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onefellswoop) wrote in kingdomsofrain2024-01-24 08:25 pm
texts texts texts
this one is for texts!
I’d beg your pardon for my jumping toward extremes, but then you ken my knowledge of Darius, and as you’ve nodded toward, the man ain’t apart from his own bloody notions.
[ … ]
I’d like that, to talk it through. Review what options might be reached for, what might be most effective or efficient.
Don’t know much wrt Iryna’s talents or [ … ] Enri’s? (He got a facility for those locked phones and beyond, then?)
I do know I trust you, your own self, Talik. I know there’s nothing you’d venture nor a thing you’d afford without thought, without [ … ] cognizance of what I’d asked, and what my children might need.
Pressure’s got it’s place, that’s so. Particularly in the case of those who live theirselves beyond the touch of law.
[ … ]
Won’t say it doesn’t help, your saying this. Your speaking clear with me, and showing [ … ] you’ve no shame against methods more and less, say, generous.
It’s a world of good you do me, and far beyond.
And I’ll rest easier one way or another, knowing Nicky and Liza or well, or else knowing that they’ll be well, whatever [ … ] circumstances dictate now.
[ … ]
Fuckin. Said you’d make a sound father.
The truth of it only comes clearer. My beautiful and brilliant hearted, warm souled Talik. What was the world before you, hey? Less, and lacking. Less, but waiting, aye, waiting for be found and grown.
[ … ]
I’d like that, to talk it through. Review what options might be reached for, what might be most effective or efficient.
Don’t know much wrt Iryna’s talents or [ … ] Enri’s? (He got a facility for those locked phones and beyond, then?)
I do know I trust you, your own self, Talik. I know there’s nothing you’d venture nor a thing you’d afford without thought, without [ … ] cognizance of what I’d asked, and what my children might need.
Pressure’s got it’s place, that’s so. Particularly in the case of those who live theirselves beyond the touch of law.
[ … ]
Won’t say it doesn’t help, your saying this. Your speaking clear with me, and showing [ … ] you’ve no shame against methods more and less, say, generous.
It’s a world of good you do me, and far beyond.
And I’ll rest easier one way or another, knowing Nicky and Liza or well, or else knowing that they’ll be well, whatever [ … ] circumstances dictate now.
[ … ]
Fuckin. Said you’d make a sound father.
The truth of it only comes clearer. My beautiful and brilliant hearted, warm souled Talik. What was the world before you, hey? Less, and lacking. Less, but waiting, aye, waiting for be found and grown.
Oh, you mean like Darius and Senan.
чебурашка.
I like Бархотка better for talking of that kind; the first one means for children, also, so it has some negative connotation.
Бархотка doesn’t mean all the things you say, though.
No dramatics. It’s only a young man who likes -
[…]
Forgive me, this isn’t a conversation I have in English often.
It’s a young man who […] receives. шзх the word for it.
[…]
Bottom.
But this word, it means “velvet”, also. You can draw conclusions why.
Does twink mean this, also, or is it both bottom and top?
[…]
Now I want to see how you look undressed; you’re speaking in very high terms about your body for such a decrepit old man.
You don’t look even a little so, Vevay. I thought maybe you were 36, 37?
Eh, how old are you? And! When are you born.
No, this is wrong -
You see how it is for me in the morning? Aroused and not speaking English well.
This is your problem to deal with from now on. 😏 Better learn Ukrainian quick.
[…]
When is your birthday? There, that’s correct.
Me, mine is June 28. I’ll have 45 years.
[…]
Fucking I will BE 45 years.
Maybe I’ll have a twink for my birthday?🥳
[…]
Vevay -
Do you prefer to be this? Bottom, not twink.
I don’t mind to top. I like both fine. But it’s fun to give; I can do more other things at the same time.
Would you want to know the word for a man who prefers to be top?
топтун.
One who tramples.
All this in Russian, not Ukrainian. It’s more common to hear that in Kyiv.
They aren’t polite, the words, but they aren’t so […] slurs? Derogatory. They aren’t this so much. Like “queer” maybe. Depends who says them.
чебурашка.
I like Бархотка better for talking of that kind; the first one means for children, also, so it has some negative connotation.
Бархотка doesn’t mean all the things you say, though.
No dramatics. It’s only a young man who likes -
[…]
Forgive me, this isn’t a conversation I have in English often.
It’s a young man who […] receives. шзх the word for it.
[…]
Bottom.
But this word, it means “velvet”, also. You can draw conclusions why.
Does twink mean this, also, or is it both bottom and top?
[…]
Now I want to see how you look undressed; you’re speaking in very high terms about your body for such a decrepit old man.
You don’t look even a little so, Vevay. I thought maybe you were 36, 37?
Eh, how old are you? And! When are you born.
No, this is wrong -
You see how it is for me in the morning? Aroused and not speaking English well.
This is your problem to deal with from now on. 😏 Better learn Ukrainian quick.
[…]
When is your birthday? There, that’s correct.
Me, mine is June 28. I’ll have 45 years.
[…]
Maybe I’ll have a twink for my birthday?🥳
[…]
Vevay -
Do you prefer to be this? Bottom, not twink.
I don’t mind to top. I like both fine. But it’s fun to give; I can do more other things at the same time.
Would you want to know the word for a man who prefers to be top?
топтун.
One who tramples.
All this in Russian, not Ukrainian. It’s more common to hear that in Kyiv.
They aren’t polite, the words, but they aren’t so […] slurs? Derogatory. They aren’t this so much. Like “queer” maybe. Depends who says them.
You said something I don’t understand, but think perhaps it wasn’t kind about yourself.
About your brightness and thought capacity.
[…]
Enri has been texting me this week, telling me all about how Darius “fucks him stupid”.
For some people, maybe this is easy to do because they already have very little intelligence. (Not Enri, just some people.)
So I’ll say it this way:
Vevay, I will fuck you stupid if you want, but it will take a lot of effort and I might die of exertion.
You are intelligent.
My perfect, intelligent twink. c:
About your brightness and thought capacity.
[…]
Enri has been texting me this week, telling me all about how Darius “fucks him stupid”.
For some people, maybe this is easy to do because they already have very little intelligence. (Not Enri, just some people.)
So I’ll say it this way:
Vevay, I will fuck you stupid if you want, but it will take a lot of effort and I might die of exertion.
