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riddlepls2017-09-14 01:43 pm
wolfymcwolf) wrote in riddlepls2017-09-14 01:43 pm
the morning after meme
Because sometimes you just wanna rp hilarious garbage.
Because sometimes you just wanna rp hilarious garbage.
[Peter. Peter Pettigrew. Just. Had. Sex.
He feels like celebrating if his head didn't hurt so damn much. From the looks of the bedroom, the events of the previous night were pretty wild. He feels sore in places he never knew he had. Still, from the hazy bits of memories he has, it was brilliant. He really ought to thank the lady. Or not thank, but tell her he had a wonderful time and he'd be more than up for another round.
Red hair. She does have lovely red... hair... and...]
No. No.
[WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?]
He feels like celebrating if his head didn't hurt so damn much. From the looks of the bedroom, the events of the previous night were pretty wild. He feels sore in places he never knew he had. Still, from the hazy bits of memories he has, it was brilliant. He really ought to thank the lady. Or not thank, but tell her he had a wonderful time and he'd be more than up for another round.
Red hair. She does have lovely red... hair... and...]
No. No.
[WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?]
( GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE.
no, really. good morning, sunshine. prepare to get hit in the face with too bright light and a too young man staring down at the face of... well, he doesn't know what this is, but it's certainly not his wife. too flat-chested. he would know. he just checked.
anyway, one of them is clothed, so he's confident nothing happened. his drunk self likes to remove all clothing whenever he decides to fuck off to sleep. it's slightly disappointing though??? hold that thought, let him lean in for a closer look. he needs to double check his aesthetics.
yes. what a good looking son of a wand. excellent genes. his parents must be proud. it's a downright shame. oh well )
Wakey, wakey, mate. Rise and shine. ( he's just going to casually roll him off of the bed. ) You need to get out before my wife catches us. She's going to throw a fit. Simply lose her wits. ( no, she's not. she couldn't care less, but she makes one fantastic excuse. ) It's going to be abhorrent.
no, really. good morning, sunshine. prepare to get hit in the face with too bright light and a too young man staring down at the face of... well, he doesn't know what this is, but it's certainly not his wife. too flat-chested. he would know. he just checked.
anyway, one of them is clothed, so he's confident nothing happened. his drunk self likes to remove all clothing whenever he decides to fuck off to sleep. it's slightly disappointing though??? hold that thought, let him lean in for a closer look. he needs to double check his aesthetics.
yes. what a good looking son of a wand. excellent genes. his parents must be proud. it's a downright shame. oh well )
Wakey, wakey, mate. Rise and shine. ( he's just going to casually roll him off of the bed. ) You need to get out before my wife catches us. She's going to throw a fit. Simply lose her wits. ( no, she's not. she couldn't care less, but she makes one fantastic excuse. ) It's going to be abhorrent.
... alternative arrival? look i want a cute in-game morning after, so tears is what's on now.
todgeweiht
2017-09-14 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( arguably, the shift begins more subtly for astoria. really, it's all the same, at first: the grey light of morning, rain pounding against the grand windows of the master bedroom, draco's slow, even breathing. the feeling of his heartbeat beneath her fingers. she shifts against him – she hasn't been much of an early riser before scorpius, but these days, she has begun to appreciate the brief, lazy hours of morning during which their son still slept.
with a hint of mischief in her smile, she opens her eyes, shifts to be above him, brushes his hair aside, and freezes ––
the first, utterly mindless thought that hit her is lucius, the second one is less absurd, but every bit as unnerving: somehow, her husband has managed to skip quite a few years between falling asleep in her arms last night and right now. )
Draco?
with a hint of mischief in her smile, she opens her eyes, shifts to be above him, brushes his hair aside, and freezes ––
the first, utterly mindless thought that hit her is lucius, the second one is less absurd, but every bit as unnerving: somehow, her husband has managed to skip quite a few years between falling asleep in her arms last night and right now. )
Draco?
[Albus wakes up with his arm draped over Scorpius' waist. It's not a strange position to wake up in, after all. Ever since their fourth year, Scorpius had found his way into Albus' bed. The nightmares of the dark future would wake Scorpius in the middle of the night. Albus would wake to find Scorpius at the edge of his bed, more pale than normal. It didn't take long before Albus shifted over and let Scorpius lay down next to him. By seventh year, they shared a bed more times than not.
Albus shifted, causing the sheets to fall to his waist. The cool air brushed against his bare skin. He froze, his head spinning. He was naked. Completely. He was naked and lying next to Scorpius. Why? He couldn't remember, and yet, he had this vague sense that something had happened the night before. Something important. Something he really shouldn't be forgetting. His head didn't hurt - he wasn't hung over - then why couldn't he remember?
What was the last thing he remembered? They were in Malfoy Manor. They had been going through one of the libraries. Albus had been idly looking through all of the shelves and cabinets when he discovered a rather extensive liquor collection. There had been an opaque bottle, the label had been handwritten in a delicate scrawl that was difficult to read. He'd assumed it was really expensive whiskey. He remembered drinking some because why not and- oh... oh things got hazy after that.
He glanced over at Scorpius, hoping his mate was still asleep. Perhaps if he slipped out of bed and grabbed his pants they could avoid the strange moment of lying naked together. Wait... was Scorpius naked as well?
Albus lifts up the sheets and is greeted to the sight of Scorpius' bare arse. There's something incredibly arousing about the way Scorpius is lying and Albus has to force himself to look away. He's struggled with his feelings for Scorpius. He knows what people say but they have never been more than best friends. Until now, Albus supposes, but fucking hell, why can't he remember?]
