#thackerydorchadas

14: Kiss Along the Hips

Vira found Dor in his room, the anons having tapped into the little whispering in the back of her mind that always seemed to get louder around him. She had him pressed up against the wall in an instant, her eyes flashing yellow, a smirk playing around her lips as she knelt, tugging his shirt free and pressing a kiss to his hipbone, a scrape of her teeth against his skin. She looked up at him, mockingly demure, even though her eyes were blazing yellow and her circuits were the same color, and buried under that look was a undercurrent of need that the new Vira never showed.

“I remember a lot more than I let on,” she said quietly, giving it a moment to sink in as she stood up. “And I’m blaming anons … this time.”

Name: Thackery

Notes: Don’t call while drunk.

Ringtone: Fuckin’ Perfect by P!nk

Name: Thackery/Dorchadas

Notes: If it’s Dor calling something’s probably gone very, very bad.

Ringtone: Fucked Up Situation by My Darkest Days

4: Forehead Kiss

Ada held Thackery calmly as he cried, not liking it and wishing she could help him more than she could.

Three days after you flip things upside down, your mind starts to see it upright. That's science said, but Ada didn't believe it.

She'd spent a half-cycle trying to put her world upright, but there was no way to fix it, not without ... being an adult. Flynn, Ada hated having to be the mature creature.

[SMS] Johnny. Sorry I've been such a bad girlfriend. I've been on grid a half-cycle, haven't checked in. How's things up top?

She didn't know if the forced cheer in the message would work. She didn't really expect too much of it, but she wasn't in any shape to go see him face to face.

Okay. That was the most painful. The rest shouldn't hurt ... as much.

[SMS] Thack - Sorry for ... that. I was way out of bounds, and I hope you can forgive me. I promise I'll keep my drunken self out of the public next time.

She smiled wryly. Her usual drinking buddy hadn't stopped by since she'd gone to sob on his shoulder. Some things never changed. Maybe the pattern had reversed, and she was the one seeking him out now.

[SMS] Mally - I am so, so sorry for that. I hope you can forgive me for my actions. There's no excuse, except that I was being a perfect idiot. Thanks for not rearranging my face.

She hit enter and sighed. That was the best she could manage. Mally was in Florida, she knew, and didn't expect too much in the nature of replies. He was probably out enjoying the party scene there. The thought made her smile a little.

"E-excuse me, miss Administrator?" The timid knock on her door was almost cute, as were the pair of big brown eyes peeking around the frame. "Is now a good time?"

"Sorry, yes, Eryn."