summary: 'is this what they call bliss?' / 'shut up, i'm trying to sleep.' :: one night stands and consequences. solangelo, drabble, au
a/n: i wrote this a loong time ago and if it's less-than-average quality, forgive me. but solangelo is my heart and soul and everything else and i love them, okay?
disclaimer: i don't own pjo. nope. nada.
toaster strudels
words: 182
9:00pm
you see him sitting at the bar.
you smile.
he smiles.
you stumble towards him.
"hey."
"hi."
"didn't expect to see you here."
"it's been a fucked up week."
[pause]
"want to dance?"
a grin.
"lead the way."
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11:30pm
wandering hands-soft skin-lazy circles-giggles
"get the door, will you?"
colours everywhere
but the sheets are white
(and crumpled)
you&him&bed
sighs and stickylips
rippling moonlight
push&pull
him&you
i'velovedyou
"love u too"
vodka on his breath
[silence]
"is this what they call bliss?"
"shut up, i'm trying to sleep."
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6:00am
beepbeepbeep
.
.
.
you're so lost
aspirin on the table-
-something burning...
… in the kitchen?
carpet feels soft
(oh, this isn't home)
spangly gold hair
he looks guilty
you raise an eyebrow
"i dunno how to cook."
rueful smile
you laugh at the sight
he blinks at you
(blueeyes, you're drowning)
"will toaster strudels do?"
you grin
"better than that mess of eggs at least."
he laughs
you think of bells and the ocean and drowning to save your life
it's all ok now