:: HERO of KORRIBAN ::
Eyes were closed, and a musty smell filled the room. It smelled like stale whyren’s and cigarette smoke. That could mean only me thing. Tiberius Riggs had spent another night drinking. It was more usual than not, and really only left him with one question. Was he alone, and if not, who had he been with. The reality was that not all drinking meant he was going to wake up with someone next to him. He still patted the sheets.
They were a mess.
Slowly he opened his eyes, usually feeling guilty about this point about another night of drunken philandering. It wasn’t that Tiberius had someone he was seeing, but he was still emotionally so attached to his deceased wife that he was never going to be intimate with anyone. Riggs hated rehearsing the same speech about being a broken man that was not relationship material.
The more awake he become the more aware he was. Someone was in the shower.
Why did he drink to forget. Turning his head over to the nightstand, that he didn’t recognize, he noticed the empty bottle of Whyren’s and glitterstim.
Now he didn’t feel guilty. A smirk tugged at his face. Tiberius should have felt more guilty about this arrangement than waking up with a stranger. This one was all about enabling each other’s pain and coping mechanisms. There was zero intimacy involved, and all of it was purely physical. It shouldn’t have been, but it was.
Sitting up in the bed, Tiberius recognized the room as one of the guest suites on the ships. They were going to be in trouble.
If they got caught.
”Ashtara... please tell me it’s you in that shower...”
[member="Ashtara Starweaver"]
They were a mess.
Slowly he opened his eyes, usually feeling guilty about this point about another night of drunken philandering. It wasn’t that Tiberius had someone he was seeing, but he was still emotionally so attached to his deceased wife that he was never going to be intimate with anyone. Riggs hated rehearsing the same speech about being a broken man that was not relationship material.
The more awake he become the more aware he was. Someone was in the shower.
Why did he drink to forget. Turning his head over to the nightstand, that he didn’t recognize, he noticed the empty bottle of Whyren’s and glitterstim.
Now he didn’t feel guilty. A smirk tugged at his face. Tiberius should have felt more guilty about this arrangement than waking up with a stranger. This one was all about enabling each other’s pain and coping mechanisms. There was zero intimacy involved, and all of it was purely physical. It shouldn’t have been, but it was.
Sitting up in the bed, Tiberius recognized the room as one of the guest suites on the ships. They were going to be in trouble.
If they got caught.
”Ashtara... please tell me it’s you in that shower...”
[member="Ashtara Starweaver"]