Côme - Komos - Comus (comus_hither) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-04-30 00:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | amaya bertineau, komos, nsfw |
No hangover...
Set the morning after this.
A lot of Komos's mornings (most people's afternoons) felt, in their early stages, much like that movie with the bachelor party, Mike Tyson's tiger, and that atrocious Chinese dude. ...he wasn't big on the details of the movie, just like he wasn't big on the details of most of his nights. It was the way of things with him.
That 'morning' was no different. He woke up with a pounding headache, and no idea whose suite he was in, when he cracked an eye open to check. He screwed his eyes tight shut again, resolved to get some Bloody Marys under his belt ASAfuckingP, then only realized that, not unlike a lot of these mornings of his, there was a body half sprawled on top of him. He slowly opened his eyes, let them get reaccustomed to light, then focused on the... oh wow. Yeah, things were coming back to him now that he saw the pretty face asleep on his stomach. His bare stomach, and she was wearing his shirt, okay. He was stark naked himself, which normally wouldn't have made him blink an eye, but he was supposed to behave with this one.
Though, considering that whatever they had done (a lot of the evening was still a blank - including the end), they had done it after getting fucking married, maybe he had.
He was even wearing a ring. At least it wasn't gold, but still. Just. What the fucking fuck, K, Dionysus was going to kill him.
But hey, at least she was pretty. And fun!
He still very gently tried to slide out from underneath Amaya (he even remembered her name; if that wasn't behaving, he didn't know what was), but froze almost instantly when she made a small, irritated sound, and shifted on top of him.