milliways_bar | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

[ooc: post David/Charlie. slowtimed. v.v. slowtimed.]

Charlie enters the wear, wearing a green t-shirt that reads "Tis Himself" in gold Celtic-like letters.

His hair is also green.

Please don't ask him to sing "Dannyboy". He might hurt you.

~~[ooc: mun must flee for some obligations. back later. slowtime please?]~~

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I'm guessing the snake is Yamino . . . who is the cub?"

"Fenrir."

He smiles.

"He's at home. He hasn't made his way in. I doubt he will. Not very social that one."

"Fenrir . . . he hasn't happened to have been trapped in the body of a kitten recently, has he?"

He shakes his head.

"No, I've heard of him. Not mine, strictly...but mine, I suppose. It's...a bit complicated, but no. I've not yet met the Fenrir in the body of a kitten...but I hope to."

Because it's still his son. Because it has to be because otherwise Hel is dead and the Hel in the bar isn't his daughter and he can't think like that or he'll fall apart and start going mad again.

"Different realities, I suppose," Charlie says in a comforting tone. "Different histories.

"My own brother comes from six months into my future--my own alternative reality. It's very strange. I try not to think about it too much--just makes my head swim."

"Better that way."

He nods. And then he grins.

"Do you know how badly I'm going to tease David about meeting you today?"

Charlie says before he can stop himself, "As long as you don't put another Trick on him--that last thing was very hard."

And all cheer leaves him.

"I never meant to. I never meant to do that do him. And when I tried to take it back, I just made it worse."

His wings have gone grey.

Charlie runs his fingers over the piano keys. "I don't think I'll ever get used to all the magic around this place," he mutters.

He curls in on himself a little, wings closing.

"I didn't want to. That's not how it works. The Trick comes and...I have to do it or...or I have to swallow it. If I do...I get sick."

He looks up at Charlie.

"And he was more upset when I took it back because of what it did to me. My job...is more than a job. It's my Purpose."

Chalrie lowers his eyes, feeling a little guilty at his accusation. "I just don't like seeing him hurt," he mutters. "Or upset. And I can't help the way I feel about him--that's never changed no matter what's happened between us--and he wasn't happy about learning it."

He shakes...and the wings lighten just a tad. He looks up to Charlie.

"I can understand that. And...I'm sorry. And I won't stand in the way of whatever you have with him. But..."

"No, no, no. No. He loves you. It's not that. Just . . . we're comfortable with each other."

"And I'm letting you know that I know that relationship makes you both happy. And you never have to worry bout me meddling in it. And...I hope that we might be friends, after a fashion."

Charlie leans his head on his hand and says quietly, "There is the issue that I'm in love with someone other than David. That he's not here just makes things more complicated."

He nods.

"Sex with David," Charlie goes on, "is mostly about comforting each other. When he was hurt that's what I could do for him, to make him feel desirable and strong. And now that I'm--" He exhales. "That's what he does for me. Comforts me."

He nods again.

"I understand that. David is very comforting. I..."

He looks away.

"I don't know what to say except that I understand."

Charlie's head is still leaning on his hand. He whispers, "I'm using him terribly, aren't I."

"I can't judge, Charlie. I very rarely do. I'm not the god for such things. I'm sorry."

He reaches a hand up to brush against Charlie's face.

"But I'm not...unfamiliar with missing those I love. My family was taken from me a very long time ago...and I've only recently regained them."

Charlie nods and turns his head a little into the touch. ~~Silly puppy.~~

Loki looks up to him, eyes swirling blue and green, wings white.

Sit with me a while, Charlie? I'm not your angel, nor the one that bares my name, but...hopefully a friend.

Yes, I will.

He stands, sits next to Charlie on the bench, wraps an arm around him, and stays.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only