You are intelligent.
My perfect, intelligent twink. c:
Okay, serious things now.
You can need me. I’d like to need you, too, so that makes it equal and good, doesn’t it?
I mean what I say, коханий. If you feel that way again, call me. Eventually, I’ll sleep beside you and all you’ll ever have to do is reach for me, isn’t that so? Calling is the same; it’s just reaching for me at night.
[…]
I like this thought. Vevay, sleeping with you would be wonderful. Even if you snore! I told you I talk in my sleep, but I sleep like I’m dead unless my phone rings or someone shakes me. Eh, and my brother snores. This doesn’t bother me.
[…]
Eleven days and some more besides until I sleep together with you.
And some more besides this, but soon, you’ll see Nicky and Liza, and I’ll see my son.
You can need me. I’d like to need you, too, so that makes it equal and good, doesn’t it?
I mean what I say, коханий. If you feel that way again, call me. Eventually, I’ll sleep beside you and all you’ll ever have to do is reach for me, isn’t that so? Calling is the same; it’s just reaching for me at night.
[…]
I like this thought. Vevay, sleeping with you would be wonderful. Even if you snore! I told you I talk in my sleep, but I sleep like I’m dead unless my phone rings or someone shakes me. Eh, and my brother snores. This doesn’t bother me.
[…]
Eleven days and some more besides until I sleep together with you.
And some more besides this, but soon, you’ll see Nicky and Liza, and I’ll see my son.
One question more:
You speak of methods that aren’t generous like maybe you worry I will have some trouble with them.
[…]
Maybe we should both consider we’re friends with Darius, and what that means about how we deal with people who give us trouble.
I prefer altruism and kindness. Most of the time, people can see reason if you take the time.
Kindness, reason, and altruism aren’t always effective. Sometimes you have to appeal to a person’s desire to survive.
What’s important is that I would never do anything to cause pain to your children. No trauma, no suffering of any kind.
I would prefer to give your sister-in-law money.
Or make her situation such that she would be relieved to have two less ‘burdens’.
There, my first and second instincts.
I won’t lie to you, though, коханий: I’ve done worse things to better people. I told you about the tooth, and what I’ve done here. The world is ugly and sometimes so is your Talik.
[…]
Can you live with me, knowing this?
Please, know there’s nothing you could do that would offend me. You and I feel the same where it matters most, isn’t that so? Children should be guarded and loved, and generosity should be the first resort?
And also, fuck the government?
You speak of methods that aren’t generous like maybe you worry I will have some trouble with them.
[…]
Maybe we should both consider we’re friends with Darius, and what that means about how we deal with people who give us trouble.
I prefer altruism and kindness. Most of the time, people can see reason if you take the time.
Kindness, reason, and altruism aren’t always effective. Sometimes you have to appeal to a person’s desire to survive.
What’s important is that I would never do anything to cause pain to your children. No trauma, no suffering of any kind.
I would prefer to give your sister-in-law money.
Or make her situation such that she would be relieved to have two less ‘burdens’.
There, my first and second instincts.
I won’t lie to you, though, коханий: I’ve done worse things to better people. I told you about the tooth, and what I’ve done here. The world is ugly and sometimes so is your Talik.
[…]
Can you live with me, knowing this?
Please, know there’s nothing you could do that would offend me. You and I feel the same where it matters most, isn’t that so? Children should be guarded and loved, and generosity should be the first resort?
And also, fuck the government?
Edited 2024-02-28 02:38 (UTC)
Look here, Nova-Love. Just because mum's in the ground doesn't mean you can test out potentially deadly food experiments on her.
Bakery. I'll pay for it.
Test your moggy on Harp, if he's still knocking about. If he survives, it's safe for public consumption, living and non.
[...]
I'd like to see the messages. I can't promise I won't fall to pieces over them, but I've got Rin to pick me up again. I'd like to have more time to get about the business of visiting, but I've got her photo up and have a word with her now and again.
Most days, truth be told, even if it's only a 'Morning, Mum."
[...]
Anyhow.
Enri's a good one. I can't help but like him; affable little shit, him. Fair warning to you: he isn't nearly as stupid as he plays, nor as harmless. I have the notion that his himbo-leanings are more for the sexual gratification of himself and Darius Precarious; he's too clever by half sometimes.
Do you know, he lied to Rin (and myself) for a year about his ability to comprehend French? I suspected, and then I ceased suspecting, and then he confessed to Rin. A long con if ever there was one.
He's loyal, I'll give him that. You'll like him.
[...]
Go on, then, tell me all about yourself and Vitaly thus far.
Bakery. I'll pay for it.
Test your moggy on Harp, if he's still knocking about. If he survives, it's safe for public consumption, living and non.
[...]
I'd like to see the messages. I can't promise I won't fall to pieces over them, but I've got Rin to pick me up again. I'd like to have more time to get about the business of visiting, but I've got her photo up and have a word with her now and again.
Most days, truth be told, even if it's only a 'Morning, Mum."
[...]
Anyhow.
Enri's a good one. I can't help but like him; affable little shit, him. Fair warning to you: he isn't nearly as stupid as he plays, nor as harmless. I have the notion that his himbo-leanings are more for the sexual gratification of himself and Darius Precarious; he's too clever by half sometimes.
Do you know, he lied to Rin (and myself) for a year about his ability to comprehend French? I suspected, and then I ceased suspecting, and then he confessed to Rin. A long con if ever there was one.
He's loyal, I'll give him that. You'll like him.
[...]
Go on, then, tell me all about yourself and Vitaly thus far.
[ … ]
Right, full disclosure, had to look up the word, both words but I’m meaning the first, came across that… what’s it a mouse of some sort? Looks a bit like it might fuck up a man, and I ain’t saying that mouse’s Bloodlust, but then I ain’t saying it ain’t.
Eh, I’d say keep that between you and I, but first off you’re not the blabbing sort, and second, don’t know’s I care whether the man knows I said it. Not my fault he’s a creature of sorts, and tbf it’s more to his credit than otherwise.
Point I’m getting at, not sure in the applying of ‘twink’ to Sen or Darius. Sen or anyrate Sen of old might not’ve turned it running, have to ask him on that. My hunch is Darius’d eschew the word, he and his lord n saviour Daddy complex.
