til the sun comes up. [julian]

She'd been home for at least an hour, and forty five minutes of that time had been spent underneath the water in the shower. Had she'd behaved any less that perfect, it could be said that she was trying to wash the sin off of her body. Blodeuwedd reveled in the feel of the water against her skin, letting off quiet noises when it battered against the sensitive spots on her back. It wasn't too hard or soft, and the water was at that just before burning temperature. In all, it was heaven to her. Greece had been fine, with beautiful sights. She had so many canisters of film that she wanted to develop that she was antsy to get to the lower floor to do, but at first she needed food.

Greek food was different. Not a bad different, but their coffee wasn't as strong and that disappointed her. Luckily she was home, and could brew up a pot of black death and finally feel like herself. She flicked off the shower, and wrapped the dark fluffy towel around herself. Jimmy would be find that she'd stole it, she'd just wash it. Tiny feet tipped silently to her room and she quietly got dressed. These early hours were haven for her, the perfect peace before the world woke up. Her outfit for the day was sweatpants and a tank top, her wet hair pulled into a tight bun on the top of her head. She didn't have a reason to go out and impress anyone right now, and was thankful for it.

She padded over to her desk where all her mail ended up. When she picked up the Daily Prophet and flicked through it, an electric blue article caught her attention...and her jaw dropped. That was her name. That was her name! ON THE SECOND PAGE! The Junior reporter held back a squeal as she folded the paper so she could stare at it directly. She'd written the article, just like she'd written a lot of things, but this was the first time she'd seen something this close to the front page. She squealed and barreled through the house, bursting into Julian's room. She climbed on the side of the bed, and ignored the fact that he was sleeping. She slapped the newspaper on his face. "JIMMY! UP! GET UP!" She shook him, slapping lightly him with the paper again. "Read this, then breakfast." She commanded, before rushing out of the room like a hurricane.

It took her fifteen minutes, but the kitchen smelled like a diner. Strong coffee was brewing, bacon in the pan, and she was stirring up the mixture to make french toast. Music was playing low in the room, the bass running along the hardwood floor, vibrating against her feet. It was a sexy slinky beat, and her hips slowly rolled to the song. She was beginning to dip the thick bread in the egg mixture, when she noticed the long shadow of death looming by the door, the newspaper in his hand. He looked like ****e. Or a piece of ****e that his car had run over.

"Good morning, Jimmy." She sang brightly, putting the french toast in the pan. "Don't you look pretty this morning..." Her white smile flashed against her brown skin, before she turned her face before he could see that she was amused by his predicament. Thats what he got, partying all hours of the night.

SMACK. Julian stirred irritably, a soft groan of nonsense escaping him. His own bed seemed alien to him as he felt the sheets beneath him, trying to remember how he’d gotten there. There had been some drunk stumbling until falling face first into the mattress; then consumed by pure heavenly black. Darkness he was already slipping back to until the yelling started like nails being drilled into his brain. What was this blasphemy? His eyes opened abruptly, the light pouring through his drapes hitting his iris with such force he pulled the dark sheet over his head immediately. If eyeballs could scream, his would have featured in the newest horror picture, shrieking as though some dark hooded figure stood in front of them with a knife. His mind was still too hazy to be able to react to his attacker. If he were in fact being robbed, Julian would have instructed them to take everything, even handed over the coinage from the pockets of the jeans he was still wearing so long as they let him sleep.

A loud grumbling of insanities left him as he was being shaken awake, “Leave me be…I want to die in peace…It’s too early for this shit…” It was almost whimpers but his voice was too hoarse, his mouth too dry, and it was then that he realized how his tongue felt like an old cheap shaggy carpet that had been soaked in yesterday’s alcohol. Another light smack with something, ‘read this, then breakfast’. Even though his limbs felt like they were filled of lead, it was only the mentioning of food, specifically Blo’s breakfast that gave Julian the motivation to move at all. His greedy head poked out of the blankets, only one eye open, just in time to see her heading out of the door. Putting aside her violence, he thanked sweet merlin that she was back from vacation. He’d grown so accustomed to her cooking that everything he made for himself tasted like rubbish. Even the takeout food he was buying didn’t hold a candle.

All that could be heard were very primal grumbling noises and a rustling of paper as he sat up, his bare feet touching the cold floor. Julian scratched his unclothed chest as he tried focusing his bloodshot eyes on the small print of the folded newspaper: Under the Feathers by Blo Sk. So she made the paper, awesome, he thought sarcastically, tossing the paper next to him in order to fish out the cigarettes from his pockets. This wasn’t the first time she’d gotten printed, so he couldn’t see why she decided to wake him up so barbarically instead of waiting till he resurrected on his own accord. He popped a now squashed cigarette into his mouth and lit it, taking the time to let the smoke fill him before sending it out through his nostrils. Irritability mostly to the side now, Julian grabbed the paper and stumbled out of bed to head closer to the window for a better light source.

