[PRP] A Charming Turn of Luck (Talis/E'ros/Torin)

[Meepfur]

Awareness came slowly, starting with a tickle of breath against her hair, the reflex to brush it away from her ear, but her arm was trapped, and had been long enough that it had gone a bit numb.  It was perfectly obvious, even without opening her eyes, that her arm was pinned under someone, and so she didn't try to free it.  Similarly, she squashed the urge to stretch, as all of her was too tangled up to do so without disturbing her companions.  Definitely companions, plural.  Huh.

Memories trickling through supported the deduction, and she finally cracked open her eyes to see what she could in the dim light, which was not very much unless she were to move, which she wasn't inclined to do just yet...except that tingle in her arm was getting unpleasant, ruining what was otherwise a very comfortable position.  Hmm.  Ever so carefully, she pulled her arm back in towards herself, hoping that particular partner was in a deep enough sleep that her shift in position wouldn't wake him...whoever he was.

Her memories of the preceeding afternoon were vivid, but she couldn't bring to mind any names.  Plenty else came to mind, but not that.  Well, whenever they did all wake up, they could get to that...or not.  Whatever their preference was, she supposed.  The dark-haired candidate was feeling lazily agreeable, finally content after spending the past few days in restless frustration, now all too happy to stay right where she was.

...wherever that was.

Uta

smerdle

((Nice and vague to accomodate...whatever. XD))  

[Smerdle]

He had been trying to control himself.

Soon after Rhianth had taken to the skies and everyone around him had gradually coalesced into clumps of groping and moaning, Torin had politely excused himself and made his way to his favorite rocky divot and its glorious acoustics. In hindsight he wasn't entirely sure what he had been trying to prove. Maybe he'd wanted to be sure he was capable of denying himself in ways he usually did not. For his dragon.

When the second queen rose, Torin sighed, rolled his eyes, and gave in with all the enthusiasm he had suppressed the first time, finding not one, but two beautiful people willing to share his bed.

Or... a bed.

This one most definitely was not his.

He stirred as an arm slid from beneath his shoulders, not because its owner wasn't a quintessential master of stealth, but because he had been on the verge of waking anyway. Torin's eyes remained shut as he smiled and stretched, the whispered words, "Good morning," accompanying an exhale.

Uta

Meepfur

yas