For myself it’s a matter of claiming, makin the word my own as well as something broader in application, aye? Way I speak it on myself, it’s half a state of mind and mode of self presenting. Something of light heartedness. Something to being apt for a good dicking down, that also.
[ … ]
Well aye and there’s the intelligence bit. Honed in on that remark of mine, ey? Pair myself against a Sen or a Darius, got to be admitted there’s myself falling short in the mental gymnastics. But I’ll give you that I’m not so hopeless, happens.
Feels less so talking with yourself, eh, and not to say the Shitheads’ve given cause for thinking otherwise. It’s the self’ll gnaw a man, ken. Eh, the self and most the folks said man meets beyond god’s own country as they call it.
Pertinent point being, you’ve a handy talent for making you Vevay feel real bright about himself.
And I’m staking and saying it now, I’d like to see you go about fucking me stupid, yes indeed and all thanks to you. 🥴🧡
On that note and far as preferences go, I’ve practice with bottom and top alike and find allures to both, but my heart’s most and most often in taking it. Receiving, aye, though I’ll not have it being said I’m the passive pillow sort in this regard. c;
Not opposed to playing the power bottom here and there, nor likesaid taking top. But you want to trample me, you’ll find not one argument from your Vevay.
[ … ]
Shite. Aye. Had my leanings toward being that bottom from the start, and you’re only makin it more desirable. топтун <- That you then, my Talik?
Lucky for your Vevay, I’d say, do say, and shall carry on in speaking. >.>
Right, full disclosure, had to look up the word, both words but I’m meaning the first, came across that… what’s it a mouse of some sort? Looks a bit like it might fuck up a man, and I ain’t saying that mouse’s Bloodlust, but then I ain’t saying it ain’t.
Eh, I’d say keep that between you and I, but first off you’re not the blabbing sort, and second, don’t know’s I care whether the man knows I said it. Not my fault he’s a creature of sorts, and tbf it’s more to his credit than otherwise.
Point I’m getting at, not sure in the applying of ‘twink’ to Sen or Darius. Sen or anyrate Sen of old might not’ve turned it running, have to ask him on that. My hunch is Darius’d eschew the word, he and his lord n saviour Daddy complex.
For myself it’s a matter of claiming, makin the word my own as well as something broader in application, aye? Way I speak it on myself, it’s half a state of mind and mode of self presenting. Something of light heartedness. Something to being apt for a good dicking down, that also.
[ … ]
Well aye and there’s the intelligence bit. Honed in on that remark of mine, ey? Pair myself against a Sen or a Darius, got to be admitted there’s myself falling short in the mental gymnastics. But I’ll give you that I’m not so hopeless, happens.
Feels less so talking with yourself, eh, and not to say the Shitheads’ve given cause for thinking otherwise. It’s the self’ll gnaw a man, ken. Eh, the self and most the folks said man meets beyond god’s own country as they call it.
Pertinent point being, you’ve a handy talent for making you Vevay feel real bright about himself.
And I’m staking and saying it now, I’d like to see you go about fucking me stupid, yes indeed and all thanks to you. 🥴🧡
On that note and far as preferences go, I’ve practice with bottom and top alike and find allures to both, but my heart’s most and most often in taking it. Receiving, aye, though I’ll not have it being said I’m the passive pillow sort in this regard. c;
Not opposed to playing the power bottom here and there, nor likesaid taking top. But you want to trample me, you’ll find not one argument from your Vevay.
[ … ]
Shite. Aye. Had my leanings toward being that bottom from the start, and you’re only makin it more desirable. топтун <- That you then, my Talik?
Lucky for your Vevay, I’d say, do say, and shall carry on in speaking. >.>
[ … ]
Trample me, Talik. 🥴🧡
Take that velvet for yrself, ready and waiting.
You’ll do this for your Vevay? 🥺🧡
Trample me, Talik. 🥴🧡
Take that velvet for yrself, ready and waiting.
You’ll do this for your Vevay? 🥺🧡
Edited 2024-02-28 04:26 (UTC)
Right and for record’s sake and just for info, far as I glean, it’s accepted wisdom twinks tend more toward bottom than otherwise. Also back to what’s decrepit, tend toward twenties at the utmost agewise, or so it was, though times’re changing and there’s naught to say a man of 42 can’t call hisself a twink.
That’d be me right there, 42 as of this very year, third of March. Puts me as a Pisces and then there’s yourself as a [ … ] Cancer, yeah?
(Fact’s disclosure being I’ve no stake in zodiac and its signs as a way of telling truths. Just there’s a meme culture around it pleases me and there’s no one can fault me taking hands with another man of the water, ey?)
Crab and a fish, not so bad I’m thinking. c;
Also fairness’s sake, I’d not’ve guessed 45 for yourself. Nearbouts maybe, only for the fact you embody the DILF vibes to a ’t,’ but jesus lord almighty you keep yourself pristine.
Worth saying you’d have my affections were this not the case. Worth saying again you had me before I glimpsed a single image of yourself.
Worth saying as well, you’ve done good work, Vitaly, real good work, and there’s a middle aged twink wants that body all upon me, ah fuck.
That’d be me right there, 42 as of this very year, third of March. Puts me as a Pisces and then there’s yourself as a [ … ] Cancer, yeah?
(Fact’s disclosure being I’ve no stake in zodiac and its signs as a way of telling truths. Just there’s a meme culture around it pleases me and there’s no one can fault me taking hands with another man of the water, ey?)
Crab and a fish, not so bad I’m thinking. c;
Also fairness’s sake, I’d not’ve guessed 45 for yourself. Nearbouts maybe, only for the fact you embody the DILF vibes to a ’t,’ but jesus lord almighty you keep yourself pristine.
Worth saying you’d have my affections were this not the case. Worth saying again you had me before I glimpsed a single image of yourself.
Worth saying as well, you’ve done good work, Vitaly, real good work, and there’s a middle aged twink wants that body all upon me, ah fuck.
Right, serious things.
First off being that I like the thought of reaching over, shifting just a little maybe stretching out an arm and finding my Talik there, sound and solid, true.
This, presuming I’d not be wrapped around yourself in the first place. Fair’s fair in warnings, and best you know that right alongside the snoring, I’m a man who clings.
[ … ]
I’ve fondness for the way you said it. Calling like reaching out. Fingers crossed it won’t be needed for so long, but aye Talik, next time I’ve overmuch moroseness or malaise and you’re distant, you’ll find yourself enduring a cell phone’s ring.
