Last Friday Night, tag: drez

[Andrezi Damask]

He pointed. "We're here," he said, though actually they had a few more feet to go. Close enough to say it, anyway. He led her to the steps, opened and held the door for her. "Welcome." After she entered he shut the door and found his way to a lamp to light it, which illuminated... not all that much.

Visible was two doorways, one leading to the kitchen/dining area, the other leading to a hallway that branch into the bedroom and the "fun" room (where he trained when he didn't want to train outside). "Bed's through here," he said, pointing to the doorway on the right. Then he led the way and lit another lamp so she would be able to see to the bed, at least.

Originally he had been thinking he would take the bed, but now he was realizing how incredibly selfish that was. And he was supposed to be chivalrous. "The bed's yours. I'll sleep on the floor in here," he said, gesturing to "fun" room door.

[Yohana zu Heltzer]

Yohana paused to take in the surroundings.

That pause lasted about thirty seconds. To say that his home was sparsely decorated was a kindness. But that was to be expected -- he was a simple man, so simple accommodations seemed to follow suit.

"Bed!" she shouted in excitement, without realizing she was shouting. Yet she had enough self-awareness as to keep from flinging herself on the mattress upon first glimpse of it. That was ill-mannered. It wasn't until he actually set forth the offer that she took a tentative step toward it. Hana glanced at him, and, solely out of politeness, asked, "Are you sure? It's your home..."

Which was really a stupid thing to say, since she was greedy and honestly wanted the bed all to herself, but she was trying to maintain some pretense of humility.

[Andrezi Damask]

"And you are my guest," he said, gesturing to the bed again.

[Yohana zu Heltzer]

"Well, if you insist!" She flopped back on the bed rather ungracefully, eyes closed, arms folded neatly over her chest, legs dangling off the edge. For a moment, she laid still, seeming dead asleep, before sitting upright abruptly and looking down at her feet.

"Oh. I am far too dressed..." Hana murmured, bending to untie her boots, which she kicked aside swiftly, and then fumbled at the laces on the front of her bodice. It was as if she'd forgotten she wasn't at home, alone, because...well, she had forgotten.

Once she had it started, it was easy to peel the rest of her loosened dress off. That, too, fell to the floor, and left her in little more than her sheer chemise. Stretching and yawning, she burrowed under the blankets and fell asleep.

[Andrezi Damask]

He watched her for a second after she dropped onto the bed, to make sure she fell asleep, and then he turned to sit in the nearby chair and unlace his boots.

And then she sat bolt upright and scared the bepryyo out of him. He looked to see that she was

Taking her clothes off. Well then. He watched her, wide-eyed, waiting for her to realize that she wasn't the only one in the room, but she didn't. Then she was under the blankets and off to sleep.

He shook his head. What a night.

He moved into the other room and, without pillow or blanket, laid down and slept in the middle of the floor. Easily, too. As if he did so every night, with no trouble at all. Which wasn't exactly true.

He didn't do it every night.


(I'm assuming this one's over, so I'll start a new one on the CURRENT site. Because dear god this thread.)