Aithne
High infidelity
Put on your records and regret me
Put on your records and regret me
The darkness of slumber is Aithne's sanctuary.
Or it was, until a vaguely familiar voice jars her back to wakefulness.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," she groans, cracking open one eye to peer up at the blurry form of someone towering over her. The morning light shatters the comfort that she'd found in her dreamscape, and she moans anew as knives of sun jab into her eyeballs and through the back of her skull. Who dares disturb her slumber? They're going to pay dearly... just as soon as she manages to sit up without feeling like she's going to hurl up everything she'd imbibed last night.
A hand slips into her empty pocket and wiggles, and Aithne swats weakly at the intruder, mumbling something incoherent about leave me alone or go away. Squinting harder at the stranger, she makes out pale skin, dark hair, and a slender figure that seems like someone she should know. "'M gonna bite you if y' don't fuck off," she mumbles, but there's no venom to it, not really. Logically, she knows that if their positions were reversed, she'd be just as obnoxious as this stranger is being.
Practically, though, she might make good on her threat as soon as she can move.
Or it was, until a vaguely familiar voice jars her back to wakefulness.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," she groans, cracking open one eye to peer up at the blurry form of someone towering over her. The morning light shatters the comfort that she'd found in her dreamscape, and she moans anew as knives of sun jab into her eyeballs and through the back of her skull. Who dares disturb her slumber? They're going to pay dearly... just as soon as she manages to sit up without feeling like she's going to hurl up everything she'd imbibed last night.
A hand slips into her empty pocket and wiggles, and Aithne swats weakly at the intruder, mumbling something incoherent about leave me alone or go away. Squinting harder at the stranger, she makes out pale skin, dark hair, and a slender figure that seems like someone she should know. "'M gonna bite you if y' don't fuck off," she mumbles, but there's no venom to it, not really. Logically, she knows that if their positions were reversed, she'd be just as obnoxious as this stranger is being.
Practically, though, she might make good on her threat as soon as she can move.
I bent the truth too far tonight
I was dancing around, dancing around it
I was dancing around, dancing around it
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
