the familiar doorway. It should look familiar - she's left things here before - gone out of her way to pass by when a part of her knows she should leave well enough alone.]
[She'd only wanted to make sure that he hadn't vanished, too. Well, he hadn't, but she was willing to bet that a good deal of alcohol had. He'd sounded drunk. May as well get it over with. At the very least there was this. Words meant for someone else - but all the same she had never expected to hear them. She'd frozen on impulse - an echo of what it had felt like to be in that locket's presence just before dying - only she'd been able to push through it - able to flee.
Straight to his doorstep despite her better judgment.]
I was...
...close by.
[It's a lie, but she waits for the door to open.]