open ♔ april castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during March/April/May-ish [back and forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of these few months. Because not everyone is into parties, ok.

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. WE ARE BIG ON THREAD-JACKING HERE. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt.]

On this log:
   Emma @ the desk
   Adam (and Astrid) @ the desk
   Felicity @ the desk
   Alex @ the desk
   Mars @ the desk
   Sebastian @ the desk
   Astrid @ the desk
   Section head office hours
   Kat (and Fred Jr.) @ the castle bar
   Amara @ various locations
   Jaina @ the garage and training room
   Francesca & Christos [closed]
   Belle @ the library
   Alanna @ mounted training course
   Vi @ the castle garden
  David @ training room/gardens/computer room/kitchen/library
   Kate @ library/gym/training area/social areas
   Aedan @ training beyond the castle grounds / London
   Finnick @ swimming lessons / training room / castle bars
   Astrid @ the med center
   Alex @ smoker's hole / firing range
   Elena @ library/castle grounds/training room
   Spike @ castle grounds
   Jaime @ the stables
   Helen @ Dragon's Hoard labs
   Faye @ training room / firing range / Dragon's Fire wing
   Andrew @ the rec room
   Spike & Buffy [closed]
   Myri @ the Round Table hallway
   Thoster @ the kitchen
   Des & Dumage [closed]
   Gus @  in/around the woods 
   Lila @ library/firing range/dining room
   Des @ bowling in London
   Archer @ the castle halls / bar
   Hook @ the computer lab
   Mars @ the gardens
   Sebastian @ the training room
   Marty @ the rec room/firing range/various
   Attica @ the rec room
   Brantley @ London/training room/pool/castle grounds/various
   Buffy @ the training room
   Andrew & Bo [closed]
   

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andrew and bo | closed

[badexample]

[He's exhausted lately. Can't seem to wake up without mainlining energy drinks, can't focus for long enough to even play games properly some days. His work is suffering for it. Repairs are getting done, sure, but they're taking longer or he's taking shortcuts sometimes.

He can't quite figure out why it's happening, though.

He's in bed even though it's the middle of the day, not really sleeping but just too tired to move from this spot. His door's unlocked like it always is, though.]

[succubestie]

[Two days prior, Bo had left the sparring ring with what she guessed was a broken rib or two, or at the very least, bruised ones. She turned down any healing as always, since her unique physique took care of those kinds of things for her, and she didn't need a cleric draining themselves when she'd heal it in a few hours.

A romp in the sack with her main squeeze later, and she assumed all would be well the next day.

Except, again, it was two days later, and she was still wincing. A lot. She didn't want to think about what that meant, hoped trying again would work, and so she was letting herself into Andrew's room without knocking.]

[badexample]

[All he has the energy for is to barely lift his head at the sound of someone walking into his room. It's either Ella or Bo, so he's not that concerned about the intrusion.]

Hey, babe. [He says around a yawn. Look at him getting more comfortable and using some pet names and such. He doesn't move at all to sit up, still just flopped in bed.] What's up?

[succubestie]

Hey.

[Her voice is warm, because she likes it when he calls her that. She slides into the bed without preamble, pulling sheets up over her, though she has to suck in a pained breath as she settles.]

I feel like I'm dying.

[Which is clearly an exaggeration.]

[badexample]

[Andrew shifts slightly as she crawls into bed with him. It's weird how this isn't weird anymore... but he likes it. His arm instinctively shifts to make room for her, to wrap an arm around her and get some quality cuddle time.

Dear god that's all he hopes she wants.]

Been sparring again?

[succubestie]

[She sucks in a breath as his arms slips around her, because goddamit messed up ribs suck.]

Sorry.

[Because he's probably going to feel bad for hurting her.]

Not again. Not since last time.

[She moves the sheets back, pulling her shirt up so he can see the pretty hideous fucking bruise that covers her side.

Yay, internal bleeding.]

It's getting worse. Not better.

[badexample]

[He does feel bad but he's too tired to apologize on top of her apology. He just gives her his normal 'oops' sort of face before looking down at her bruise.]

Shit, babe... I thought we- y'know... took care of that?

[unless he dreamed up all that exhausting sex.]

[succubestie]

Yeah, I did too.

[Then she takes a good look at him, and something inside her chest sinks.]

You look like hell.

[She means it in the best way. The concerned way.]

[badexample]

[He tries to laugh, but he sounds even more tired when he tries to not seem like it.]

I sort of feel like it. Can't seem to catch up [He yawns in the middle as if to make the point.] on sleep. Been laying about all day. Must be coming down with something.

