[of our own device]

Who: Cora and Aiden
Where: Outside of Staff Apartments
When: Dawn
What: Reacting to the worst dream ever.
Warnings: Sex (in dream form)

( The problem with addiction was the chance of relapse. )

Who: Cora and Aiden
Where: Serenity Pool
When: Early Morning


Cora had a break before her shift, before the cleaning and her other services, so she'd decided to have a calm swim before she returned to work. The spa would be quiet. Not many guests used it in the early morning hours and she could swim without worrying about having to have the moment interrupted by a guest.

She dipped below the surface, red hair streaming around her as she lingered in one spot for a moment. There was a calm to being beneath the surface; thankfully, hydrotherapy had never been like this. No, this was something different, something special. She felt pure beneath the water. She'd had so many moments of calm like this before. Everything was slower. Relaxed.

Surfacing, she caught sight of a figure moving towards the water and she realized that her time might be up for the morning. She made her way to the ladder and began climbing out before she recognized the person.

Dr. Mallory. Her cheeks grew pink, from the exertion of swimming, she promised herself, and she reached for a towel, wrapping it around her torso quickly. She had been seen by countless guests, but for some reason, she felt bare in that moment. Exposed.

"Good morning, Doctor." She was quiet, offering him a brief and polite smile.

WHO. Daniel, Ashling & Aiden
WHERE. Lobby
WHEN. Early Morning

Daniel didn't park the car well, but then, when dizzy from blood-loss and heat and panic, parking wasn't the strongest concern. The hotel had appeared as a God send and Daniel was muttering beneath his breath, every prayer he could think of to Jesucristo and all of the Saints. He managed to push the car door open and he stumbled out of it, leaving his bag in the car. He hit the lock on his keys right before hitting his knees, dust and sand pluming up into the air. Blood dripped down his hand and he groaned, pushing himself up as he staggered towards the glass doors at the hotel entrance.

He didn't want them to call the police. If they called the police, he was going to go to jail. He had drugs in his car. Money in his car. If he went to jail, he'd be killed there. The cartel would find him and kill him. He wasn't important enough to bail out. Not even if Rodrigo had managed to make it out.

Rodrigo. His brother.

He fell down in front of the doors and turned over onto his back. His shoulder was throbbing, leaking blood onto the sand. He felt the sun beat down, the heat unbearable.

Was this Hell? He deserved it.

"Dios te salve, Maria, llena eres de gracia..."