- Messages
- 202
- OOC First Name
- Kris
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Age
- 05/2033 (25)
The light from the streetlamp outside cast the room in a dull orange gloom as Frankie paused in his search for his search, watching the shadows from the rain play across the window as his eyes followed down to where Tristan was still laying in bed. This thing with Tristan, whatever it was, had been exactly what Frankie had needed. Something to scratch an itch he couldn't quite reach on his own so to speak, and it felt good, to know they were both on the same page here for once. No one was lying about what they meant to each other. Maybe just lying to themselves.
"You look very comfortable," Frankie announced, unable to help sounding a little bitter as he managed to unearth one shoe from under the bed, slowly running out of reasons to linger as he found more of his clothes. The rain had been picking up since Frankie had gotten here and not for the first time he wished he'd bothered to learn to apparate. Maybe Tristan had some floo powder he could borrow. They were probably on floo powder borrowing terms, he reasoned, resting his chin on the bed from where he was kneeling on the ground and watching Tristan's profile in the dim light.
"You look very comfortable," Frankie announced, unable to help sounding a little bitter as he managed to unearth one shoe from under the bed, slowly running out of reasons to linger as he found more of his clothes. The rain had been picking up since Frankie had gotten here and not for the first time he wished he'd bothered to learn to apparate. Maybe Tristan had some floo powder he could borrow. They were probably on floo powder borrowing terms, he reasoned, resting his chin on the bed from where he was kneeling on the ground and watching Tristan's profile in the dim light.