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| mallyapple19 | Dec 6 2016, 04:02 AM Post #141 |
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A night of blurs.... possibly the only accurate identifier for the remainder of that evening, for all parties involved. And so the night passed, uneventful in some places and quite eventful in others. For Casimir, he found himself blacked out in his California King bed, his head buried under a pillow. Though the back wall of his room was solid windows overlooking the forest that ever-encroached upon the city, they were custom-made to filter out an exceptional amount of sunlight and heat..but it still wasn't ALL the light. So when he heard the vibrating of his mobile somewhere on the floor of his bedroom... his eyes dragged open and the light his windows did allow in made him sigh. It was morning already.... and he felt a monster headache swimming around in his skull that threatened to destroy any idea of productivity he had planned for the day. Though he was loathe to do it, he shifted the pillow off his head to look over to his right to see if there was going to be another body in his bed. To be honest... he couldn't remember everything that had, or had not, happened. Tequila..... Edited by mallyapple19, Dec 6 2016, 04:03 AM.
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| never_fade_away | Dec 6 2016, 04:11 AM Post #142 |
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As Casimir looked over to find a body, he certainly found one. Having pushed the comforter off, Ambrosine was a mess of tangled legs and hair in the sheet, sleeping peacefully on her stomach. The sheet only covered to her waist, leaving her back bare to him so he could see the tattoos usually covered visible to his curious eye. There was an obvious theme to them as she shifted a little, kicking the sheet off even more. It was obvious that she was anything but a blanket hog, and seemed to radiate a lot of heat off of her body. Also obvious was the fact that she wasn't going to wake up immediately either, she still seemed deeply asleep. Probably thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol she had consumed the night before. |
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| mallyapple19 | Dec 6 2016, 04:26 AM Post #143 |
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By simply laying there and observing Sin for a moment, Casimir quickly found the rest of his wakefulness. Once sleep was disturbed... that was usually it for him. He was fully awake within a few minutes if he didn't IMMEDIATELY fall back asleep - which had only ever happened possibly once. He reached over to trace the moon phases that trailed down the middle of her back, his fingers light as they moved over the bumps of her spine. He wondered absently if there was a meaning for them... after all, she had two more crescent moons on the back of her neck. There was clearly a theme here... he just didn't know what it was, not that he necessarily thought it would ever come up for explanation. After all... they had met in a bar while drunk - it was unlikely he'd see much of her again after this morning. Moving back onto his side, he rolled over to the edge of the bed and sat there for a moment, head resting in his palms as he tried to contain the blaring pain in his head. If he could sequester it somehow, he might find a way to stay useful today. Grabbing a band from the bedside table's drawer, he pulled his hair back off his face and stood, stretching both arms and his back. He glanced over at Sin again, shook his head with a smile and slid into his bathroom. A few moments later, he exited in a pair of loose running pants and brushed teeth. His stomach, though still sloshing with alcohol, was begging for food by this point. He glanced to Sin just once more as he fished around in their mess of clothing for his mobile, the bedamned awakening device.... |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Dec 6 2016, 04:26 AM Post #144 |
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Leila was up earlier than usual, having been careful not to have awoken Remy in order to take care of a buyer. Then again, she hadn't had nearly as much to drink the night prior. She was currently in her kitchen whipping up a batch of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. Not the fanciest breakfast but she knew it would help with the hangover her male counterpart was to face that morning. Ooo...coffee. that's what they needed. She hummed lightly as she worked, dressed in a simple outfit of faux leather skull leggings and an oversized, sheer sweater that didn't do much to cover the long line lace bralette with leatherette straps nor the intricate tattoo work going up the left side of her ribs. Shoes were yet to go on her feet, her face a rare sight without makeup...she even had her glasses on! She'd been lazy and used a glamour for the buyer...but let it fade once she was back inside. Obviously she was comfortable enough with Remy to feel like a show wasn't necessary.
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| never_fade_away | Dec 6 2016, 04:41 AM Post #145 |
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It was maybe about 5 minutes or so after Casimir had left before Ambrosine finally seemed to stir. Moaning lightly, the moan became a groan as her head began to throb. Holy mother of all the nine hells. This is why she never drank with Remy, the nights always ended with her feeling like absolute shit the next morning. And she never remembered anything. What the hell had happened? She tried to piece everything together in her head. All she knew was that she was NOT at her tiny apartment (The lack of cats sleeping on her back proved that) and she wasn't at Leila's apartment (definitely was a bed she was sleeping on and not a couch). So where was she? Opening her eyes, she looked around, wincing as the light from the windows hit her. Shit that hurt. Well wherever she was, it was nice as hell. And since she was wearing no clothes, she only had to assume that she was at a male's house. There was only one other male she could think of that she had remembered seeing at the bar and that was the rich guy with the nice hair. Well if it was the rich guy, it would explain the bedroom she was in. Moaning again, she buried her head under the pillow as she tried to collect herself enough to get ready for the day. She needed a hot shower, the steam would help with her hangover. Finally feeling like she could make it, she slowly peeled herself out of the bed, untangling her legs from the sheet as she wandered around until she found the door for the bathroom. Taking a look around, she whistled quietly before starting up the really, REALLY nice shower he had. "Don't mind if I do." She mumbled to herself, eager to hop underneath the warm spray and try and ease this raging hangover of hers. She really needed to stop trying to keep up with that damned Cajun. - Speaking of the Cajun, he was most certainly not waking up anytime soon without help. That should be normal to Leila, however. With as much as he drank a night to help him forget and to sleep among many other reasons, he usually was passed out for some time without prodding to help him awake. He was sprawled out in Leila's bed, taking up more room now that she was no longer asleep on the bed with him. If not disturbed, he could usually sleep until noon or so before his dreams or something else would wake him. |
