I miss you when you're gone

Leaning against the wall, Spencer watched as the sun's rays crept higher onto the crumpled mess of sheets and blankets, the destroyer of neatly made beds still drooling (probably drooling) on his pillows. He would have to make a point to launder his bedding this afternoon once his guest woke and trotted off. If she ever woke. Truthfully, Spencer wasn't sure if she was a heavy sleeper or if he had perhaps overdone the potion a little. He had been inebriated and exhausted when dosing her water so he could sleep without her clawing at him. There were so many ass grabs he could handle in one night and she had definitely exceeded that limit when he had to guide her drunk self to his car since he wouldn't let her walk home. Public intoxication and all that. Well, if he overdid it, worse thing is she was going to wake up with a worse than normal headache and a mouth tasting like a tree dumped a season's worth of almonds. That's a lot of almonds, you may say. Well, yes, but you try to get the taste right when you can't actually taste it. Besides, usually he made it to use in syringes for Dark Hunters to use, not to sip in your tea.

While he could walk across the room to check her breathing and pulse, Spencer was also like... 85% sure she was about as naked as he was completely dressed. When she got that way, no clue. He certainly didn't do it, yet she was. Last thing he recalled was her downing the water, making a face of disgust, then nearly hitting the ground before he could catch her. Actually, now thinking about it, yeah he probably added too much. Nothing to worry about too much, he could always give her a dose of another to wake her up. It wasn't like his study wasn't overflowing with potions. He studied his guest for another minute before pushing off the wall and heading downstairs. If nothing else, he could start brewing coffee. Not so much for her, he needed the caffeine to combat his own headache.

Strange though, he had never felt so out of place in his own home than he did with her sleeping in his room. Now he was second guessing every facet of every room, whether the interior designer had actually done a good job when he never thought twice previously. Maybe a big part of it was that everything screamed impersonal. Then again, it wasn't like he had family photos or really any photos. Well he had one but that was locked safely away in his office, tucked away from prying eyes. What could he say, Spencer didn't like sharing his personal life.

He leaned against the kitchen counter, two cups of coffee sitting on the counter nearby, stirring a bowl of oatmeal with a few pieces of dried fruit sprinkled on top. Truthfully it looked like an awfully boring breakfast to him and he knew it would be about as tasty as nothing, but it was simple and filling. Boring, but it got the job done. Since that's what everything was about, getting the job done. Damn woman was starting to rattle his cage. Oh, speaking of her, maybe he ought to go check on her again... After he finished eating.

single | warlock | notes: house outfit