[succubestie]

[Her expression darkness because she's...pretty damn sure he's not sick (wis 15)]

You're not coming down with anything. [She sounds resigned. And sad.] It's me.

[badexample]

What? What d'you mean by that? I'm just tired. You can't blame yourself for that. I sleep like shit all the time.

[succubestie]

I mean exactly what I said.

[She looks away, frowning.]

I'm sucking you dry. And not in the good way. How long have you felt like this? Has it been getting worse?

[badexample]

Hey- [Despite feeling like moving takes every bit of energy that he has, he's rolling to his side and reaching over to gently tilt her chin back to look at him.] I slept like shit way before you ever showed up.

[But he knows this isn't quite the same.]

Been a week or so, I guess. Maybe a little more. And it's not really worse I just... can't shake it.

[succubestie]

There's sleeping like shit, and then there's this.

[She finally sits up, raking a hand through her dark hair.]

You can't shake it because I'm not letting you.

[Or has he not noticed all the banging, srsly.]

[badexample]

Okay. Yeah. So I wouldn't mind a night or two to just sleep but. 1) it helps you heal and 2) who the hell would say no to you? I mean I'm tired but I'm not dead.

[terrible choice of words.]

I can't just let you hurt like that. So what am I supposed to do?

[succubestie]

Not yet, you aren't.

[That's the whole problem. If she takes enough to heal herself, she is going to hurt him. That's pretty fucking obvious at this point.]

And I'm not going to let you kill yourself over my bruises. [She sighs heavily.] I'll go see a cleric in the morning. Maybe they can fix me up.

[She hasn't exactly ever...had to try that.]

[badexample]

I thought that stuff didn't work for you. Because of what you are. [Concern is trumping exhaustion and he turns, propping himself up on one elbow.]

So what happens if it doesn't? We can't just leave you bruised like that.

[succubestie]

It doesn't mean they can't do things the old-fashioned way.

[She sighs, leaning her head back.]

Otherwise, I'm pretty sure you know what I'll have to do.

[Hello, elephant in the room.]

[badexample]

Pretty sure I don't. What d'you mean? What would you have to do? [Mr oblivious over here got a 7 on his wis check.]

[succubestie]

I'm going to have to eventually feed on someone else.

[Fine, we'll just have to go the blunt route, won't we?]

Hell, I might have to anyway.

[She...doesn't sound happy about it, though.]

[badexample]

Feed on..? [Oh. The color seems to drain out of his face a little.] You mean... sleep with someone? Someone else? Someone else who isn't me?

[succubestie]

I fed on you before I ever slept with you, Andrew.

[In a hallway during that party whoops.]

So, no, not necessarily. But if I'm in the field and I'm dying? I won't have a choice.

[badexample]

[He's quiet for a few moments, which is weird for Andrew. He tends to babble and stick his foot in his mouth, but he's quiet now.

The good part about this? Is that she's telling him about it. Something like this could have easily been something he found out about way down the line. Not that he thinks Bo is that sort of person, but it was an option and he recognizes that it's one she didn't take.

The idea of her being with someone else- even just to feed, though? It makes his stomach twist up. But his insecurity doesn't trump her safety- not now, not ever.]

All- [His voice cracks and he swallows before trying again.] Alright. So... how do we do this? What's it mean for- y'know... us?

[succubestie]

[Of all the reactions she could have gotten, she's not expecting this one. Maybe she should be thankful, happy that he's being understanding of her situation, relieved that he's not going to try and make her continue to hurt him like this.

And she does feel that, but she also feels something else. There's a touch of disappointment blooming in her chest that he...gave up so easily.

Or maybe it's even worse than she thought.]

I don't know. I guess that's kind of up to you.

[She's the one that has to go off and do all the things that people in relationships aren't supposed to do.]

[badexample]

S'not how it works, babe. [He scoots up to half sit in bed, looking over at her before he rubs a hand hard over his face.] I'm pretty shit at relationship. Not even just romantic ones. Pretty sure the only friend I can manage to keep is Ella, and that's because she's just as bad at dealing with people as I am.

[That and because she knows he'll put all her things on really high shelves if she ever ditched him now.]

But what I do know? Is that most of the time, things don't work out because I'm too scared to just talk about what's on my mind. I decide that keeping my mouth shut is easier and then everything goes to hell. So whatever happens next isn't just my call, isn't just your call. We've got to sort it out together, because otherwise? It's just asking for this fail and I'm not interested in that. And I'm hoping you aren't either.