Can’t say it’s not added incentive, the thought of your voice wrapped up with drowsing.
Trust your Vevay and know I’ve no meaning to abuse the privilege! Just to say, that’d be an added bonus, itself. c;
First off being that I like the thought of reaching over, shifting just a little maybe stretching out an arm and finding my Talik there, sound and solid, true.
This, presuming I’d not be wrapped around yourself in the first place. Fair’s fair in warnings, and best you know that right alongside the snoring, I’m a man who clings.
[ … ]
I’ve fondness for the way you said it. Calling like reaching out. Fingers crossed it won’t be needed for so long, but aye Talik, next time I’ve overmuch moroseness or malaise and you’re distant, you’ll find yourself enduring a cell phone’s ring.
Can’t say it’s not added incentive, the thought of your voice wrapped up with drowsing.
Trust your Vevay and know I’ve no meaning to abuse the privilege! Just to say, that’d be an added bonus, itself. c;
For that other. I mean the matter of methods and what serves, what suffices.
First point being, there’s no chance of necessity looking ugly on you, Talik. I’d wager there’s nothing enters your orbit and self that can keep a dispiriting appearance, hey?
Second and equal in import being I could live with you, that and more besides, and hold you in esteem all the while.
I could and will, given the glimmer of a chance.
Put it this way, Talik. Though I’ve no talent for bloodied hands, I’ve knowledge of what Scarface and the Shitheads get themselves up to. (Been offered a job or two myself, but eh, it’s true I’ve not much stomach for it, better placed with production and distribution. That’s where I can make a mark or two, and that’s where suppositions turn to sense.) Got no mind against a one of em and eh, take Senan for example. I’ve a good idea what the man gets up to, and it’s dinged not an ounce of my fondness for him.
Fact is, I admire a man stands by his principles.
I admire a man who’ll work them into being, one way or another. And it’s as you say, there’re times reason’s not enough, times kindness speaks a lost cause. Times there’s weighing to be done regarding crimes against a one versus crimes driven onto many.
Or. [ … ] Crimes driven onto children.
That alone opens the field for methods and means. That alone’s cause for seeking response whatever way the fucks’ll hear.
And of course and twenty times over, fuck the government with an outsized glass shafted dildo, and without a drop of lube.
You hear me well, Talik. On generosity, on methods preferred. And I hear you yourself, and hear as well that call of what’s sometimes got to be. There’s fucks on this earth call harm down on theirselves. There’s fucks won’t learn from any other angle.
Here, and what’s also for saying
I’ve belief my Talik can do all, what’s kindest as well as what’s needed where kindness trips itself. I believe as well there’s no act can change the tenor of my Talik’s heart, aye. There’s nothing could make you other than beautiful, nor other than beautiful in your Vevay’s eyes and knowing.
First point being, there’s no chance of necessity looking ugly on you, Talik. I’d wager there’s nothing enters your orbit and self that can keep a dispiriting appearance, hey?
Second and equal in import being I could live with you, that and more besides, and hold you in esteem all the while.
I could and will, given the glimmer of a chance.
Put it this way, Talik. Though I’ve no talent for bloodied hands, I’ve knowledge of what Scarface and the Shitheads get themselves up to. (Been offered a job or two myself, but eh, it’s true I’ve not much stomach for it, better placed with production and distribution. That’s where I can make a mark or two, and that’s where suppositions turn to sense.) Got no mind against a one of em and eh, take Senan for example. I’ve a good idea what the man gets up to, and it’s dinged not an ounce of my fondness for him.
Fact is, I admire a man stands by his principles.
I admire a man who’ll work them into being, one way or another. And it’s as you say, there’re times reason’s not enough, times kindness speaks a lost cause. Times there’s weighing to be done regarding crimes against a one versus crimes driven onto many.
Or. [ … ] Crimes driven onto children.
That alone opens the field for methods and means. That alone’s cause for seeking response whatever way the fucks’ll hear.
And of course and twenty times over, fuck the government with an outsized glass shafted dildo, and without a drop of lube.
You hear me well, Talik. On generosity, on methods preferred. And I hear you yourself, and hear as well that call of what’s sometimes got to be. There’s fucks on this earth call harm down on theirselves. There’s fucks won’t learn from any other angle.
Here, and what’s also for saying
I’ve belief my Talik can do all, what’s kindest as well as what’s needed where kindness trips itself. I believe as well there’s no act can change the tenor of my Talik’s heart, aye. There’s nothing could make you other than beautiful, nor other than beautiful in your Vevay’s eyes and knowing.
Edited 2024-02-28 04:53 (UTC)
Yes, of course. Because if any one of us were hiding elusive siblings, aunts, or the like, it would be the one who wished to publicly and immediately acknowledge the brother he has always had without knowing, and who respected his brother's own wish to share this truth at his own discretion.
Fuck's sake before you go thrusting fingers, I don't begrudge you that right. But I am making a point. Vitaly kept his son a secret for six years— Or perhaps more properly speaking, found no moment to speak it. (More properly still, was given no moment or cause for speaking a word regarding anything at all.) How long did you keep that suspicion and then certainty of your parentage Senan?
Speak as you wish regarding Deforest, Vitaly. Fuck knows you've a right to it. [ ... ] Fuck knows that right is overdue for speaking.
[ ... ]
One request, however. Vitaly, back me up in noting that Senan is the tallest Scarlett to ever have existed. Without imposing the name upon him, of course; he is and will hereafter remain a Renault through-and-through.
[ ... ]
I'd say you've the record for nose breaking as well, Sen, but I expect Darcy might match you there. As I recall, he'd been at two or three breaks when he left, and the rusted fuck's had decades to improve on that count.
Fuck's sake before you go thrusting fingers, I don't begrudge you that right. But I am making a point. Vitaly kept his son a secret for six years— Or perhaps more properly speaking, found no moment to speak it. (More properly still, was given no moment or cause for speaking a word regarding anything at all.) How long did you keep that suspicion and then certainty of your parentage Senan?
Speak as you wish regarding Deforest, Vitaly. Fuck knows you've a right to it. [ ... ] Fuck knows that right is overdue for speaking.