With his cigarette tucked into the side of his mouth securely and taking leisurely pulls, the wizard observed the page. There were moving pictures right underneath the title. Alicia Spinnet and Callista Bowen, the two girls who, in his opinion, that had the most impressive results from their photoshoot for the Falcon’s not too long ago. Wait, wait…photoshoot? He brought the paper closer to his face, the realization finally settling in, HOLY. SHIT.  Staring at the page, the tattooed wizard pushed his hair back from his forehead with his free hand, momentarily swerving unbalanced where he stood. It was the first time Julian had gotten any major publicity for his photography and he was actually stunned into silence. Or perhaps he was still too humgover for a proper reaction. But either way he knew there was major ass kissing to be done on his part.

After a particularly clumsy trip to the bathroom, Julian made his way to the kitchen as if the smell was drawing him there, newspaper in tow. Being that his proximity was a bit off in his out-of-focus state the wizard accidently bumped his shoulder into the frame of the door. But instead of moving forward, he placed the side of his face against the cool surface…and he decided it was basically heaven on his hot skin. When Blo spoke about Julian’s appearance, he smirked, he’d seen his bed head and the dark circles under his eyes to know that this was in fact sarcasm. Julian felt just as pathetic as he looked but he found the strength to practically peel himself from the wall.

He stepped behind her and rested his head directly on top of hers. Her wet bun sticking to the side of his face momentarily as he watched her attend to the French toast, “I could literally feel the eye rolling in this article,” He smirked even though she couldn’t see, “I know it must have been difficult for you to muster up these pleasantries, so, I thank you. You're the best. I'm forever in your debt.” Julian placed a purposeful overly wet kiss on her cheek just before smacking her bum with the newspaper playfully, then throwing it on the counter nearest them, as he walked off to fetch them some coffee.

"When'd you get in?" He called to her over his shoulder.

"Well good morning to you two lazy creatures too." Blo snarked lightly, looking at the two black and white dogs following Julian as he migrated out of the hall. They just stared at her, and Blo giggled softly. She'd missed her boys, even the human one. Her big brown eyes rolled upwards as if she could see Julian above her, and she rolled them in response to his comment. "I'll have you know that it was my pleasure to make you look as nice as possible." She sneered, before smirking. "They don't know that you look like shit in the morning." She leaned back momentarily against him for a moment, eyes closed. Blo was so happy to be home. Deftly flipping the french toast,she reached over for the tongs to flip the bacon. "You're damn right I'm the best." She didn't respond to the last bit, but a warm, devious laugh rang through the room. In her debt? Ha. Hahaha. Rolling her eyes again when he smacked her rear, she continued what she was doing.

Moving the french toast onto a plate, she went to prepare some more, watching him make coffee. Her eyebrow quirked as he managed again to steal her favorite cup, but said nothing. What did she really care? If it was someone else, she might have pitched a fit. There were only a few people that she was okay with being in her space, and Julian had always been one of them. No to mention that it was their space, she supposed. She dipped the french toast on the pan, eyeing the bacon. It was almost done. Cooking was soothing to her. When she was stressed out, she usually cooked to relax...and usually only ate a bit of it. She didn't usually cook like some people did, for just sustenance. If she was going to eat it, it had to taste good. She wanted to savor every bit of flavour, the texture...everything about life she treated like that.

"Huh? Oh. This morning." She murmured, focused halfway on the food. "I did the international floo, and got super dusty. So I had to take a shower." She cut her eyes at him, waiting for him to say something. It wasn't a secret that Blo took an infernally long time in the shower. She tried to get them out the way before anyone was up, but sometimes they lucked out. Unless she was late (which rarely happened), she'd have her hour in the bathroom. Julian liked to make comments about how ~pretty~ she made  the bathroom smell when she was done with it. She loved all of that pretty stuff: the body wash, the scented body oils, hair oils etc. Blo liked to smell good when she left out of the bathroom, and if it lingered for a bit, so be it.

"There's something for you in my purse." Pointing to the giant black purse that was sitting on the counter. "It's a bottle of that fancy greek stuff you like." She moves seamlessly, cooking and making plates at the same time. "While you're in there, can you get my potions case?" Blo had commissioned an acid green dragonskin case to protect the multitude of potions she had to take daily. Because she hadn't eaten, she'd hadn't taken her potion. "Foods almost done, are you hungry?"

Dumbest question she'd asked all day, probably. "Let me rephrase. Do you want food for two or three people?" Lucky asshole and his metabolism. If she ate half as much as he did, she'd be a blimp. As it was, she ate enough for a regular person and it still went to her thighs. "And do you want extra bacon or....?"