Adrian Pucey (atthedivide) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-11-15 10:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, 1998 november, adrian pucey, cassius warrington |
Who: Adrian and Cassius Warrington
When: Sunday morning, relatively early
Where: the Quidditch pitch
What: Adrian's full of restless energy
Rating: TBD
Adrian was falling. It was fast, wind whistling as he plummeted. His surroundings were dark. There seemed to be no end...
He jerked to awareness with a gasp in the semi-darkness of his bedroom, Angelina sleeping on beside him. His body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, so he wiped his face with the palm of one hand. In his chest, his heart was pounding, like he'd just run six miles at full speed. He needed to get up. To move, and get his head back on straight. There was a lingering discomfort from the dream, though it was tempered by his being grateful that it hadn't woken his...girlfriend? Could he call her that? They hadn't really put a label on anything yet, though the fact that she was - for all intents and purposes - living with him likely said something along those lines to the other residents of the castle. Whatever the case, she made him happy. Kind of stupidly happy, actually, to the point that he found himself grinning at the most odd times throughout the day over nothing more than the memory of her laughter.
Leaning over the edge of the bed, Adrian pressed a kiss to her temple and smoothed a hand over her dark hair. She was lovely and trusting and it wouldn't be fair to wake her just yet. He'd never been the type to sleep in, but with Angelina warm in his arms, Adrian was starting to find it very hard to get out of bed on the weekends.
Foregoing his usual two cups of coffee, Adrian brushed his teeth and pulled on trainers, sweats, and a hoodie (with the hood up over his hair). There was a real bite in the air, even inside the castle. The grass outside was tipped with frost, a fog slowly burning off as the sun rose higher. It turned the world gold. Hard to believe bad things could happen somewhere so beautiful. Adrian blew out a long breath, watching as it clouded on the air. Just the dream, he told himself. There was no reason to be so out of sorts. Exercise would fix that. He started walking, leaned into a jog, then pelted into an all-out run. He kept running until the grass was wet enough with melting frost that it could be dangerous against the rubber soles of his shoes. The activity left him just on the other side of too warm, so to cool off, he headed for the pitch. An early-morning flight wouldn't go amiss; he'd even try it without the charms.