Conor (nevertrustice) wrote in cirque_rp, @ 2017-06-23 07:53:00 |
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Prompt; Chariot
Who: Conor & Byron
What: Drinks and apologies and who knows what else
When: May 18, 11 p.m.
Where: Byron's trailer
Warnings: Let's just slap a NSFW on this one
This was a terrible idea. Conor knew it, in every part of his brain, and yet he was going anyway. That was the thing about Byron that was similar to heroin: terrible for you, very enticing, and you always swore the last time was the last time. But now there was a thread of steel in his resolve. This thing he had with Cass, fragile though it might be, was good for him. If for no other reason than to have someone who cared, and to put things into perspective.
Still, he turned up a few minutes before 11 and knocked on the door, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. A wind kicked up and blew his hair into his eyes, and he brushed it out of the way. He wanted his vision clear, because he had no idea of what to expect.