Dorcas Meadowes (bp_dorcas) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-09-10 20:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 09, character: caradoc dearborn, character: dorcas meadowes |
RP: Dorcas and Caradoc
Who: Dorcas Meadowes and Caradoc
Where: Caradoc's room
When: September 10
Summary: Dorcas wakes up in the wrong bed, and in the wrong year
Dorcas grunted slightly as she turned in her sleep, her arm tucked under the pillow, wand firm in her grip even in her dreams. She flinched slightly at the buzz in her ears, and buried her head deeper into the pillow. In her dreams it was raining, cold buzzing rain though she wasn't wet. She was cold though, and naked and pulled down her hand to pull up her covers - only she was oddly enough on top of them. Blinking, she opened her eyes, seeing the darkness outside her window, though why was the window there? It was supposed to be on the other side of the...
Sitting up straight in a second, Dorcas had her wand out and ready. She knew she'd fallen asleep at home, in her own bed, or even she would have hesitated to keep her wand in her hand. It was one of the reasons why sex was easier with people you didn't know too well. You could fuck and leave and go to sleep at home with your wand in your hand in case something were to happen. But this wasn't at home, and definitely not a place she'd been to last night. Also, it was obvious she wasn't alone. Someone unknown was obviously in the shower - at least if sound was anything to go by.
She looked around the room, but her clothes were no where to be seen, and before she could go and look for them, she could hear the water being turned off. She stayed on the bed, not covering up in case she needed to move fast. A sheet could be deadly if she was to tangle herself in it and she'd rather be alive then covered up. Her wand was aimed at the door when a man came out into the bedroom, wet and drying herself.
"Who are-" She stopped mid-sentence. "Caradoc?" she asked in disbelief, still holding her wand at ready in case this was a trick though not aiming it at him any longer. "Could you please tell me what the hell I'm doing in your bed? I thought we both agreed that this was not a good idea," she pointed out, though she frowned even as she said it. "And what is this place? It looks familiar but it's certainly not your home."