Post by Finn Whelan on Feb 28, 2020 17:54:48 GMT
A low groan of complaint slid through lips that lay slightly parted. Sunlight peaked between the drapery that surrounded the room and cast a ray on eyes that scrunched together in protest, turning from side to side in the chair he'd fallen asleep in making no progress in alluding the assaulting stream. It took Finn a moment before finally relenting to the unwanted wake-up call from Mother Nature, herself, pulling his feet from atop his desk and slumping forward in his seat to cradle his head in his hands.
"Agh," he grunted, pressing his thumbs into his throbbing temples. Last night had been a bit much, even for him. His poor liver must be crying out in protest to all the times he had made avid attempts at smothering the poor thing.
It took him a moment to register the sound of breaths near by, his focus shifting to the figure sprawled out across his bed as the memories came flooding back of the events of last night and how he'd taken Kendry here to get some rest, rather than depositing the poor lad in the bushes as the mercenary had suggested.
The Captain rose from his chair, adjusting his shirt that hung from his frame at an odd angle.
He ruffled a hand through his hair, but it really didn't do the unruly strands much good, giving him the bedraggled and lackadaisical look.
For a moment, he thought to gently wake the slumbering mercenary, but then a mischievous idea flickered behind eyes pulled upwards by a devilish grin.
Oh- no...He was going to have a little fun.
Quietly he slipped his boots off, unbuttoning his tunic to throw it to the floor leaving the room in a bit of 'hustled disarray'. Tentatively he slid onto the surface of the bed, carefully sliding his arm beneath the mercenary's neck and making it appear they had fallen asleep in a rather promising position, cuddled together atop the Pirate's personal bed.
It took everything he had to hold a flat expression, evil cackling flooding his brain causing the corners of his lips to twitch whilst attempting to appear as if he was still asleep.
It was a strain, but he shut his eyes and flopped his head sideways on the pillow so his face was tauntingly close to Kendry's, fighting off the spasms in his abdomen from silent laughter to bury it beneath faked deep breaths one might make while slumbering peacefully.
Oh he could be too cruel sometimes.
He loved it.
"Agh," he grunted, pressing his thumbs into his throbbing temples. Last night had been a bit much, even for him. His poor liver must be crying out in protest to all the times he had made avid attempts at smothering the poor thing.
It took him a moment to register the sound of breaths near by, his focus shifting to the figure sprawled out across his bed as the memories came flooding back of the events of last night and how he'd taken Kendry here to get some rest, rather than depositing the poor lad in the bushes as the mercenary had suggested.
The Captain rose from his chair, adjusting his shirt that hung from his frame at an odd angle.
He ruffled a hand through his hair, but it really didn't do the unruly strands much good, giving him the bedraggled and lackadaisical look.
For a moment, he thought to gently wake the slumbering mercenary, but then a mischievous idea flickered behind eyes pulled upwards by a devilish grin.
Oh- no...He was going to have a little fun.
Quietly he slipped his boots off, unbuttoning his tunic to throw it to the floor leaving the room in a bit of 'hustled disarray'. Tentatively he slid onto the surface of the bed, carefully sliding his arm beneath the mercenary's neck and making it appear they had fallen asleep in a rather promising position, cuddled together atop the Pirate's personal bed.
It took everything he had to hold a flat expression, evil cackling flooding his brain causing the corners of his lips to twitch whilst attempting to appear as if he was still asleep.
It was a strain, but he shut his eyes and flopped his head sideways on the pillow so his face was tauntingly close to Kendry's, fighting off the spasms in his abdomen from silent laughter to bury it beneath faked deep breaths one might make while slumbering peacefully.
Oh he could be too cruel sometimes.
He loved it.
