THE MORNING AFTER MEME

[wholeheaded]

Look I'm feeling ambitious and optimistic let's see if we can do the thing.

Rules
1. Post as your character, who should be asleep somewhere with somebody else next to them. Feel free to describe their sleeping habits.
2. Someone else tags you with their character as their bedmate.
3. (OPTIONAL) They don't remember how they got there, and they don't really remember what happened last night.
4. Wake up. Freak out. Rinse. Repeat.
5. Alcohol doesn't have to be involved, and neither does sex. Use your imaginations!
6. There is no such thing as tagging late, so have at!

Standard these-events-have-no-impact-in-game disclaimer applies, go and GET IT GET IT!

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[skinandbone]

The bedroom is the only part of her home she herself has painted, and so it is an explosion of color, rich, patterned and vibrant. Turquoise spots swirl over the pale violet walls, and the ceiling is a wonderous sunset through clouds edged in pearls and rhinestone stars. The bed is a sea of midnight dark colors and soft fabrics, cradled in a high arching eggshell.

Metody, too, is adorned; every part of her (or his - both genders are equally comfortable for Metody, in or out of bed) skin is tattooed with beautifully detailed green leaves, even - especially those particular parts. A full eighteen bejeweled body piercings add extra glimmer.

Metody rolls over, nude and completely comfortable with it, and smiles lazily through a froth of sleep-ruffled hair.

"Morning."

[whyfearthedark]

There are doubtless questions Metody has always wanted to find the answers to, like...

Do fairies sleep at all?

Do they have body hair?

Do they sparkle in the moonlight?

But most importantly, Metody might first want to know what on earth a member of the fae is doing in his-and-her bed.

More to the point, there is a prodigal elf prince weighing down the mattress on whichever side of the bed Metody hasn't claimed (not that Nuada cares much for the division of mattresses, but for the purpose of logistics). He is stark raving mad naked, covered in an array of different scars as counterpoint to Metody's rather more elaborate adornment. Here and there are mottled marks like fireworks, here and there the whispers of old cuts, here a massive webbing of skin over skin, there a raised bump where some bone or another healed out of place.

There are of course the more recent affairs too, in the form of faded brown burn marks down the side of his neck and shoulder, down his shoulder blades in matted-shiny splotches, down his opposite side, down his legs. There's his left arm, or the distinct lack of it.

In sleep, he seems a different man; removed from the rest of the world and its worries. He seems at peace, for once.

It does not last: when Metody moves, he stirs, and when she speaks, Nuada's vibrant yellow and red eyes flicker open like old fluorescent lighting.

This up close, one can almost see the shutters closing over his face. "Yes?"

[skinandbone]

"Nnh - "

She didn't expect a particular who, because realistically, it could be anyone. She can't remember last night, and there are very few people she'd turn down. It could be...oh, Johannes, if he'd gotten incredibly drunk, or Jeremy, if they'd had some kind of reconciliation and she was female at the moment (she never knew, first thing in the morning), or...Emma's pretty, and, really, so is everyone. It could even be an Extra.

Nuada does not appear anywhere on the list. It would be like screwing a hurricane.

She had clutched the sheets to herself in that first startled moment, but instinct was enough to keep her from scrambling or running - flee, and a predator will chase. So she simply blinks at him a moment, waking up far faster than she normally does.

"You....are not who I expected to find beside me." Ah, there's her body, checking in. Everything in the world hurts, she's hungry and nauseous, and she probably is maybe female, but she's not going to reach down and verify that right now. "Why are you in my bed?"