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sortinghat_logs2012-12-23 09:33 pm
higherthaneverybody) wrote in sortinghat_logs2012-12-23 09:33 pm
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Don't say a prayer for me now
WHO: Rhys Rhydderch and Dolores Maryam
TONE: Awkward, bittersweet
RATING: R for discussion of adult situations
WHEN: The morning after the age up event
WHERE: Dolores's rooms
WHAT: Rhys wakes up in an unfamiliar bed
Rhys stirred sluggishly in the bed, his eyes opening slowly. He smiled to himself, feeling the pleasant ache in his body as he stretched and the tightness and sting of what were probably several bites and scratches on his neck and back, all signs of a very good night indeed. How long had it been since he'd properly indulged? Far too long - but at his age he just didn't have the patience for one night stands or brief affairs any more. Thinking back to last night, though ...
Except, he couldn't. His mind was hazy, clouded. He remembered that something had happened, and was left with an impression of pleasure and deep satisfaction and affection? But there was no clear memory associated with it. Frowning, he rolled onto his back and regarded the smooth, naked form stretched out next to him. He reached out to push a sheaf of black hair out of her face, and ...
"Dolores?"
TONE: Awkward, bittersweet
RATING: R for discussion of adult situations
WHEN: The morning after the age up event
WHERE: Dolores's rooms
WHAT: Rhys wakes up in an unfamiliar bed
Rhys stirred sluggishly in the bed, his eyes opening slowly. He smiled to himself, feeling the pleasant ache in his body as he stretched and the tightness and sting of what were probably several bites and scratches on his neck and back, all signs of a very good night indeed. How long had it been since he'd properly indulged? Far too long - but at his age he just didn't have the patience for one night stands or brief affairs any more. Thinking back to last night, though ...
Except, he couldn't. His mind was hazy, clouded. He remembered that something had happened, and was left with an impression of pleasure and deep satisfaction and affection? But there was no clear memory associated with it. Frowning, he rolled onto his back and regarded the smooth, naked form stretched out next to him. He reached out to push a sheaf of black hair out of her face, and ...
"Dolores?"