Elisabeth Glorianna Braddock // Psylocke (shadow_lust) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-01-02 02:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | elisabeth braddock, michael connelly |
I'm just a maybe
WHO: Scout and Psylocke.
WHAT: Soothing nightmares and breaking in new beds.
WHEN: After the pub crawl aka New Year's Day.
RATING: R. Seriously, don't ever expect anything less when it's these two. ^^
STATUS: Complete.
It'd been a blur, the night before. One pub to the next, drink after drink, and it only seemed to grow more enjoyable as the night progressed. Elisabeth would never think herself in such a situation (namely because she never thought she'd be in L.A. by some unknown means) on the holiday of alcohol and games. Really, though? She wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
Somewhere down the line it was established that she would be going home with Scout to 'see his new place' and some other excuses of drunkardness and what have you. If she thought herself satisfied with his performance at Starbuck's, she was blown away the minute they crossed the threshold of his new home. There was no need for haste and words could be spoken above a whisper. The scars hadn't bothered her then and they sure as hell didn't make her flinch or worry now. They added character and she adored him for it. He owed her stories, of course, but she could wait.
Perhaps it was out of habit, but at the end of the 'night,' Elisabeth had securely and comfortably wrapped herself about Michael, falling asleep within moments of finding said comfort.