The Morning After Meme (Expanded)

[bottecellie]

the morning after ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios ① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S UP AND ABOUT -- MAYBE DRESSED, MAYBE NOT -- AND IN THE KITCHEN. WHAT ARE THEY MAKING YOU? COULD IT BE... GRILLED CHEESE? ② HIT ME BABY: THEY'RE SUCH A PEACEFUL SLEEPER. A PEACEFUL, SEXY SLEEPER. ACTUALLY THERE'S TOO MUCH OF THAT SLEEPING HAPPENING. WHY DON'T YOU WAKE THEM UP, WORLD'S KINDEST ALARM? ③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED: YOU WAKE UP TO FIND THEY'RE RUMMAGING ABOUT FOR THEIR CLOTHES, ABOUT TO LEAVE. WHY THE RUSH, AND CAN YOU CONVINCE THEM TO STAY? ④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER: AND THE EVENING, MAYBE EVEN THE MORNING AFTER AFTER... HOURS HAVE PASSED BUT YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE EACH OTHER! OR MAYBE ONE OF YOU JUST WON'T... ⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL: THERE'S A TIGER IN THE CLOSET, A BABY IN THE BATHROOM, AND A TOTAL STRANGER CURLED UP BESIDE YOU. WHO IS THIS PERSON BESIDE YOU SMELLING OF TEQUILA AND REGRET? DO THEY KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT WHAT, OR WHO, WENT DOWN THAN YOU DO? ⑥ WET AND WILD: DON'T FEEL TOO LONELY WAKING UP BY YOURSELF -- THE SHOWER'S ON AND THE SOUND OF WATER FALLING IS MIGHTY INVITING. WHY DON'T YOU GET CLEANED UP -- OR DOWN AND DIRTY ALL OVER AGAIN? ⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE: SLEEP? WHAT IS THIS SLEEP THING YOU SPEAK OF? DAWN'S BREAKING AND NEITHER OF YOU HAVE GOTTEN A WINK, OR WANT ONE. WHO'S READY FOR ROUND asjldkjl? ⑧ A BITTER PILL: TURNS OUT THE REASON YOU SCORED WASN'T YOUR SPARKLING WIT AND MAGNETIC CONFIDENCE. YOUR PARTNER HAD AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE -- THEY ALREADY KNEW IT, AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO. RECON? REVENGE? REBOUND? TAG AND FIND OUT, IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH! ⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE: THAT SLEEPY PERSON IN YOUR LIVING ROOM HAD A GREAT NIGHT -- WITH YOUR ROOMMATE. WELL, MIGHT AS WELL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WHILE YOU'RE BOTH THERE, RIGHT? ... RIGHT? ⑩ WILD CARD: ROLL MORE THAN ONCE AND COMBINE SCENARIOS, CHOOSE YOUR FAVOURITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN! Stolen from here.

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Albali Gliese/The Iscariot | Homestuck RDV: Ancestors AU

[judasinthemaking]

1 + 2 + .. p-probably 5?

[sulks]

[he warned you, bro.

sometimes he is too nice for his own good. really, he is! this guy was an an ungrateful douchenozzle and here he was, dutifully finishing breakfast preparations for his still sleeping guest. the breakfast of highbloods, even.

levtan enters the room quietly, setting the tray full of food lightly on the unoccupied side of the bed. he doesn't seem to care he's in nothing but his briefs either, fancy that. but the time was now, the last dregs of sunshine just fading to darkness through the curtains. his hangover had long since vanished, and it was time for albali to face his.]

Rise an' shine, moonshine.

[judasinthemaking]

Fuck you. Fuck you and the hoofbeast you rode on. Fuck you and the goddamn ocean that spat you out. Fuck you.

[Albali didn't want to wake up. Just. In case it wasn't obvious. He's buried face-first into the pillow, not really caring much about decency or whether that sheet is covering his ass or not. He just wants to sleep. Possibly forever. He reaches for the other pillow and unceremoniously presses it over his head, as if he could shut out Levtan with that.

Sweet merciful Mother Grub, what does a poor Jadeblood need to do around here to be allowed to pass out and forget last night ever happened?]

[sulks]

[well okay if that's the way you want to play it

he folds back the comforter on his side, placing the breakfast upon the sheets. and, still mindful of the tray, proceeds to rip the covers off completely.]

[judasinthemaking]

[Eyes snap open as Albali lets out something of a surprised yelp. And then he rolls around, to half sit up, half crouch against the headboard and glare. Behold this glare, Levtan, it could freeze up the desert. It could make the ocean into an icicle. It takes something to be this naked and still glare that hard.

Then Albali lets out a groan and drags his hands down his face, passing air through his fangs.]

Of course you're fucking chirpy in the evenings. Why the fuck not.

[sulks]

[too bad levtan fucking sucks at reading the atmosphere or anything else remotely related. well, he's pretty good at predicting people and discerning what their motives may be, and that's about it. it did allow him to confiscate any of albali's weapons, though-- and then he'll be nice enough to supply a fresh pair of clothes.

touching.

he returns the stare evenly, though is frowning in turn.]

There's some pain medication an' water on the bedside table nearest you.

[judasinthemaking]

[Albali took a longer moment to rest his throbbing head in his hands, moaning somewhat as he ran his fingers through his hair. He wanted so badly to rub the base of his horns, but not with Levtan watching. He muttered something including the word "diurnal" and a lot of "fuck", before he nodded and looked over to find said pain medication and said water and hope to calm his skull and the raging migraine trying to forcefully escape it.]

