Distant

Strelein von Rosnete · 12-19-2010, 04:32 AM

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no.. no they're not classy at all.

"Nothing." One word was all that Noss would get, because that was completely the truth. Strel had no idea. These were not questions he could answer easily, even if he knew the answer. Whatever he could say might be taken as petty or as impossible, insulting. But he truly had absolutely no idea what it was that would prove that Noss was serious, because these things always, always seemed passing fancies. Him included. Love was fun to be in, but so often, so, so often it was a passing fancy. Strel looked at the pack and at his friends and saw just how many of them had their loves and he just never found someone to stick to him. Ayita and Vigilante, Mati and Cambria, Niro and Amaranth, and even Ever and Ezra. And he had a couple of one night stands. What a great resume.

"No," he responded simply, knowing he was letting Noss do more of the talking now; rather uncharacteristic of him. Normally Strel was the chatterbox and the other man was just nodding along or interject or answering here and there. Again, Strelein shook his head. He just had no real verbal answer to give. He shoved Noss out of his way, having forced his hands from the other man's hold in the lull in focus. But he did not get up, he just sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the floorboards. "It has nothing to do with that." He lied. He lied like he always lied. It had everything and nothing to do with it, all at once. He was weird about it - sex that is - ever since he had been half-raped his first time over a year ago. It had meant nothing to the other man then, and Strel had been on his own emotional island. This time, he was playing the boat the skipped by the castaway without a second glance. "You don't know me at all. And I don't know you at all. You can't deny that."

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