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| mallyapple19 | Dec 6 2016, 04:51 AM Post #146 |
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While Sin was helping herself to the delightful rainfall shower Casimir had, a floor underneath her, the man himself was in the kitchen... doing what he considered to be the thing he was best at. A variety of items were strewn out on his spacious island as he worked - utensils, bowls, pans, and ingredients. The house was already buzzing with the alluring smell of sticky buns. The flatscreen TV on the wall was turned on and humming on low volume as the morning news reported on all the latest 'going ons' in the city and surrounding areas. Casimir very rarely paid it any mind... but every so often there was one or two things worth listening to. More importantly, his laptop was open on counter as well and every so often he would stop, type something out, and then go back to what he was doing. This was mostly life for him.... and though nothing was even coming closing to assuaging the headache, keeping busy made him feel less worthless. |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Dec 6 2016, 04:52 AM Post #147 |
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Leila set up two plates, both loaded up with food, on her small table before looking back into her room with a light sigh. She'd let him sleep in before, mainly days where she'd kept up with him in drink....but it never really ended well. Glancing to see that the coffee was almost done she headed into her bedroom, chuckling lightly to see him sprawled across her bed. He wasn't one she kicked out of bed...even the first night. Ugh...he was going to make her a sap soon enough if she didn't watch it. She gently crawled over, stradling his hips as she leaned down and nipped along his neck. "Come on beb....up and at em....breakfast is going to get cold...." she called out as she ran a nail over his spine. |
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| never_fade_away | Dec 6 2016, 05:21 AM Post #148 |
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While not staying in there long enough to prune and suck up way too much hot water, Ambrosine definitely took her time in that shower. Oh by sweet Goddesses tits this shower was incredible. Was there a possible way that she could steal this thing or something? She wanted one of these in her own shitty apartment. Sighing as the steam and warm water helped to assuage her headache a little. It didn't erase it, but it helped. Stepping out, she looked around for a towel, wishing she had thought of that before getting in. Shivering as the cool air hit her steaming skin, she finally found what she was looking for and sighed at how soft and plush the towel. Seriously... this was unfair... she missed this way of living sometimes. Drying off her hair, she made her way back into the bedroom to find her clothes... only to find her pants and bra. Her shirt was no where to be found, and she looked everywhere- even under the bed! Giving up on looking for it, she made her way down the stairs towards the... what was that smell? Lifting her nose a little, she almost groaned as the smell of something cooking hit her. That smelled way too good to be true. Was that... sticky buns? She certainly hoped so! She didn't care what she had to do for one, she'd do it. Not seeming to have much shame or care, Sin entered the main floor in just her bra and leather pants where Cas was cooking in the kitchen and watching the TV nearby. "That smells amazing." She declared, obviously not embarrassed with the fact that she was still kind of naked in some strange guy's house like most girl's would be. "Also, have you seen my top?" She asked him as a way of greetings. - As far as morning wake ups went, this was easily in Remy's top five ways to wake up. Unlike the others, his hangover didn't come in the form of a headache- his came more in the form of a nauseated stomach that was usually cured easily with food. He was past the point he felt of morning after headaches and hell. His mouth did feel like he sucked on a cottonball all night, however. Opening his eyes as he felt lips and teeth along his neck, he let out a raspy chuckle as he stretched a little, mumbling something in complete Cajun before waking up as much as he could at this point. He felt like he could sleep for another 10 hours or so, but that probably wasn't a good idea. "You goan spoil me now, boo." He rumbled out, his chest and back vibrating with the effort. With him sleeping on his back, Leila could see the one tattoo he did possess on his left shoulder. A symbol made up mesmerizing swirls done a thick, bold, black ink that contrasted with his tanned skin. |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Dec 6 2016, 05:37 AM Post #149 |
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Leila sat back with a satisfied smirk as he woke, tilting her head a little as he spoke. Damn...she tended to forget how sexy he sounded right as he woke. It wasn't fair. It was also extremely distracting. Hence why they'd eaten a luke warm breakfast more than once now that she remembered. "Mmmm...I think you'll find a way to even the score, yeah?" She teased, scooting her glasses back up her nose a little by wriggling her nose. It was absurdly adorable and she looked much more like a hacker than a witch at the moment. Despite the effort, however, she leaned back down so her lips were barely a hairs width from his. "In the meantime, this witch is hungry...." she warned playfully, nipping his bottom lip before hopping up with a chuckle.
Edited by RiddleMeThis396, Dec 6 2016, 05:39 AM.
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| mallyapple19 | Dec 7 2016, 12:40 AM Post #150 |
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Sin's voice caused Casimir to look over and when he did, a smile eased it's way onto his face. He couldn't deny it...she WAS beautiful, even if she had a snarky mouth on her... but that snark actually made it more fun. She made him laugh with her realistic point of view on things... or.. at least he THOUGHT she made him laugh. He wasn't sure. After getting here, things were fuzzy.... tequila.... "Should be done in a bit if you're interested," Casimir offered as he pulled the pan of sticky buns out of the oven. The sweet smell of cinnamon filled the air as he did so, covering the scent of whatever else he was making on the stove. "Do you like eggs?" He turned back around to finish up on the stove while the buns cooled. "And... I think I put it on the back of the couch, next to your jacket," he told her, obviously talking about her top. |
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