[ ... ]
One request, however. Vitaly, back me up in noting that Senan is the tallest Scarlett to ever have existed. Without imposing the name upon him, of course; he is and will hereafter remain a Renault through-and-through.
[ ... ]
I'd say you've the record for nose breaking as well, Sen, but I expect Darcy might match you there. As I recall, he'd been at two or three breaks when he left, and the rusted fuck's had decades to improve on that count.
[ The pause is long enough to attest to a certain (familiar) level of 'awkward'. ]
[Vitaly:] [...]
[Vitaly:] Yes, he's very tall.
[Sen:] [...]
[Vitaly:] [...]
[Vitaly:] Maybe we should talk of something else, eh? It's very good to know these things, but there's no reason to draw out such conversations.
[Sen:] Shite thing to say, Darius.
[Vitaly:] [...]
[Vitaly:] Senan, let it be, yes? It's nothing. He's teasing, you know this. Joking with you.
[Sen:] Loaded fucking joke, suggesting I don't care to publicly state myself his family. Nevermind I'm the one who made the best of being a bastard, yeah? One would think it's enough I felt things gone calm enough to tell you, Darius, but now you're going to play wounded I don't want to tell all the rank shits who'd not give me a seat at the table before?
[Vitaly:] Eh, eh, enough of that, he said he doesn't begrudge you.
[Sen:] [...]
[Sen:] Out of it, Tally. I know what he said. I'd be more like to believe it if he pulled his fucking punches. But he’s hurt, so he’s lashing out.
[Vitaly:] So have a talk later. Come back to it when all’s calm.
[Sen:] Calm? […] I’ll schedule that for the day we’re all under six fucking feet of earth. Oi, here’s a thought for you, Darius: perhaps I’ve had enough uproar this year without a host of ratfuck elites thinking I’m in for your money. Telling the lot of them I’m Darcy’s peasant castoff from East Bumblefuck is tantamount to putting me and mine under a microscope and you fucking know it. Piss and moan about me keeping secrets as you like, but give half a thought to the why of it before implying I’m ashamed of my brother, that I wasn’t swallowing want of that sharing long enough to give myself an ulcer. More empathetic minds would think after this year’s been shaped, more like truth to say I rightly don’t care to field the inevitable conversations targeted to make me ashamed of my mum.
[Sen:] Go on and tell us who’ll catch first insult the minute that circle hears it. Won’t be you, will it? You aren’t the illegitimate son of a half-black woman what spread her legs for a wealthy American cock.
[Vitaly:]Fuck Take a break from this, Senan. Go see Rin, go have a [...] walk.
[Sen:] Brainless shits, the lot of you.
[Sen has left the conversation.]
[Vitaly:] [...]
[Vitaly:] Well, you are definitely brothers.
[Vitaly:] [...]
[Vitaly:] Yes, he's very tall.
[Sen:] [...]
[Vitaly:] [...]
[Vitaly:] Maybe we should talk of something else, eh? It's very good to know these things, but there's no reason to draw out such conversations.
[Sen:] Shite thing to say, Darius.
[Vitaly:] [...]
[Vitaly:] Senan, let it be, yes? It's nothing. He's teasing, you know this. Joking with you.
[Sen:] Loaded fucking joke, suggesting I don't care to publicly state myself his family. Nevermind I'm the one who made the best of being a bastard, yeah? One would think it's enough I felt things gone calm enough to tell you, Darius, but now you're going to play wounded I don't want to tell all the rank shits who'd not give me a seat at the table before?
[Vitaly:] Eh, eh, enough of that, he said he doesn't begrudge you.
[Sen:] [...]
[Sen:] Out of it, Tally. I know what he said. I'd be more like to believe it if he pulled his fucking punches. But he’s hurt, so he’s lashing out.
[Vitaly:] So have a talk later. Come back to it when all’s calm.
[Sen:] Calm? […] I’ll schedule that for the day we’re all under six fucking feet of earth. Oi, here’s a thought for you, Darius: perhaps I’ve had enough uproar this year without a host of ratfuck elites thinking I’m in for your money. Telling the lot of them I’m Darcy’s peasant castoff from East Bumblefuck is tantamount to putting me and mine under a microscope and you fucking know it. Piss and moan about me keeping secrets as you like, but give half a thought to the why of it before implying I’m ashamed of my brother, that I wasn’t swallowing want of that sharing long enough to give myself an ulcer. More empathetic minds would think after this year’s been shaped, more like truth to say I rightly don’t care to field the inevitable conversations targeted to make me ashamed of my mum.
[Sen:] Go on and tell us who’ll catch first insult the minute that circle hears it. Won’t be you, will it? You aren’t the illegitimate son of a half-black woman what spread her legs for a wealthy American cock.
[Vitaly:]
[Sen:] Brainless shits, the lot of you.
[Sen has left the conversation.]
[Vitaly:] [...]
[Vitaly:] Well, you are definitely brothers.
Edited 2024-02-28 13:14 (UTC)
Vevay, please, don't compare yourself to Senan and Darius. Maybe they're more intelligent than most, but I think this might be only to compensate for having the sense of rocks.
Here, this is an example just today. They're in an argument, Senan and Darius, because of this [...] brotherhood they have. Darius is hurt Senan doesn't care to tell everyone and also because he kept it to himself for so long - which, I can blame neither of them for these feelings. No one likes to feel so rejected, eh?
But also, no one likes Darius's family. No one likes the people around Darius who aren't us and Enri. They're all terrible people he inherited from terrible people. And also, Darius has been volatile because of the drugs.
A note, here: He's angry or hurt, maybe, I didn't tell him about Sergiy, either. I do feel badly for this, and I thought many times perhaps I could reach out to him, but -
I'll tell you, and this remains between us? I didn't want him around Sergiy. Not with his Pups, not with cocaine. I didn't want to have to tell him this and perhaps begin another fight. I love Darius like a brother, so I do as I would do with my brothers: I don't tell him until he's ready to be in my life, and Sergiy's.
I did much this with Maksym -
A story for another time.
For now, this, with Senan.
So, Senan makes a joke, Darius makes a joke, suddenly everyone's angry and I think maybe neither one was joking. Or Senan was being thoughtless? I don't know with either of them. They don't talk. Senan leaves [...] how is it.
In a huff.
I've actually only seen him angry so perhaps four times, so this must be something causing friction for a while.
Well. Do you see how I mean, Vevay? They're idiots.
