Adrian Ivashkov | Vampire Academy/Bloodlines (ivashkinated) wrote in paradisolog, @ 2016-04-01 02:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~adrian ivashkov (ivashkinated), ~melissa glaser (airmagic) |
WHO: Adrian Ivashkov and OTA
WHAT: Looking for a squirrel or something
WHERE: The woods
WHEN: Friday morning
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Complete
Adrian had to admit that he was a tiny bit piqued by the fact that he'd been on Sex Island this long and hadn't managed to get laid. He knew the problem wasn't with him. He still looked as gorgeously badass as he always had. Sure, his clothes were getting kind of shabby, but in comparison to everyone else...well, he was still a ten on an island full of...well, hell. Most people here were tens, what was he talking about? The people here were so ridiculously attractive that he almost couldn't believe it. But he was too, so what gave? He wasn't a jerk or anything. And he was definitely being his normal charming self. Usually he acted like this, and panties just came off. But he wasn't even sure he'd loosened any yet.
Damn.
And on top of that, he was out here in the woods looking for some little rodent or something to feed from. And of course, he wasn't even draining the little rodents, out of an excess of caution. Would he turn Strigoi if he killed a rat? Or just a human? Well, either way, he wasn't taking any chances. So he was just sipping from a one before letting it go and finding another. It was tedious, and disgusting, but he wasn't ready to just come out as a vampire to the group yet. Sage knew, but she kind of wasn't even allowed to tell anyone, which made things a whole lot easier.
The only thing good about being out here this morning was the sunshine. He'd always hidden from it, but after the Powers had made him immune, he'd switched to a diurnal schedule and was spending as much time out in it as physically possible. It was an amazing feeling, and not one he could have anywhere else.
He'd just caught his most recent squirrel and was getting ready to take the pitifully small drink of its blood that he was allowing himself when he heard a stick crash in the woods. He quickly hid the squirrel behind his back, hoping that it would be like a lot of animals, and like Moroi, and offered a shit-eating grin to the person who emerged from the woods. He really didn't want to be caught like this.
"Hey!" he said, way too cheery for his own good.