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Give me your rentboys, your whores, your not quite monogamous masses yearning to. Well. You know.

Location: A room. Of some sort.
Time: Not important, but probably late afternoon to early evening.

Seth Cuthbert, a small, slight boy with short Holocaust survivor hair stepped into the room. He stared at each of the gray walls, then sat down on a couch that seemed to be one of the main decorative features. After a moment, he was confronted by the entrance of another boy, an equally small, pretty sort of a boy in a top hat and a cravat. They were men's clothes, although the boy looked hardly older than sixteen. Seth blinked. "Hello," he said.

"Hello," said the pretty boy. "I'm the Saint. Who are you?"

"I'm Seth Cuthbert," said Seth, slightly puzzled. "You're a saint?"

"No. The Saint. It is different," the Saint informed him laboriously, and sat down next to him on the couch, a good deal closer than Seth would have liked. "And now," he added. "We wait."

"We wait for what?" asked Seth somewhat nervously. There was something fundamentally indecent about the Saint.

The Saint shrugged. "For the people to come. I expect they will. I," he added, with a flourish of one hand, "am a magnet. For people. Pretty people especially."

"I think you give yourself too much credit," said Seth

"You're here, aren't you?" pointed out the Saint.

Seth looked blank, then settled down to pout for a bit.

The Saint waited patiently, toying a bit with his top hat brim.

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simonia
Jun. 15th, 2007 01:42 am (UTC)
"Yeah," said Terence. "I'm very sorry. For bringing it up. I like you, I do, really, and I don't mean to imply that you're, like, to fill up space, because I like you because of you, you know?" He worried at his lip with irritatingly straight teeth. "Sorry," he said again.
simplysidhe
Jun. 15th, 2007 02:02 am (UTC)
"'S all right, don't worry," Seth replied, somewhat surprised by Terence's courtesy. "No, I get it. Really. I mean." He stopped for a moment. "It's obviously not just because of That Thing. Because you came onto me before you knew."
simonia
Jun. 15th, 2007 02:04 am (UTC)
"Yeah," Terence said, "true. I just like boys, and I don't see how you're any different." He yawned hugely, cracking his jaw. "Think it would be too weird if we fell asleep together, now that you're probably picturing me with your monkish English teacher right now in your head?"
simplysidhe
Jun. 15th, 2007 02:24 am (UTC)
"I don't," Seth replied, smiling a little, and pressed a few inches closer, if that was even at this point faintly possible. "And," he admitted, his head fitting neatly under Terence's chin, "I am too tired to care even if it is weird. Fucking dance rehearsal."
simonia
Jun. 15th, 2007 02:27 am (UTC)
"You're a dancer? That's cool. Wait. You probably said something about that. Anyway." He gave a sigh of supreme contentment and nestled into the couch cushions, looping an arm around Seth's middle. "Sleeping."
simplysidhe
Jun. 15th, 2007 10:14 pm (UTC)
"Sleeping," Seth agreed, and buried his nose in Terence's chest.
simonia
Jun. 16th, 2007 09:56 pm (UTC)
((Are we going to skip some time, or narrate sleeping?))
simplysidhe
Jun. 17th, 2007 12:08 am (UTC)
((Skip time, presumably. If we're not writing blow jobs, we are certainly not writing, "Seth turned over a bit and muttered something unintelligible about Horton choreography.")

Seth was woken by the creeping sense in the back of his mind that he had been lying comfortably for to long for something awful not to have happened. He discovered, however, that there was still a Terence over whom he was sprawled, and he smiled, swallowing the nausea that came from being unbound, from being in physical contact with himself, from smelling the warm and stifling smell of humans and of bodies.
simonia
Jun. 17th, 2007 12:27 am (UTC)
Terence stirred, wrinkled his nose, and blinked. He breathed in, experimentally, and found that his respiration was somewhat impeded. There was a scrawny boy - a boy? yes, a boy, that was a boy - sleeping - or was he waking? - on top of him. He closed his eyes and waited for the memories to churn up from the mess of sleep. Presently, they did so, and he grinned. "Seth," he whispered.
simplysidhe
Jun. 17th, 2007 12:40 am (UTC)
"Terence," Seth murmured back, a disgustingly happy grin appearing on his face. "You're still here," he pointed out unnecessarily.
simonia
Jun. 17th, 2007 12:42 am (UTC)
"Astute," Terence noted, and kissed Seth rather messily. "Hello. Good morning. Or afternoon. Or evening or night, even."
simplysidhe
Jun. 17th, 2007 12:51 am (UTC)
"Mmm. Yes, it is. Whatever it is. Good, I mean. Um, I'm not awake yet, hang on." Seth laughed. "You know, you remind me of a golden retriever. In a good way, I promise."
simonia
Jun. 17th, 2007 12:53 am (UTC)
"Mm," Terence said. "You're adorable, did you know that? Even first thing in the whatever." He yawned hugely, and squeezed Seth a little closer.
simplysidhe
Jun. 17th, 2007 01:05 am (UTC)
"Ow," Seth let out. "Sorry. Just, you know, bruises and whatnot. 'S nothing. God, where are we anyway?"
simonia
Jun. 17th, 2007 01:07 am (UTC)
"I don't know. In the other room. Because in the other room, there's, you know, a menage a whatsit." He raised his eyebrows in concern. "Bruises?"
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