You aren't. I feel this: you are smart. Maybe you aren't a genius, but I wouldn't leave my son in the care of a genius. Look at those two. They're dangerous to themselves and everyone else.
I would leave him with someone intelligent and sensible.
And fun, like a twink!You can teach him how to have fun. He's growing very solemn
Do you see, зірковий? You're perfect.
Here, this is an example just today. They're in an argument, Senan and Darius, because of this [...] brotherhood they have. Darius is hurt Senan doesn't care to tell everyone and also because he kept it to himself for so long - which, I can blame neither of them for these feelings. No one likes to feel so rejected, eh?
But also, no one likes Darius's family. No one likes the people around Darius who aren't us and Enri. They're all terrible people he inherited from terrible people. And also, Darius has been volatile because of the drugs.
A note, here: He's angry or hurt, maybe, I didn't tell him about Sergiy, either. I do feel badly for this, and I thought many times perhaps I could reach out to him, but -
I'll tell you, and this remains between us? I didn't want him around Sergiy. Not with his Pups, not with cocaine. I didn't want to have to tell him this and perhaps begin another fight. I love Darius like a brother, so I do as I would do with my brothers: I don't tell him until he's ready to be in my life, and Sergiy's.
I did much this with Maksym -
A story for another time.
For now, this, with Senan.
So, Senan makes a joke, Darius makes a joke, suddenly everyone's angry and I think maybe neither one was joking. Or Senan was being thoughtless? I don't know with either of them. They don't talk. Senan leaves [...] how is it.
In a huff.
I've actually only seen him angry so perhaps four times, so this must be something causing friction for a while.
Well. Do you see how I mean, Vevay? They're idiots.
You aren't. I feel this: you are smart. Maybe you aren't a genius, but I wouldn't leave my son in the care of a genius. Look at those two. They're dangerous to themselves and everyone else.
I would leave him with someone intelligent and sensible.
And fun, like a twink!
Do you see, зірковий? You're perfect.
Now, I've said all of this about others.
But you, Nova!
If you continue to speak of my boyfriend this way, I'll have to do something to stop you speaking.
Or using your hands to type.
[...]
Боже мій.
This is a thought I have to live with all day.
This, and velvet.
Why do you want to torture me, eh? Haven't I been very sweet to you? If I trample or anything else to you, it might only instigate you to do more of this to me.
Nova, please, коханий - let me survive two more days here. When I'm in Berlin, you can say anything you want to me.
[...]
And!
I'm suffering, which is very bad for Ukrainian morale, isn't that so?
It's true, I swear this to you. No blow for Ukrainians is a blow for Russia.
Do you want to help the Russians win?
But you, Nova!
If you continue to speak of my boyfriend this way, I'll have to do something to stop you speaking.
Or using your hands to type.
[...]
Боже мій.
This is a thought I have to live with all day.
This, and velvet.
Why do you want to torture me, eh? Haven't I been very sweet to you? If I trample or anything else to you, it might only instigate you to do more of this to me.
Nova, please, коханий - let me survive two more days here. When I'm in Berlin, you can say anything you want to me.
[...]
And!
I'm suffering, which is very bad for Ukrainian morale, isn't that so?
It's true, I swear this to you. No blow for Ukrainians is a blow for Russia.
Do you want to help the Russians win?
Edited 2024-02-28 20:14 (UTC)
!!!
!!!!
Terror n horror and ah no!! Talik no!
Can’t be having that, not the least!
My Talik suffering, and myself here playing aid to Russia? Can’t be withstood! Cannot be permitted, not a moment longer!
Aye, from here to Berlin, this twink shall endeavour his very utmost to veer off from suggestives, with nary a mention of either velvet or trampling, nor even of how fevered I’d turn with my hands caught up in yours. It’s a weighty and a noble duty I’ve before me, and no easy keeping, but for my Talik and for Ukraine, I take this task and count myself honoured!
(Eh, well and if this one Ukrainian and I mean of course the very same who’s my boyfriend, if he can wait it out these two days and then beyond, he’ll be getting all the blowing he can handle, get you primed and ready and we’ll see what chance Russia’s got then, hey? c;)
Right, right right right that there was the last of it. Chaste thoughts now. Chaste Vevay now, taking up monastic living!
Aye… Until Berlin. 😄🧡
!!!!
Terror n horror and ah no!! Talik no!
Can’t be having that, not the least!
My Talik suffering, and myself here playing aid to Russia? Can’t be withstood! Cannot be permitted, not a moment longer!
Aye, from here to Berlin, this twink shall endeavour his very utmost to veer off from suggestives, with nary a mention of either velvet or trampling, nor even of how fevered I’d turn with my hands caught up in yours. It’s a weighty and a noble duty I’ve before me, and no easy keeping, but for my Talik and for Ukraine, I take this task and count myself honoured!
(Eh, well and if this one Ukrainian and I mean of course the very same who’s my boyfriend, if he can wait it out these two days and then beyond, he’ll be getting all the blowing he can handle, get you primed and ready and we’ll see what chance Russia’s got then, hey? c;)
Right, right right right that there was the last of it. Chaste thoughts now. Chaste Vevay now, taking up monastic living!
Aye… Until Berlin. 😄🧡
This about Sen and Darius.
Heard their siblinghood just recently, myself. Or just recently heard it sober enough for comprehension. Sen’s said he mentioned the fact some years back, only I was off world at the time, you get my meaning and so I kept no knowing of it.
[ … ]
Makes a kind of sense, ey? Wouldn’t’ve put two and two together on my own devices, but it’s quite the ‘how the fuck’d I miss that’ looking backward.
The way Sen tells it and I’m inclined to believe, there being some matters Wilco hisself won’t jest over, Darius took the news well and better than. Strange thing, I’d call it, only I gather there’ve been changes wrought in our little lord n saviour, and the two of em were near enough like brothers themselves, anyrate. Guess as well it’d’ve been welcome having a brother who ain’t [ … ] eh, you know the shite.
Christ. Menace of a family, that’s sure. Can’t say I’ve blame for Sen in the least, keeping that secret close and held. And there’s what you said on Darius, him being a wreck waiting to happen every moment, least for a shite of a long while there.
[ … ]
Right so, Sen bein that kind of vexed and Sen leaving out from a conversation unfinished, that’s all a certain kind of telling. Might be not so surprising, this case.
