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.
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.
Quinn groaned at the text he had just received. "Eamon sounds really upset. He wants us to come over."

"Now?!" Flynn squeaked. He was currently flat on his back, since he had been in the middle of being spectacularly fucked by Quinn.

Coitus Interruptus )
Quinn groaned at the text he had just received. "Eamon sounds really upset. He wants us to come over."

"Now?!" Flynn squeaked. He was currently flat on his back, since he had been in the middle of being spectacularly fucked by Quinn.

Coitus Interruptus )
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.
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.
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.
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.
Eamon opened his front door to find his little brother standing there, grinning like a moron. Not that Eamon ever thought Quinn was a moron... "So newlyweds do come up for air?" Eamon laughed, letting Quinn inside.

Happiness is contextual )
Eamon opened his front door to find his little brother standing there, grinning like a moron. Not that Eamon ever thought Quinn was a moron... "So newlyweds do come up for air?" Eamon laughed, letting Quinn inside.

Happiness is contextual )
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 )
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 )
It was Christmas, and for the first time ever, the entire family was in London for it. Maree and Bob had moved down and were well and truly settled. Even Quinn's birth parents had come to stay in order to be with their son on Christmas. It was Flynn's third Christmas with Quinn, and he was quite sure the novelty would never, ever wear off.

Whoa, Okay... )
It was Christmas, and for the first time ever, the entire family was in London for it. Maree and Bob had moved down and were well and truly settled. Even Quinn's birth parents had come to stay in order to be with their son on Christmas. It was Flynn's third Christmas with Quinn, and he was quite sure the novelty would never, ever wear off.

Whoa, Okay... )
The band had finished their stint in the US and Canada on the 19th, and flown out to Dublin, then on to Cork Airport. The band were exhausted, and Flynn hadn't slept on the plane. He had been too busy reliving his experience from the last time he had returned from a US tour to find his beloved Quinn broken in his own home. It was a fear he couldn't seem to shake, no matter how often Quinn assured him everything was okay.

OH MY GOD HE'S DEA...oh hi... )
The band had finished their stint in the US and Canada on the 19th, and flown out to Dublin, then on to Cork Airport. The band were exhausted, and Flynn hadn't slept on the plane. He had been too busy reliving his experience from the last time he had returned from a US tour to find his beloved Quinn broken in his own home. It was a fear he couldn't seem to shake, no matter how often Quinn assured him everything was okay.

OH MY GOD HE'S DEA...oh hi... )
The shelter was finally finished. The Wakefield brothers had put the last coat of paint on the walls and They were now celebrating their victory by sitting on the sheet covered floor, drinking beer in Eamon's case, and a fruity drink in Quinn's case.

Entirely for cuteness )
The shelter was finally finished. The Wakefield brothers had put the last coat of paint on the walls and They were now celebrating their victory by sitting on the sheet covered floor, drinking beer in Eamon's case, and a fruity drink in Quinn's case.

Entirely for cuteness )
They were celebrating. The shelter was almost kind of close to almost opening, and Quinn and Eamon didn't need much to convince them to celebrate anyway. They had gone out for a nice lunch, Eamon's treat because he had been paid. Eamon was driving Quinn's slightly decrepit car, and Quinn was pleasantly drunk in the passenger seat, which turned out to be to his extreme benefit. It meant he was quite limp and relaxed on impact.

The Big Sleep )

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