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station722017-12-03 10:17 pm
justttkidding) wrote in station722017-12-03 10:17 pm
me and you
CHARACTERS: Peter + November
WHERE: The Red Coast, empty barracks
WHEN: DAY:024
SUMMARY: Two sleepyheads who talked for too long and then became like cats.
WARNINGS: Cuddling?? Peter and November, who should come with their own warnings tbh. Will update as necessary.
[ It's possible that everything is starting to catch up with him. November is used to long hours of waiting, of a creeping sense of paranoia– the life of a contractor is constantly looking over your shoulder. But maybe with the symbiote, it's magnified and more energy consuming than he originally thought it would be. The walk down to their accommodations at the Red Coast was hardly taxing, especially compared to some other things he's done in his life.
Still, he ends up in the barracks nearby Hadrian; a spot he'd chosen since he felt like they were on a similar wavelength. Not to say he didn't feel a kinship with some other people in the nest. Just. Something about Hadrian felt familiar in that nonchalant way. They arrived here at the same time and seemed generally unbothered by what they'd encountered so far. Perhaps that distance is what draws him in and why they end up chatting quietly in the wee hours of the morning.
That is, until sleep consumes them both and they end up curled around each other, the beds having been pushed together so they could keep their voices low.
(And maybe so they could just be close).
The early morning sun doesn't shake November awake, an oddity, but the afternoon rays hit him across the face, causing him to stir. He's careful as he wakes up though, not wanting to shove Hadrian off of him rudely. Besides, this is pretty comfortable. ]
WHERE: The Red Coast, empty barracks
WHEN: DAY:024
SUMMARY: Two sleepyheads who talked for too long and then became like cats.
WARNINGS: Cuddling?? Peter and November, who should come with their own warnings tbh. Will update as necessary.
[ It's possible that everything is starting to catch up with him. November is used to long hours of waiting, of a creeping sense of paranoia– the life of a contractor is constantly looking over your shoulder. But maybe with the symbiote, it's magnified and more energy consuming than he originally thought it would be. The walk down to their accommodations at the Red Coast was hardly taxing, especially compared to some other things he's done in his life.
Still, he ends up in the barracks nearby Hadrian; a spot he'd chosen since he felt like they were on a similar wavelength. Not to say he didn't feel a kinship with some other people in the nest. Just. Something about Hadrian felt familiar in that nonchalant way. They arrived here at the same time and seemed generally unbothered by what they'd encountered so far. Perhaps that distance is what draws him in and why they end up chatting quietly in the wee hours of the morning.
That is, until sleep consumes them both and they end up curled around each other, the beds having been pushed together so they could keep their voices low.
(And maybe so they could just be close).
The early morning sun doesn't shake November awake, an oddity, but the afternoon rays hit him across the face, causing him to stir. He's careful as he wakes up though, not wanting to shove Hadrian off of him rudely. Besides, this is pretty comfortable. ]
no subject
A small consequence that I'm more than willing to suffer.
[ he reaches his wrist up just slightly to rap him slightly in the chest with the back of his hand, fingers catching the edge of fabric, between two fingers and lingering there a bit. ]
Take advantage of it while we've got the chance. All this quiet makes me wonder just when things are going to start picking up for us.
i lost this notif, kicks myself in the face
[ His tone is wry, joking. Because that's what exists between them– something he feels grateful for. Hadrian seems to be operating on at least a somewhat similar wavelength. In some ways, his mannerisms remind him of April. Always a retort at the tip of her tongue. Always willing to shoot him down when he got too high on his own bullshit.
The sudden appearance of the hand on his chest is a bit startling, but he doesn't jump, instead lazily tracing the lifelines that cross along Hadrian's palm. There's an inherent question in the contact. ]
I'm certain there'll be explosions, judging from the intensity of silence. Personally, I'm glad to be out of that costume for a bit.