Thing is it’s about the worst time to be jesting or half jesting around his parentage. His mum, Moira, aye? We’re coming up on the anniversary of her passing. [ … ] Never a breezy time for Senan to start with. It, eh. When it happened [ … ] her passing, it near destroyed him, and that grieving visits him still. There’ve been years he turned recluse for a week, straight disappeared.
…Poor sod can’t even drink it quiet this time round, what with his liver and all.
Point is it’d be a piss poor time for raising talk of the man abandoned Sen and Moira both. Worse still, like, for bringing her name among those rancid folks you spoke of, they that Darius inherited.
Moira deserved better than fking Darcy Scarlett or any other man brought to her door. Deserves better than her name run through the muck, and Sen deserves better than hearing that same catastrophe.
[ … ]
Suppose it bears saying I’ve no solid sense if it is or ain’t cause here. Christ knows the two of them have years of exploits for growing quarrels from, and the whole matter’s thorned.
Just, eh. It’s one element about the air.
Heard their siblinghood just recently, myself. Or just recently heard it sober enough for comprehension. Sen’s said he mentioned the fact some years back, only I was off world at the time, you get my meaning and so I kept no knowing of it.
[ … ]
Makes a kind of sense, ey? Wouldn’t’ve put two and two together on my own devices, but it’s quite the ‘how the fuck’d I miss that’ looking backward.
The way Sen tells it and I’m inclined to believe, there being some matters Wilco hisself won’t jest over, Darius took the news well and better than. Strange thing, I’d call it, only I gather there’ve been changes wrought in our little lord n saviour, and the two of em were near enough like brothers themselves, anyrate. Guess as well it’d’ve been welcome having a brother who ain’t [ … ] eh, you know the shite.
Christ. Menace of a family, that’s sure. Can’t say I’ve blame for Sen in the least, keeping that secret close and held. And there’s what you said on Darius, him being a wreck waiting to happen every moment, least for a shite of a long while there.
[ … ]
Right so, Sen bein that kind of vexed and Sen leaving out from a conversation unfinished, that’s all a certain kind of telling. Might be not so surprising, this case.
Thing is it’s about the worst time to be jesting or half jesting around his parentage. His mum, Moira, aye? We’re coming up on the anniversary of her passing. [ … ] Never a breezy time for Senan to start with. It, eh. When it happened [ … ] her passing, it near destroyed him, and that grieving visits him still. There’ve been years he turned recluse for a week, straight disappeared.
…Poor sod can’t even drink it quiet this time round, what with his liver and all.
Point is it’d be a piss poor time for raising talk of the man abandoned Sen and Moira both. Worse still, like, for bringing her name among those rancid folks you spoke of, they that Darius inherited.
Moira deserved better than fking Darcy Scarlett or any other man brought to her door. Deserves better than her name run through the muck, and Sen deserves better than hearing that same catastrophe.
[ … ]
Suppose it bears saying I’ve no solid sense if it is or ain’t cause here. Christ knows the two of them have years of exploits for growing quarrels from, and the whole matter’s thorned.
Just, eh. It’s one element about the air.
Edited 2024-02-28 23:12 (UTC)
Ey here but! You told Godsmacked about Sergiy, then? That go all right, or [ ... ] eh, what I'm asking's how'd it go, and more still to the point, how'd it go for you?
Expanding on that, how're you doin in the midst of that shitshow, Talik? The two of them get to arguing, it can arse up the moods of all present, and nay I won't feign I'm not speakin from experience.
I've naught but respect for your keepin Sergiy quiet from Deimos, and Deimos far from Sergiy. Got to protect your son, aye, and once Darius gets going there's no chance protecting anyone.
Such was the case, anyrate. Can't speak for no, as I've no experience with this sobriety getting married new leaf state, save what I've glimpsed in the group chats.
What was it happened with Maksym? Eh if you're of a mind for saying. Don't know if that'd be an awkward thing for talking whilst you're around him and family and all.
Expanding on that, how're you doin in the midst of that shitshow, Talik? The two of them get to arguing, it can arse up the moods of all present, and nay I won't feign I'm not speakin from experience.
I've naught but respect for your keepin Sergiy quiet from Deimos, and Deimos far from Sergiy. Got to protect your son, aye, and once Darius gets going there's no chance protecting anyone.
Such was the case, anyrate. Can't speak for no, as I've no experience with this sobriety getting married new leaf state, save what I've glimpsed in the group chats.
What was it happened with Maksym? Eh if you're of a mind for saying. Don't know if that'd be an awkward thing for talking whilst you're around him and family and all.
Ey. Before I get to answering and before delivering an earful on Vitaly and myself and my prodigious feels for the man
Question for you.
Or eh.
Brief scene followed by a query. There was myself conveying what's a twink to Vitaly, and Vitaly asking if it's like eh this word, чебурашка, right. (Seems it is or there's similarities, but ain't my point rn) Right an I google the term and first thing comes up and I mean full page results fills up's this eh fuckin
Mouse. Creature?
[ At this point in the message, Nova passes along an image of Cheburashka looking like a little shit. ]
Right so here's the question coming in
Tell me it ain’t just me.
That’s Scarface, aye?
Question for you.
Or eh.
Brief scene followed by a query. There was myself conveying what's a twink to Vitaly, and Vitaly asking if it's like eh this word, чебурашка, right. (Seems it is or there's similarities, but ain't my point rn) Right an I google the term and first thing comes up and I mean full page results fills up's this eh fuckin
Mouse. Creature?
[ At this point in the message, Nova passes along an image of Cheburashka looking like a little shit. ]
Right so here's the question coming in
Tell me it ain’t just me.
That’s Scarface, aye?
Edited 2024-02-28 23:33 (UTC)
Speakin of the creature
Sounds like he's up his arse and hasn't learned to keep from making jest of what ain't funny in the least.
[ ... ]
Sorry to hear it, Sen. Won't ask you're all right, but eh, take care of thyself, hey? Or get Rin to do it, give em that shot to nag.
Here's this for you, as well. Those messages I mentioned. Sending em in a file, give a sec
[ The file arrives, and contains dozens of photographs. Most capture written messages, spanning from two or three words to several pages. Though some have been dampened by rain and there handwriting in others might be called questionable at best, the messages are largely legible. A collection of further photos shows flowers and floral arrangements left for Moira, as well as assorted statuettes and other objects. Of note, the statuettes gather in number as the photos go on; it's clear they've been left unsnagged, and sometimes appear freshly cleaned. ]
Have Rin with you or near when you take that look, I'd advise that and encouragement.
