"Let me think if there's anything important I haven't told you . . . you know about the band and my brother and my issues with temptation . . what else is there?"
Charlie makes a dry not-laughing sound and says, "Family was me, Liam, my mum, my dad, and my mum's parents who moved to Manchester when I was a baby. Childhood was . . . had its ups and downs. My dad had a temper. Dreams--I have a reoccuring one about being on a bus and everything smells like bacon. Loves . . ." He falls silent and strokes Bartelby's hands again.
[ooc: no problem. *pets* Work is going to be busy later so there will be delays.]
This is much better than talking--especially about things he doesn't want to talk about. Speaking like this there's no misunderstandings--just lip to lip and tongue to tongue, perfection.
Charlie pulls the blanket back up and whispers, "Loves . . . His name was Rupert. He was like you. Exquisite. Perfect. More like a man than a boy. The sun rose for him--birds sang, traffic stopped.
"His mum caught us kissing and freaked out. He was sent off. Didn't see him again for--oh, three or four years, and when I did he treated me like someone he'd barely known."
He sighs. "But by then I was very cynical and experimental. No love for Charlie--just everything else. Groupies--they can be a lot of fun, if that's what you want."
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Date: 2004-12-14 07:53 pm (UTC)He opens them again. "You too."
[ooc: charlie can't hear him, btw.]
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Date: 2004-12-14 08:03 pm (UTC)More time. Just give me more time.
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Date: 2004-12-15 01:49 pm (UTC)[ooc: so sorry. conked out. am ill.]
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Date: 2004-12-15 04:35 pm (UTC)[ooc: no problem. *pets* Work is going to be busy later so there will be delays.]
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Date: 2004-12-15 06:02 pm (UTC)"And he loved me back."
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Date: 2004-12-15 06:14 pm (UTC)He sighs. "But by then I was very cynical and experimental. No love for Charlie--just everything else. Groupies--they can be a lot of fun, if that's what you want."
He kisses Bartleby's mouth again.
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