"An act." At first. His usual masks hadn't lasted all that long outside of the bedroom. Why that was- his usual excuse of being honest and open did not hold up half so well in the face of all this. He felt something for Michel- affection, an appreciation, some manner of fondness, but that-
That was not love. Was it?
When did this become so thoroughly complicated? When did he loose control of the situation?
The hayloft. One kiss, one gasped accusation. At the time he'd known better, known this was building into a mess- and did not care. He should have. Better to end it then than be faced with the very thing he might have ached for not a day ago wrapped in the complication that was Michel de Chevin. "If that is what you wish, so be it."
Not talking about it would be marvelous. Not being touched- less so; but he had other lovers. The pool was dwindling rapidly due to their finding emotional fulfillment in a way he was becoming to envy- he pushed the thought aside. He had his lovers. He had his friends. He did not need...this.
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Date: 2016-05-01 10:38 am (UTC)That was not love. Was it?
When did this become so thoroughly complicated? When did he loose control of the situation?
The hayloft. One kiss, one gasped accusation. At the time he'd known better, known this was building into a mess- and did not care. He should have. Better to end it then than be faced with the very thing he might have ached for not a day ago wrapped in the complication that was Michel de Chevin. "If that is what you wish, so be it."
Not talking about it would be marvelous. Not being touched- less so; but he had other lovers. The pool was dwindling rapidly due to their finding emotional fulfillment in a way he was becoming to envy- he pushed the thought aside. He had his lovers. He had his friends. He did not need...this.