|Jesse Delacroix (delacroix_) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2014-03-10 05:28:00
|Entry tags:||jesse delacroix, nicholas rowland|
Who: Jesse Delacroix & Nicholas Rowland
What: This was not what I was expecting...
When: Morning of February 15th
Where: Nicholas' place
Warnings: Language, discussion of past assaults, TBD
Jesse had woken up the morning of Valentine's Day with his brain in a fog. He generally felt things pretty strongly, but this was on a whole other level. He had to go and find Nicholas right then, he felt like he'd vibrate out of his skin if he didn't. Unfortunately, he had deliveries to make all over the city, and fear of the consequences of not doing his job was a bit like a jet of cold water to the face.
So he finished his deliveries, which took a lot longer than he would have liked, then headed back to clean up. He smelled like smoke and exhaust, and he'd been wearing old jeans and a ratty henley. So he showered and changed, then headed over to Nicholas' house, with no real plan, but then again, he'd managed to wing it on his own for over eight years, he figured he could tackle one night.
When he woke up the next morning, his head was pounding like he'd been drinking all night. The fog and urgency from last night was gone, but the headache was almost worse. He looked around, blinking against the sunlight. This wasn't his place, he knew that the moment he'd awoken. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but to do any more thinking, he needed coffee first.