#ultimocacciatore

Childhood Friends AU

In an exercise in letting go, my character was encouraged to write the stressors and memories that weighed them down on slips of paper and let them go into the wind. Send "let the past rest" to hear what one of these papers said.

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My muse falls asleep in your muse's bed. Put In my inbox how your muse reacts.

He usually didn't make a habit of sleeping in strange places--or sleeping in general, to be honest. But here he was, sprawled on the mattress and thoroughly out of it, with a clipboard still held in one hand. Later on, he'd likely blame exhaustion, and Jasper taking too damn long to show up, rather than simply having come by, waited on the edge of the man's bed for some time, and then simply elected (of his own volition) to take a brief nap, if only to relieve the strain from his eyes. 

Unfortunately, that nap stretched on for several hours, but thankfully it didn't bring up a nightmare, for once. Rather, he lucked out in having slept peacefully--perhaps a little fitfully, per usual, with some vague memories of waking up, mumbling something to a form on the couch, and then passing out again--and woke up the next morning thoroughly embarrassed.  He made Jasper swear not to speak of it, and stormed out without even bothering to ask what he'd wanted to.

"Because you don't tell me anything!"

The anger -- annoyance -- irritation -- whatever -- is apparent enough in her voice, and she has to curl her hands into fists to keep herself from throwing something at him. She turns away, closing her eyes.