Some of the dreams were more tame. Make out sessions at the back of the club, or snuggling up together, watching a TV and chatting quietly. Others were far more sexually explicit. All of them, however, left him with a lingering sense of the smell of wolf and a memory of far too bright red hair.
He didn't even know what had brought this on. These dreams hadn't even started until days after he and Party were at the club together, and there had been nothing that had reminded Roddy of him. All he knew was that they had suddenly started, and once they did, they just kept getting more intense despite him trying desperately to get them out of his head.
As time went on, they got more elaborate, too. Full violin concerts being put on for his audience, or spending a night camping in the woods together, comparing wolf and rat survival tricks. And, of course, the sexual fantasies hadn't stopped, either, they had only gotten longer and more explicit.
[[OOC: Roddy's only dreaming about one person, but if anyone would like to play out a dream or if anyone's dreaming about him that would like to hit him up and have awkwardness ensue, feel free.]]
Roddy | OTA
He didn't even know what had brought this on. These dreams hadn't even started until days after he and Party were at the club together, and there had been nothing that had reminded Roddy of him. All he knew was that they had suddenly started, and once they did, they just kept getting more intense despite him trying desperately to get them out of his head.
As time went on, they got more elaborate, too. Full violin concerts being put on for his audience, or spending a night camping in the woods together, comparing wolf and rat survival tricks. And, of course, the sexual fantasies hadn't stopped, either, they had only gotten longer and more explicit.
[[OOC: Roddy's only dreaming about one person, but if anyone would like to play out a dream or if anyone's dreaming about him that would like to hit him up and have awkwardness ensue, feel free.]]