[sulks]

[levtan takes his momentary distraction to sit on the edge of the bed. not that he wouldn't have done so, anyway. he looks pretty benign... for the moment, mostly due to the fact that he's not outright sneering.

discouragement is definitely not something he happens to be feeling.]

Are you hungry?

[judasinthemaking]

[He finds himself casually rolling his fingers through his hair, especially around the base of his horns and he hates himself a little for it. He took a moment to reply, getting his head and his hangover under control.]

...perhaps a little.

[He still somehow managed to make that sound sullen beyond words.]

[sulks]

[he'll just be on the edge of the bed. lovingly admiring albali from where he sits. it's pretty uncalled for, actually.

he jabs his finger to the left, towards the plate full of breakfast.]

[judasinthemaking]

...do you have any idea how hard it is to hate you when you're actually being helpful?

[Goddammit, finface. Stop doing nice things to him. But he slowly reaches for breakfast. He's sure he'll be back to normal levels of sheer hateful assholery once he's got his fill.]

[sulks]

If I was tryin' to get you to hate me, we'd be in a quadrant already.

[FACT. or so he'd like to think. but take that statement however you like, albali, as its pretty rich with double meaning. not that he's going to elaborate if he doesn't anyway, however.]

[judasinthemaking]

[Albali snorted and studiously glared at his food.]

The terrifying thing is that you might actually be right.

[sulks]

'Course I am.

[thank you for reaffirming his self-worth, as that's generally what it rests around. looking smug, he lays back on the bed, and rests the side of his face against a fist.]

[judasinthemaking]

[A snort. But then he digs into the food, concentrating on that and not on the sheer awkward of...]

So.

[A bite. Chew, chew, chew. Chew, Albali, grinding your teeth is not chewing. Well, it is, but that's not what I mean and you know it.]

Last night.

[sulks]

[he laughs a little through serrated teeth, gaze having yet to move from the jadeblood.]

Go on.

[judasinthemaking]

Yeah.

[Stop. Being an asshole. He needs to organize his thoughts about this, okay. Shut the fuck up. He still not old enough he can mix sexual pleasure with acute disdain without giving himself a headache. Damn.]

Nice to know your tongue has... redeemable uses.

[sulks]

[wow, stop giving him reasons to gloat? though he does flush a bit angrily at the comment, has to quell the immediate urge to claw him across the face. and then also crush the urge to caress that same face, because what the fuck. dealing with albali is akin to dealing with some pissed off, rabies-infected cat.]

Yeah, well.

[--which is quite the amazing deduction he's made on albali's character, levtan thinks. sigh, poetry. he resists the urge for any sort of touching.. for now.]

Weren't exactly complainin', now were you?

[judasinthemaking]

[Wrong - right? - thing to say, there. Albali flushes jade, looking away. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Goddamnit, get it together, you goddamn nooklicker--

Yeah, insulting himself that way wasn't helping with the whole not flushing about things. Damn.]

[sulks]

[cute? well okay he can't really decide if it is or not, but it's his face after all, so it must be. he sits up, eyes keen for things like these, and scoots a little closer. actually, very close. this may get him socked in the face, but honestly? so worth it.

he places a hand over albali's, whether its occupied with plasticware or not. as no, he doesn't trust him with any metal. he leans close, breathes into the curve of albali's neck, and with voice a low purr:]

We could do it again, if you want.

[judasinthemaking]

Er.

[Fuck this shit, this goddamn seadweller finfaced idiot did not make him flustered. No. He refuses to accept such a reality exists. Damn.]

You don't say.

[It would be much more effective as a sardonic comeback if he weren't blushing. And swallowing hard. Fuck this!]

[sulks]

I do say.

[undeterred, as usual. though believe it or not, he is minding his own safety, as seducing as a jadeblood to bed again ranks below such. except not really, if the 'again' has anything to say in that. his hand trails from albali's hand to his wrist to drop down to rest on his thigh, sliding upward. he spreads his fingers.

and his other, to gently tilt albali's chin in his direction.]

What 'bout you, though?

subverted keywords

[judasinthemaking]

[He bares his teeth, but the gesture is more defensive than the usual threatening warning he likes to fling at anyone within ten feet of his person. Goddamn, get your slimy seadweller hands off his fucking person, you're not letting him think. Too close, too close, goddamn, how do trolls usually handle this?]

Perhaps.

[Which is better than "I don't know, fuck you, you're not allowed to ruffle me this much. He swallowed hard, scales tipping.]

Perhaps I could be... ah, persuaded.

[sulks]

Mm.

[that's agreement. as one who's brimming with confidence in this area, justified or not, it's a given. and it's enough of an answer to reaffirm these thoughts. he brushes his lips against albali's, once: as unfortunately, levtan's not going for the quadrant one would... think... he'd be going for. just out of common sense. or from a hypothetical bystander's point of view, really.

the hand rests at his bare hip now, though moves to slowly graze against albali's bulge.]

[judasinthemaking]

[That wasn't a gasp, okay. That was... that was a sharp intake of breath, because it's still odd to have anyone touching him, in general.

It's even weirder that he likes it. How can someone dislike a finface so much, and yet enjoy their hands just as much? It's not very logical or sensible or even vaguely understandable.

He parts his lips, either to lick them, not-gasp again or press a bit more firmly against Levtan. It's still not clear, not even to him.]