Isadora Raleigh (poison_and_fire) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-10-21 23:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 10, isadora raleigh, spike spiegel |
RP: Interesting
Characters: Dora, Spike
Time/Date: 8:30ish AM, October 22
Location: her suite
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Isadora wakes up and isn't as alone as she thought she'd be
Status: complete
She hated the mornings after being drugged. Not only did she have her own pain to contend with, but the cycling echo of Iridia's bouncing back at her. It was her own, reflected (she was fairly certain; she didn't think they could drug a dæmon), but that didn't make it any less real. She laid still in bed, waiting for Iridia to come around. Even if they couldn't drug him directly, he never seemed to come out as fast as she did.
So she laid in bed, stroking her dæmon as she waited for him to come out. In the meantime, she listened. Listened to the wind whispering past the window. Listened to the sounds coming from the other rooms around her, above her, below her.
When Iridia began to stir, Dora smiled over to him before finally easing out of bed. She ducked into the bathroom to clean up and explore it a bit; she found some aspirin in the medicine cabinet and she swallowed two of them. They may or may not help her head, but they were there and she was there, so why not.
"He's here."
Isadora glanced over to Iridia who was standing in the doorway, gazing past her toward the door at the far end.
"Who?" she asked, wondering if she already knew. The look Iridia gave her was enough. Dora moved to the door and rested a hand on it before hesitating. No ... she wouldn't wake him. Let him find her. "You're sure?" she asked that cat.
"It smells like him," Iridia said before he turned to head toward the door that would lead into the common area of the suite.
That, she knew, meant little. It could be a clone of him, or a version of him that didn't know her, or ... it could simply be the scent he'd left in the room before he'd died. But no, Iridia would have known if he wasn't actually there, and wouldn't have said anything. Now though, she was very curious.
After dressing in one of her typical dresses, Dora made her way to the common area. She found the TV remote and surfed the channel guide until she found a movie that had lots of shooting. There was a certain morbid amusement to the idea of her waking him up with gunfire. Settling back into the couch, she watched as Iridia moved to settle beside it. Then, Isadora turned up the volume on the TV until it was past comfortable listening levels and definitely angling toward the 'too loud' side of things.
She wondered how long it would take to draw him out.