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entrancelogs2014-09-05 10:48 pm
nascensibility) wrote in entrancelogs2014-09-05 10:48 pm
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[CLOSED] the Nth degree of awkward
Who: Evelyn O'Connell (nascensibility), Will Graham (notyourteacup), Philip LaFresque (radiopalkiller)
Where: 2nd Floor, Room 10
When: Friday, September 5
Rating: PG for language and suggestive themes?
Summary: An old flame swings by for a visit and probably learns more than he ever wanted to know.
The Story:
The most recent event did not allow for a surplus of privacy, nor did it permit her to have more than five minutes alone with either her own thoughts or any other preferred individual. Dean Winchester made it nigh impossible to stay perfectly sane and now that Evelyn is afforded the time and venue for leisure she has seen fit to take full advantage of it.
Said leisure is best utilised by waking up slowly on her stomach, arms bending above her head as she stretches and pushes her face back into the pillow with a petulant sound. The sheets are warm and the Maxwell tartan shirt that she may or may not have commandeered the night before runkles up to her elbows. It is so excruciatingly delightful to be back on her own mattress again - instead of bedding down on itchy blankets in a Conestoga wagon - that she feels absolutely no compulsion to leave, basking in the long, quiet moment that curls around her like a duvet.
Blearily, Evelyn lifts her head to get a look at the body on the other side of the bed. As much as she enjoys spending her mornings getting things done, sleeping late and sharing an intimate space is just as nice.
"Mmmhello."
nascensibility), Will Graham (notyourteacup), Philip LaFresque (radiopalkiller)Where: 2nd Floor, Room 10
When: Friday, September 5
Rating: PG for language and suggestive themes?
Summary: An old flame swings by for a visit and probably learns more than he ever wanted to know.
The Story:
The most recent event did not allow for a surplus of privacy, nor did it permit her to have more than five minutes alone with either her own thoughts or any other preferred individual. Dean Winchester made it nigh impossible to stay perfectly sane and now that Evelyn is afforded the time and venue for leisure she has seen fit to take full advantage of it.
Said leisure is best utilised by waking up slowly on her stomach, arms bending above her head as she stretches and pushes her face back into the pillow with a petulant sound. The sheets are warm and the Maxwell tartan shirt that she may or may not have commandeered the night before runkles up to her elbows. It is so excruciatingly delightful to be back on her own mattress again - instead of bedding down on itchy blankets in a Conestoga wagon - that she feels absolutely no compulsion to leave, basking in the long, quiet moment that curls around her like a duvet.
Blearily, Evelyn lifts her head to get a look at the body on the other side of the bed. As much as she enjoys spending her mornings getting things done, sleeping late and sharing an intimate space is just as nice.
"Mmmhello."