damnare (damnare) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-03-06 12:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | damon salvatore, irene adler |
Who: Luca Darby & Sophie Duncan
What: Anger, realisation that Luca is an ass
Where: Sophie’s apartment
When: The morning after this
Warnings: Anger. Lots and lots of anger.
The sun had long since risen into the sky by the time Luca woke in the unfamiliar bed. Sleep had been fitful at first, thoughts racing, still hyper alert even with the alcohol dulling his senses. At some point, he had fallen asleep, and from that point on, had slept like the dead. Upon finally waking, he started with his customary full body stretch, only to be halted by something restraining his arms.
Almost immediately, those dark eyes flew open and he jerked his arms, finding them very securely bound to the headboard. “What the fuck, Sophie! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he roared, quickly coming to his senses as he raged against the bed. Whatever was going through her pretty little head, Luca didn’t find amusing in the slightest. “I told you I’m not fucking playing any goddamned games with you!” He didn’t see her in the room immediately, but he was sure his growls of anger would meet her ears, wherever it was she hid in the apartment.