Rory was lying on his back with his hand resting on his bare chest as he stared up at the roof of the ornate canopy bed. His head was resting on his other arm draped behind his head and he tried his best not to feel like he was completely out of place. Sure, Scotland had a lot of history... awesome history, but other than the odd visit to castles over his years when he was wee, he had never really been inside a place quite as elegant as this place. He felt like he had woken up in the middle of some Hollywood historical movie and belonged in it about as much as a pimple belonged on an arse. The thick covers were wrapped around his waist and he scrunched his lips up a little, trying to figure out how he actually felt about the whole situation.
There had been sex. Sex seemed inevitable when Juliette dragged him back to her lair... or quarters, rather. He was still a bloke, he wasn't going to just turn down a good shag when it was on offer. But as for anything else, he just didn't know anymore. He didn't really want to be here. That much he knew. The road trip just ended up leaving him feeling weird and out of place. Buffy seemed to have gotten what she wanted, even if Rory had no clue what had gone on when they left Blaise's room. He wasn't sure it was even his business what happened anyway. It was all just surreal. Despite Airlie, Rory never wanted to make it a habit of hanging out with Kindred as part of his life. He was too much of a simple guy and this was all too overwhelming. Probably even too much. He already missed his home and his dog. He missed his art and simple job at the local hospital. None of this was him.
The only thing was, he wasn't even sure anymore what was him. It was a whole lot of going through the motions and keeping busy so he didn't feel lonely. He had lost everything and he lately, a lot had given him plenty of cause to stop and look at his life. Maybe, deep down, he really did just have nothing left.
( Juliette was lying on her side as she watched Rory, not sure the young man even realised he had an audience... )
Word Count | 5,403
There had been sex. Sex seemed inevitable when Juliette dragged him back to her lair... or quarters, rather. He was still a bloke, he wasn't going to just turn down a good shag when it was on offer. But as for anything else, he just didn't know anymore. He didn't really want to be here. That much he knew. The road trip just ended up leaving him feeling weird and out of place. Buffy seemed to have gotten what she wanted, even if Rory had no clue what had gone on when they left Blaise's room. He wasn't sure it was even his business what happened anyway. It was all just surreal. Despite Airlie, Rory never wanted to make it a habit of hanging out with Kindred as part of his life. He was too much of a simple guy and this was all too overwhelming. Probably even too much. He already missed his home and his dog. He missed his art and simple job at the local hospital. None of this was him.
The only thing was, he wasn't even sure anymore what was him. It was a whole lot of going through the motions and keeping busy so he didn't feel lonely. He had lost everything and he lately, a lot had given him plenty of cause to stop and look at his life. Maybe, deep down, he really did just have nothing left.
( Juliette was lying on her side as she watched Rory, not sure the young man even realised he had an audience... )
Word Count | 5,403
Current Mood:
contemplative

Current Location: Paris, France
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