Then and only then will I relent and let you drift off again. He imagined his brain letting out an evil laugh after making that statement, and he wanted to commit many acts of violence against it. Twist and turn into your bed until it's too late to sleep and the sun is coming out. You think you will get out of disturbing my peaceful rest so easy! His brain- the horror- his brain was awake. He hurried back to his bed, and pulled the covers over him, and was ready to let the sweet merciful darkness of dreamscape engulf him. He tried to be quick, because 30 seconds meant that the brain wouldn't come online and you could go right back to sleep, but 31 seconds doomed you to an hour of staring at the ceiling. Squinting at his alarm clock which showed a god forsaken 3:14am, he got up and felt rather than saw his way to the bathroom to take a leak and stop his urinary system from rebelling against sleep. Merlin hated his bladder a little bit.Įxhausted by the battle of wills between sleep and the need to pee, he blearily opened his eyes and cursed beer, inventors of beer, the bacteria that help fermenting alcohol, and Gwaine- in that order. The bad thing was your bladder waking you up in the middle of the night, torturing you for your indiscretions the night before. The good thing about imbibing too much alcohol was that sleep came very easy. He was just lonely and wanted to be kissed at midnight. He also blamed Cedric for breaking up with him right before Christmas- what a dick move!- and fate for bringing him to this city, and that last beer he really shouldn't have had. He blamed it on his mother for ever giving birth to him, on Gwaine for announcing a big party at his house for tomorrow because his parents were out of town and not taking no for an answer, on Gwaine's parents for being out of town. Or maybe he had a little bit of regrets, but not enough to delete the post. He admired his communication skills while being drunk - the literature degree had its uses and he dared anyone to be this coherent after a night out with Gwaine and the gang- and clicked post. PS: You can't be thin, with reddish hair, nasal voice and prone to wearing feathers. No romance needed, no tongue necessary either. Requirement: You need to kiss me at midnight cause dear God I can't bear the idea of not being kissed at midnight. I am tall, lanky, black hair, and a bit daft looking. Me: You probably understand I won't be asking for this if I looked like Brad Pitt. Needed: someone, preferably male, tall and handsome (fuck it though, at this point I will even not complain as long as you were born with a Y chromosome, or identify as male w/e), to kiss at midnight at my friends party. NEED SOMEONE TO KISS AT MIDNIGHT ON NEW YEAR'S EVE. He posted up an offer/request/ad, whatever you might want to call it, on craigslist. It all led to the utterly stupid but inevitable outcome. He put up that post for the reasons people generally do stupid things : he was absolutely bored, recently out of a relationship hence dreadfully lonely, and also a tiny bit drunk.
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