lovesguinness: (Bad day hands)
4.22. Something always takes the place
Of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing

Missing - Beck

Euan and Virginia pretty much spent the duration of the drive from Heathrow Airport into London city centre in silence. Euan was starting to feel like he had been hit by one of the red double-decker buses that kept passing by, and as they got further and further into London, he lost the ability to actually speak because of the lump that had formed in his throat. This was harder than he had anticipated, so he was relieved Vee didn't push him beyond quiet checks now and again that he was okay. He wasn't. She knew he wasn't, and he didn't need to vocalise it. The nods he gave her were just reassurances he wasn't about to jump back on the next plane home to New York. He was here now, may as well face the demons.

But he was exhausted and the jet-lag mixed with anxiety just made him want to crawl into bed - any bed - to sleep it off... )

[ profile] nychandcuffs and [ profile] mattdevlin used with permission

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lovesguinness: (Bed)
18.8.3. Neighbours

With a rough groan of irritation, Euan reached over and aggressively slapped off the trilling alarm clock on his bedside table. It copped such a slap that it went tumbling to the floor with a telltale crash, but at least it fell silent. Damnit. He was going to need to buy another alarm clock. Again. This was the fourth he had smashed in six months. He needed to try and learn to be a bit more of a morning person. He flopped onto his back, eyes still clamped shut and let out a hoarse sigh as he scratched at his bare stomach and then crept lower to indulge in a scratch of his nuts. He yawned widely, trying to pry his eyes open just a little, but growled again when the morning light streaming through the sides of the blinds assaulted his sensitive pupils.

Continued... )

V is Virginia Stewart [[ profile] nychandcuffs] and referenced with permission

Word Count | 598