#starter;elora

[fionnaubin]

for: @elora-luna

location: allard alley

Maybe he'd fucked up, was a thought which crossed Fionn's slightly addled mind. The vampire had assured him trading blood for weed was a good deal, and that it wouldn't even hurt, and with the cut hours he was about to deal with what with The Catch needing repairs, he'd thought it would be a good shout to save money. That being said, was he meant to feel so... out of it?

He put a hand to his neck as he stumbled along dizzily, reaching out to the wall for stability. He'd expected it to be a small wound and to heal quick, but his hand came away wet and even in the dim alley he could see the liquid was dark, was his own blood. The thought made Fionn slightly nauseous, or maybe that was the blood loss, and with the distraction and his vision blurring he barely saw the girl pass in front of him and nearly bumped straight into her, only at the last minute managing to take an unsteady step back with a wide eyed, unfocused look of apology, "sorry, I'm sorry-"

[fionnchristie]

for: @elora-opulence

location: outside fionn’s apartment, descray

He’d thought he was being so cute, so funny, begging her to come back in that way - and in Fionn’s mind it had been an emergency, he’d missed her so much, needed to see her. It was only now, as he opened the door ecstatically only to be faced with Elora’s concerned expression that it began to dawn on Fionn that it might not have been the correct way to behave after all.

For a moment, he even considered feigning a cough or a wheeze and acting like he’d been telling the truth, but Fionn had never been good at acting, and besides he smelled an awful lot like weed and cigarettes which he suspected would lead to a discussion regardless about his habits versus their effects on his health. Instead he was made to push through with the original idea, and to be fair that was easy as a smile had appeared on his face almost as soon as he saw her, widening across his cheeks - he was happy to see her, no matter the situation. “Hey.”

[cass-evans]

for: @elora-opulence

location: cass’ apartment, descray

It was easy to tidy up if you’d never decorated much to begin with, he had learned. Cass didn’t often have people round, though. Theo had been allowed in, once or twice. Ryden, when he’d let himself in to deal with an unwell Cass who had refused help that came in any way but forcibly. But for the most part, the boxy apartment remained scarce. Good enough for him, if not visitor appropriate. The bedroom was empty but for the closet that had came with the place; he slept on the beaten up sofa in the living room, blanket and pillow folded neatly on top of it rather than strewn around like they normally would be. The kitchen was barely touched - if he was being honest he rarely cooked anymore, was often too fucked or simply too tired to remember, but he’d had to bother today after offering. Typical of Cass, to make promises he then struggled to fulfil.

He could cook though, luckily, even if he often chose not to. He was nearly done stirring the sauce through the pasta - penne alla vodka, thankfully simple lest he go too adventurous and fuck it up the one time he had a guest - when he heard the knock on the door and made his way to the front door, leaning in the doorway as if to block the view of the inside of the apartment even though Elora would soon enough come in. “I didn’t think you’d actually come,” Cass admitted quietly, as he stepped back to allow her in.

[fionnchristie]

@elora-opulence

Maybe it had been a joke, their suggestion that they run to each other, meet in the middle. But if it had been, then it was a joke Fionn had misunderstood, because he had sprinted to get to her, caught up in the sheer excitement of finding her, like a child or a teenager experiencing feelings for the first time and overwhelmed with them. It was a naivety Fionn had had underlying his personality before, but now it seemed she brought it out more and more each time he saw her, and it brought him unbridled joy, enough to make him want to do anything to see her again.

And so when he finally made it to her, he was out of breath, but the grin on his face was clear even if he couldn't yet vocalise his happiness and he pulled her to him, messy kiss landing right on her lips as Fionn span her around, laughing breathlessly, "I missed you."



[fionnchristie]

for: @elora-opulence

location: fionn's apartment, descray

It perhaps said a lot about his priorities that as the mist had made it's appearance at Founder's Day, Fionn's first priority as Rosita slipped away had been finding Elora - making sure she was okay, checking that she hadn't been affected too badly as a werewolf. Unable to locate her, he'd had to settle for a panicked text and the promise that she would come to see him at some other point over the course of the week, which if nothing else was a good opportunity to have a reason to clean his poky apartment and put away at least some of the trash, make his bed for the first time in a while to attempt to seem more like a put together human. (Ironic, considering the events gave him - for once - an excuse to be falling apart, and yet this was the time he chose to seem fine.)

Still, his first words as he came to the door were a warning regarding the state of the place, as if Elora wouldn't be used by now to the state of chaos Fionn normally inhabited. "It's kind of a mess," he said softly, apologetically, leaning in the doorway as if trying to block her seeing it before she even entered. "Sorry. Um," what to say? Where to even begin with so much having happened? "Is it insanely idiotic if I ask how you're doing?"

[fionnchristie]

for: @elora-opulence

where: outside her building

"I was starting to think," Fionn joked quietly, "that you were gonna leave me here all night and I was gonna have to make friends with the pigeons." He gestured to the birds gathering round him as he sat cross legged on the sidewalk, one almost heading into his lap as he took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled, before it seemed to think better of it and flew away instead. Of course, in Elora's defence, Fionn was at least twenty minutes past the time he had said he was going to arrive, courtesy of never having been to her new place and getting horrendously lost almost instantly upon leaving his own street. (Google Maps, as usual, had been no help.) He got up slowly, giving her a look as if he were trying to ascertain her state of being simply through sight - making his concern a little obvious even though he didn't ask, not wanting to immediately dampen the mood. "Are you gonna give me the tour?"

[cass-evans]

for: @elora-opulence

location: the den

Maybe she'd noticed his lack of presence at the Den over the past month, or maybe not - either way, Cass wasn't particularly inclined to providing an explanation for his absence, although the sheepish smile on his face when Elora turned to face him and the quick eyebrow raise he offered indicated that he might be capable of experiencing at least some measure of guilt regarding his going off radar. "Is it gonna be a total dick move if I ask for a welcome back free drink?"