Albus shifted, causing the sheets to fall to his waist. The cool air brushed against his bare skin. He froze, his head spinning. He was naked. Completely. He was naked and lying next to Scorpius. Why? He couldn't remember, and yet, he had this vague sense that something had happened the night before. Something important. Something he really shouldn't be forgetting. His head didn't hurt - he wasn't hung over - then why couldn't he remember?
What was the last thing he remembered? They were in Malfoy Manor. They had been going through one of the libraries. Albus had been idly looking through all of the shelves and cabinets when he discovered a rather extensive liquor collection. There had been an opaque bottle, the label had been handwritten in a delicate scrawl that was difficult to read. He'd assumed it was really expensive whiskey. He remembered drinking some because why not and- oh... oh things got hazy after that.
He glanced over at Scorpius, hoping his mate was still asleep. Perhaps if he slipped out of bed and grabbed his pants they could avoid the strange moment of lying naked together. Wait... was Scorpius naked as well?
Albus lifts up the sheets and is greeted to the sight of Scorpius' bare arse. There's something incredibly arousing about the way Scorpius is lying and Albus has to force himself to look away. He's struggled with his feelings for Scorpius. He knows what people say but they have never been more than best friends. Until now, Albus supposes, but fucking hell, why can't he remember?]
Mmrph...
[ Amelia grunts her way into wakefulness. That can't have been just firewhiskey she was drinking last night. She's never gotten this hungover from firewhiskey before.
As she stretches out in the bed, a certain list of observances reach her, along with their accompanying clues as to her environment. 1, the sun is shining on her face. Which means she's slept later than she usually does. 2, the sheets feel softer than her own bed sheets. This is not her bed. 3, as she finally peeks one eye open, there's a figure silhouetted by the window. She wasn't sleeping alone.
Figuring she ought to at least announce her return to the land of the living, and maybe determine exactly whose bed she shared last night, she clears her throat. ]
Ahem. 'Morning.
[ Amelia grunts her way into wakefulness. That can't have been just firewhiskey she was drinking last night. She's never gotten this hungover from firewhiskey before.
As she stretches out in the bed, a certain list of observances reach her, along with their accompanying clues as to her environment. 1, the sun is shining on her face. Which means she's slept later than she usually does. 2, the sheets feel softer than her own bed sheets. This is not her bed. 3, as she finally peeks one eye open, there's a figure silhouetted by the window. She wasn't sleeping alone.
Figuring she ought to at least announce her return to the land of the living, and maybe determine exactly whose bed she shared last night, she clears her throat. ]
Ahem. 'Morning.
[ It's a pretty great bed. As bed's she's ended up in for a night go, this one's near the top, the kind of bed she imagines her really rich pureblood friends from school always slept in. That, more than anything is what has Marlene's eyes snapping open and shifting to one side.
Bellatrix Black. There's a look of mild horror, just for a moment, before it's replaced with a smirk. This is going to bother the customer of the year more than her. ]
Do you think your fiancé knows you brought a guest home? I've only met him...twice, but he seems like he'd like to vet visitors.
Bellatrix Black. There's a look of mild horror, just for a moment, before it's replaced with a smirk. This is going to bother the customer of the year more than her. ]
Do you think your fiancé knows you brought a guest home? I've only met him...twice, but he seems like he'd like to vet visitors.
[ ooc: I'll leave Teddy's flavor up to you, though Roxy does prefer girls. ]
[ Remind Roxy never to go out drinking with something to prove ever again. How her brother can be such a nerd and yet still outdrink her is beyond her. All she's sure of, through the haze and the pounding headache, is that at some point during the night she split off from the group and met a lovely young... woman...? and, presumably, went home with her newfound friend. Because this certainly isn't Roxy's bed she's waking up in, and this isn't her t-shirt she's wearing. ]
Oof. My head.
[ Remind Roxy never to go out drinking with something to prove ever again. How her brother can be such a nerd and yet still outdrink her is beyond her. All she's sure of, through the haze and the pounding headache, is that at some point during the night she split off from the group and met a lovely young... woman...? and, presumably, went home with her newfound friend. Because this certainly isn't Roxy's bed she's waking up in, and this isn't her t-shirt she's wearing. ]
Oof. My head.
He's not been a deep sleeper for some years now, and he's usually - most of the time - well aware of where he's going to wake up, and who with. Perhaps it's not his bedroom; perhaps its Bella's, or perhaps it's Rodolphus', but he always knows.
So there's already a couple of things off when he opens his eyes after what feels like a deep, hard sleep. He doesn't recognize the canopy overhead. Then someone shifts on the bed next to him, with a slight, feminine sigh, and he turns his head. Somehow he's not as surprised as he ought to be.
"Petia."
So there's already a couple of things off when he opens his eyes after what feels like a deep, hard sleep. He doesn't recognize the canopy overhead. Then someone shifts on the bed next to him, with a slight, feminine sigh, and he turns his head. Somehow he's not as surprised as he ought to be.
"Petia."
[Ron is never drinking firewhiskey again. He just isn't. Fire whiskey is evil and it should be outlawed. Ron is also pretty sure he needs to quit this terrible job. Maybe Lily can tell him someplace safe for an unregistered person to get a job. Being around Death Eaters is probably eventually useful for information, but it's absolute murder on his nerves.
And his head. His head hurts so much right now.
And it's bloody hot. Ron kicks his covers off, wondering how he actually got back to his bed. Wait. Is it his bed? Knuckling his eye, Ron rolls over and immediately wishes he didn't.]
Bloody hell.
[He just. Drops his head into his hand. No. Nooooo no. No.]
And his head. His head hurts so much right now.
And it's bloody hot. Ron kicks his covers off, wondering how he actually got back to his bed. Wait. Is it his bed? Knuckling his eye, Ron rolls over and immediately wishes he didn't.]
Bloody hell.
[He just. Drops his head into his hand. No. Nooooo no. No.]
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