[It's been six days now. Six days of the same thing, over and over. The same ruined plans, same exhaustion, wash, rinse, and repeat. Adrian had lost count by day four, so it could be four days, or four months. At this point, he's not sure it even matters really. For each day that's passed, no matter how much worse than the last it's been, the day resets at 6 AM and Rosso doesn't seem to remember anything. It's...a bit upsetting actually in a way Adrian can't quite put his finger on, and it doesn't have anything to do with the way things are going actually. Even if they're going utterly miserably. He's been given second chances, but nothing has really panned out. The only thing he really feels thankful for is the fact that he knows how to avoid the worst of the destruction now. They aren't going to die in an apartment fire, and they won't be mauled by groundhogs.
Yet...the only constant over all six days...has been Rosso. Sure, he doesn't remember the hell Adrian's been through, but he's put up with Adrian's unusual grumpiness despite it all. He even, fucking...cleaned and bandaged his wounds after the groundhog incident. They bathed together, and Rosso doesn't remember.
But Adrian does. He remembers. He remembers all of the ways Rosso has made him wonder just why he's still with Adrian's stupid ass. He remembers every gentle touch and firm scolding, every kiss and word softly spoken that no one else gets to hear. He really doesn't feel like he deserves it, sometimes.
The sun has long set, and the day will reset in a few short hours. For this particular loop, Adrian had flown straight to the apartment- no touching down anywhere in the city- picked up Rosso and Alisha, and took them straight to his place. They'd watched that sequel heist movie as the sun set while Adrian tried super hard not to think about how groundhogs would be storming the city soon even as they sat here together acting like nothing bad is happening, actualy. Adrian made dinner with his brand new fancy electricity set-up at the treehouse, even if it was kindof bland and he accidentally boiled it over a couple of times. And now, here they sat in the corner watching regular cable this time, one of the gross rom-coms they have playing for the holiday, while they snack on mochi that Adrian had ordered specifically from the ramen place for tonight. And it's all...going...well. Weirdly...well, despite a few hiccups here and there. He doesn't trust it, at all, but...
Whatever. He doesn't care anymore. Let the stove explode or the tree get struck down by lightning, he can no longer be phased.
He exhales like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, resting his chin on Rosso's shoulder since the Were is currently perched in his lap with Adrian's sherpa blanket draped around them both.]
Can't believe you actually like that dumb thing I made for you.
[He muses, the little wolf Adrian had carved sitting on the table nearby, miraculously not at the bottom of the gutter today.]
hee hoo Valentine's Day (But for real this time)
Yet...the only constant over all six days...has been Rosso. Sure, he doesn't remember the hell Adrian's been through, but he's put up with Adrian's unusual grumpiness despite it all. He even, fucking...cleaned and bandaged his wounds after the groundhog incident. They bathed together, and Rosso doesn't remember.
But Adrian does. He remembers. He remembers all of the ways Rosso has made him wonder just why he's still with Adrian's stupid ass. He remembers every gentle touch and firm scolding, every kiss and word softly spoken that no one else gets to hear. He really doesn't feel like he deserves it, sometimes.
The sun has long set, and the day will reset in a few short hours. For this particular loop, Adrian had flown straight to the apartment- no touching down anywhere in the city- picked up Rosso and Alisha, and took them straight to his place. They'd watched that sequel heist movie as the sun set while Adrian tried super hard not to think about how groundhogs would be storming the city soon even as they sat here together acting like nothing bad is happening, actualy. Adrian made dinner with his brand new fancy electricity set-up at the treehouse, even if it was kindof bland and he accidentally boiled it over a couple of times. And now, here they sat in the corner watching regular cable this time, one of the gross rom-coms they have playing for the holiday, while they snack on mochi that Adrian had ordered specifically from the ramen place for tonight. And it's all...going...well. Weirdly...well, despite a few hiccups here and there. He doesn't trust it, at all, but...
Whatever. He doesn't care anymore. Let the stove explode or the tree get struck down by lightning, he can no longer be phased.
He exhales like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, resting his chin on Rosso's shoulder since the Were is currently perched in his lap with Adrian's sherpa blanket draped around them both.]
Can't believe you actually like that dumb thing I made for you.
[He muses, the little wolf Adrian had carved sitting on the table nearby, miraculously not at the bottom of the gutter today.]