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[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: post kegger]

Charlie lies on his bed and shivers. He's sweating to the point that his t-shirt is damp. He pulls off his sweatshirt and kicks off his shoes, then pulls his sweatshirt back on.

It occurs to him this is more than letting himself get too cold today, but it's too tiring to move and seek help.

Instead, he just lies there.

Comments

[silver_flecks]

"CoUlD Be a DreAm..."

[bloodyrockgod]

"I've had demons sing in my dreams . . . I had an angel sing in my arms. Much better experience, I must say." More coughing. He pulls over a pillow to get more comfortable.

[silver_flecks]

"WhIcH AnGeL?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Bartleby. Bartleby, Bartleby, Bartleby. My beautiful, perfect, lovely, amazing, doesn't-love-me Bartleby."

[silver_flecks]

"I gAvE hIm A pUrPlEyPiNkPlAiD FeAtHEr. HaVe YoU SeEn iT? AnD WhY DoEsN'T hE lOvE yOu?"

[bloodyrockgod]

He opens one eye to look at her. "Purple pink plaid? Huh. Must have missed it.

"And . . . because. Because he's a perfect ethereal being and I'm an scruffy bassist from Manchester who cheats on him."

[silver_flecks]

"I tHiNk He LoVeS yOu." Cause she's all about the happy endings. "AnD. YoU ShOuLdN'T Do ThAT!"

[bloodyrockgod]

"I know . . . but I do a lot of things I shouldn't. I'm very good at doing things I shouldn't. Practically a second skill.

"And he's got a somebody. He doesn't need me to be his somebody. He's got one. He's not here, of course, but that just makes it easier, yeah?"

[silver_flecks]

"YoU ShOuLd Be GoOd. AnD HapPy. AnD. SoMeTiMeS pEoPLeS WAnt moRe ThAn OnE SomEboDy."

[bloodyrockgod]

"I'm happy when I'm good." He nods.

"Do you have a somebody? I liked having a somebody. It felt good."

[silver_flecks]

"GoOd Is HaPpY. I hAvE A SomEBoDy. He'S NiCe AnD SwEeT anD gOoD iN BEd."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Good is happy. Happy is good. And good is bed is happiest of all."

[silver_flecks]

"YeS, YeS iT iS. I hAvE To, um. TeAcH hIm, bUt. Is GoOd AnD wOrTh IT."

[bloodyrockgod]

He looks at her again, really focusing this time. "Aren't you, like . . . twelve?

"No, no, of course not, silly Charlie, nothing here is as it seems. Particularly multi-color-haired girls." He lies back again. "I don't mind teaching. It is worth it."

[silver_flecks]

"OlD." She nods seriously. "Is! AnD fUn!"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Much fun. I miss being happy-in-love. This being lonely-in-love isn't fun at all. You're very nice--despite the bugs under my skin, which I forgive you for because nobody forced the smack on me--but I wish Bartleby were here.

"I miss him."

[silver_flecks]

SHe considers. "I cAn MaKe YoU tHiNk He Is..."

[bloodyrockgod]

He regards her very seriously for quite some time. "I wouldn't mind him singing me to sleep again."

[silver_flecks]

She gently reaches out and touches his forehead. And then it seems like there's a voice singing. "MeRrY, um. ChRiStmAs."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Thank you," Charlie whispers, eyes closing, body relaxing, Bartleby's voice in his ears. "Thank you."


[ooc: end?]

[silver_flecks]

She grins. And then she's gone.

[ooc: End.]

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: thanks :D. that was cool :D]