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The self proclaimed Goth Puppy sleeps like a cat, all curled up and forgetting sometimes that she's sharing a bed with another less tiny being. (Eamon is triceps and biceps and abs and an Apollo's belt that honestly makes Adrina want to weep sometimes. Adrina has no muscles to speak of and the only definition that appears on her is the type created by corsets.)

She's not the easiest person to sleep with: besides her kittenish curling ways, Adrina is a perpetual blanket thief who'll unknowingly build herself a nest and leave her (perfectly sculpted) lover to face the cold.

( a scene apropos of nothing )

It hadn't even been an entire day since Adrina had left his place, but the London sky was stained with evening by the time he headed towards the House of Rock. His body ached from their encounters the night before, but he hardly noticed. His hands were shoved into his pockets and they only came out when he rang the bell of the house that belonged to the girl he loved.

There had to be something they could do to salvage what they were; what they had. Eamon couldn't handle imagining his life without her. And maybe she had gotten to the place where she could, but he was farther away from it now that he had been before seeing her. So he waited for her to answer the door and then gave her an apologetic smile when she answered the door. "I'm really sorry," he said immediately.

Current Mood: stressed

Every time Adrina turned her head on the tube ride home she could smell Eamon. He was all over her and by the time she'd reached home the overwhelming sadness had lifted from her and now she was filled with a bittersweetness about it all. She had been given one last night with Eamon. She had been able to end it all on their own shared terms. They were over, but it would be okay. Not tomorrow and not next month but, eventually, Adrina would be okay and missing him would become easier.

She showered slowly, letting the hot water drown her and not minding that it was washing Eamon's handprints away. It felt good and ritual and needed. She felt good.

She toweled herself dry and made her way to Quinn and Flynn's bedroom, knocking on their door and poking her head in. Birds were singing by now and sunlight was just beginning to properly enter the world.

"Quinny?" she asked. "You awake?"

She'd been to the Smuggler's Arms a few times with Eamon before and it was a nice pub, as pubs went. Adrina was more of an upscale bar type of girl, or a dark goth club kind of girl - both options a little more obvious from her appearance and demeanor.

But this was certainly the first time she'd been here since she and Eamon had broken up.

She had rationalised this in her head so many times on her way here tonight: Eamon liked this pub. Eamon sometimes came to this pub. But! Eamon couldn't, logically, be in this pub every night and so if he happened to be there at the same time that she was there, then it would be an act of fate and nothing more that brought them together.

She missed him. She missed him like a dull ache deep down inside. No, not dull - there was nothing dull about this ache. It was full-bodied and brightly-burning and psychedelically coloured and it was painting every aspect of her days with pain.

It would be a chance meeting and likely wouldn't happen, and she'd convinced herself so much of it that when she walked in and he wasn't among the people there, the level of disappointment she felt actually surprised her. She felt her body sink into itself with it and her sigh was heavily dragged from her lungs.

She walked slowly over to the bar and leaned against it - in her corset she couldn't really sit comfortably on a bar stool. She'd dressed up far too much for a casual hanging out at the pub, wanting to look her best if he saw her. But now her tightly laced corset and freshly curled hair appeared to be for nothing.

Adrina ordered herself a vodka martini.

Adrina had completely lost the will to do anything beyond lying in her bed. She'd called in sick to work, claiming flu, and one day had turned into five. She knew it was no good to stay here like this, and she knew that it was no good to skip her therapist appointment, and she knew it was no good to shower or to eat or to skip everything else life-related but... Eamon.

Her limbs were heavy and her skin felt clammy and the world had a certain unreal sense to it. Maybe she really did have flu after all. Maybe she'd made herself sick just through sadness.

She was so pathetic. Not just because of how she was acting now, but because of the way she'd managed to lose Eamon so easily. She'd let him slip away, let him walk away and end it. What else could she have done? No, she knew what she should have done: she should have fought for him. She shouldn't have backed down from his stupid words about 'doing what was best for her'. Dammit, didn't she get to decide what was best for her??

Mouth dry, Adrina reached down beside her bed for her water bottle but after sliding her fingers around in the air for a few seconds and not finding it she gave up and pressed her face into the bed. She hadn't cried - not since she'd left Eamon's place. Not since he'd ended it. She felt like she'd forgotten how to cry.

Quinn returned from Deirdre's wedding feeling depressed and sort of sick to his stomach. Giles had cheated on Deirdre. The man he had trusted with his dear friend's happiness with had broken her heart at her wedding. And all he could think about was his own missing husband.

Flynn had known this would happen. He had said it. And Quinn had wanted to believe that Flynn was wrong.

And now Flynn had broken Quinn's heart too. He was alone and Deirdre's wedding had only reminded him of it. He missed his husband like a part of himself.

It all hurt too much and Quinn simply pulled his suit coat and shirt off on his way to his room. He changed into pajamas there and then, with one glance at his empty bed, he abandoned his room altogether for his housemate's.

Adrina next to her boyfriend when Quinn moved into her room. Her boyfriend happened to be Quinn's brother, which luckily made it slightly less awkward when Quinn crawled into bed and curled his arm around his best friend who had her arm curled around Eamon.

And there, with two of the people he loved most in the world, he found sleep knowing that neither of them would ever forsake him.

Current Mood: sad

Current Mood: sad

Two weeks ago, Quinn had nearly been killed by his brother-in-law, and then he had witnessed his beloved husband aim a gun straight at him before said murderous brother-in-law exploded all over Quinn's face. It was fair to say Quinn had had a shitty time since then.

Having kicked his husband out of their home, Quinn had relocated to one of their house's spare rooms and curled up on an air mattress. And there he had stayed. His older brother had practically moved in to take care of him, but Quinn was too far gone to even feel grateful. He couldn't feel much of anything. He was numb.

Eamon entered the room like he had every day for the past two weeks. He crossed the floor and opened the curtains to let the sun in. Quinn groaned and he turned his face towards the pillow, an action Eamon sighed sadly to see. And then Quinn shocked Eamon by doing something he hadn't done much of since the end of August. He spoke.

"Whyyyyy?"

Eamon blinked and then he moved closer to Quinn. "It's sunshine, Q. It's good for you."

"Fuck sunshine in it's fucking arse," Quinn growled. Quinn wasn't much for cursing, even coming from Whitehead. It was strange to hear him say such things, despite the situation.

"Okay..." Eamon stood there, wondering what to do, when the boys were joined by Adrina.

Quinn pulled the blankets away from his face and he looked over at his best friend and his face crumpled. "Adrina," he whispered, and then he cried.

Current Mood: crushed

Current Mood: crushed

The night had not granted Flynn very much sleep. He practically bounced out of bed on the morning of his wedding, having spent the entire night beside his best friend trying not to think of every single thing that could go wrong. Morning had barely touched the sky, and Flynn couldn't stay there any longer. It was his wedding day now. Who really cared that it was five in the morning? He was supposed to be frazzled with nervous energy, right?

( You're all I want, you're all I need, you're Everything )

Current Mood: ecstatic

Current Mood: ecstatic

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Entries tagged with adrina black

we all feel black and we feel blue - Adrina, Open/Standalone

Talking about the thing. (Eamon and Adrina and maybe Quinn and Flynn?)

you’ll only hear the knock of your own heart as signal - Adrina, Quinn, Flynn

A twist of fate - Adrina, Eamon

No moon to keep her armour bright - Adrina, Flynn, Quinn

Count my blessings until I break (Quinn, Eamon, Adrina)