Log: Ren & Adrian WHO: Ren & Adrian WHEN: Prior to the bumps in the night. WHERE: Ren's place, then probably the Capital. SUMMARY: Adrian and Ren get out of the suitcase and away from magic projects for a night. WARNINGS: None currently, will update if that changes.
The restlessness Ren currently felt was something he hadn't felt for a while, and he didn't really know what it was borne from. Was it Rey's appearance in Repose? His own sudden uncertainties regarding his old mentors and exes, or a sort of lingering uncertainty about what he was doing with his life in the long-term? He'd been able to ignore it a bit by helping Adrian, which had been nice, but he was also sort of aware that he was ignoring it, and after the party he'd felt his mood shift.
He was dancing around stuff with Adrian, which maybe was the right thing to do because of the fact that he was also helping him figure out the magic, but also Adrian was getting better, and improving, and Ren could see that. And maybe he didn't want to be the 'good' guy anymore, maybe he just wanted a night out with Adrian, maybe he wanted to taste beer on the other man's lips, and walk through too dark streets, and maybe not be told he had fucking terrible pick-up lines. Maybe he did, but.
He pulled on a black t-shirt, and a black jean jacket, and headed for Adrian's case, because he had agreed to a random evening out, spontaneous, and Ren kinda desperately wanted one right now. Maybe that made it a really bad time to go for it, and for some reason there was a kinda sour taste in his mouth that made him afraid that maybe when Adrian didn't need his help anymore, he'd be gone too. Which shouldn't fucking matter, but it maybe did. He rolled his eyes at himself, and opened up the case and headed down into it towards the cottage.
It was still strange to him to have essentially a whole world in his living room in a trunk. And sometimes when he was down there it was difficult to think of it as being inside his living room. He knew it might be different if he were living down here constantly - you'd get used to the boundaries of it, wherever and however they existed, but when he visited, it always felt like just visiting someplace else.
He knocked on the door, letting out a nervous breath. The person he was when he didn't care? That was pretty much the only person who was tolerable, really. So he should probably work on caring less.