The order for the moggy's placed. It'll be fresh made for her, best in town <3
(Not sayin that'll deter my own experimental moggy makin though finding a test subject's like to prove eh tricky. Harp's a no go, lad's here and all but thing's he swore off so much as touching anything I've laid cookery to after the saute that was and weren't squash.
Well and the pie, as well. Fuck was I to know those werent pecans 😔)
Sounds like he's up his arse and hasn't learned to keep from making jest of what ain't funny in the least.
[ ... ]
Sorry to hear it, Sen. Won't ask you're all right, but eh, take care of thyself, hey? Or get Rin to do it, give em that shot to nag.
Here's this for you, as well. Those messages I mentioned. Sending em in a file, give a sec
[ The file arrives, and contains dozens of photographs. Most capture written messages, spanning from two or three words to several pages. Though some have been dampened by rain and there handwriting in others might be called questionable at best, the messages are largely legible. A collection of further photos shows flowers and floral arrangements left for Moira, as well as assorted statuettes and other objects. Of note, the statuettes gather in number as the photos go on; it's clear they've been left unsnagged, and sometimes appear freshly cleaned. ]
Have Rin with you or near when you take that look, I'd advise that and encouragement.
The order for the moggy's placed. It'll be fresh made for her, best in town <3
(Not sayin that'll deter my own experimental moggy makin though finding a test subject's like to prove eh tricky. Harp's a no go, lad's here and all but thing's he swore off so much as touching anything I've laid cookery to after the saute that was and weren't squash.
Well and the pie, as well. Fuck was I to know those werent pecans 😔)
Edited 2024-02-28 23:59 (UTC)
Onto my boyfriend. c: c:
For starters, he’s that to me and I’m the same to him.
Got others words for each other, also. And other words beyond for future savings, eh, times to be or hope for.
I wake reaching for my phone or else it’s in my hand already, never let it go, and then it’s us back and forth the day through, and truth is I’ve an endless store of words for him and words I want to share his way.
Got more pics of him. >_> May’ve sent some his way of my tattoo, eh, and also that night at that pub with the rude fuck of a bouncer
Showed him Erid c: [ … ] …Might play for him? Said he’d like it, and lord god knows I’d like to do it. Eh, the way I feel music’s guess I’d say vivid, like tremulous most days, but talking with him it’s gone deeper still, I’m playing and feeling strains the way I feel him, from heart to my fingertips.
Fuckin wondrous, what he does to the world, brings it colours into song.
[ … ]
Full disclosure, just spent can’t count how long looking out the window thinkin on him. Fuckin smiling to myself, and Iryna ain’t wrong sayin we’re speaking like teenagers but thing is as well there’s naught wrong with it, nor with feeling butterflies past forty.
Man’s got something of the dork to him, can’t be denied and can only me admired by my own self, valued aye, it’s in my nature needing a bit of that. Lot of that, happens.
Finding it’s in my nature also needing to see his laugh. Hear his laugh, fuckin nearly ended me, and aye, one of those first pics he sent he’s sat with Dodo, she defyin physics and he with a laugh like joy itself.
Still got that one as my lock screen, that’s fact.
Other pic of him, this one other pic’s he his brother and a cousin at the gym and Senan I’m not jesting in the least sayin he can lift 205 kilos goin off his admission, and I’ve nary a doubt it’s so. Mean to find out for myself someday 🥴
J e s u s christ alive the man near to knocked me out this morning, message he sent
Still reeling over that one, apt to be weak kneed the next week. Sheer poetry of the explicit’s what it was. Eh don’t mean graphic nor what’s the tab a slot b shite, there’s place for that but it grows old right quick and fuck me there’s naught but newness to the ways he talks flirtation.
(Might be right to apologise here to yourself, but I’m not an ounce of sorry so best I can do’s salute you for followin this far and through the risque thicket.)
Here’s a thing, and you know I go mardy spending enough time around anyone with an overflow of brains and status, that about he having a name for himself aye, but fuck me if he ain’t bright beyond bright, and fuck me as well, talkin with him I don’t feel less than, eh, not too fuckin dense myself. [ … ] More properly stated, it don’t cross my mind at all, that about my own intelligenceor eh lackings thereof, when he and I’re speaking. This after only a week, aye? It’s unprecedented, is what it is.
And, truth, unprecedented’s what he is.
Then and on his son [ … ] eh, look I know all’s early and living’s got a way for coming between what is and what ought to be. Aye it’s been a week but as well eh I don’t care much a fuck and like you said, what good’s in hesitating here? Beyond what’s needed, ofc, caution and Sergiy keeping foremost.
But eh. Presuming a future where the contract with her, [ … ] Madeline, where that contract’s proven fucked and over with, and when he gets free of her and all’s secure
We’ve not not been talking future maybes.
Living together. Being [ … ] [ … ] ah fuck me. [ … ] Being a family.
He and I. Sergiy. Dodo.
[ … ]
Just as well, he’s said [ … ] well and might be you can guess this, but eh. He [ … ] isn’t opposed [ … ]
Look, fuck. Said if it were eh, hypothetically. If Liza and Nicky ever need a place and’d like [ … ] and even if it’s a room for visiting? He said he’d welcome them. Love them, aye? Said as well even if, eh [ … ] regardless what happens between he and I, said he’ll do all he can so I can see them again.
[ … ]
[ … ]
Can’t talk on that longer rn I’m thinking, it’s [ … ] Eh you know how it is.
Here, eh. That about living, maybe a future shared somewhere together. There’s been thought on the where and what’d work and eh, ey what’s thinkin, Sen? Room enough for one more Yorkshireman in NYC?
[ … ]
Nah, I’m flummoxed for speakin just now. Sent a novel as it is, more I’d say but truth of the matter’s I’ll need a breath for composing myself.
Here but. Goes for saying and I want to say in all of this
I’ve faith in him, is part what I’m saying.
And I love him, true and certain.
For starters, he’s that to me and I’m the same to him.
Got others words for each other, also. And other words beyond for future savings, eh, times to be or hope for.
I wake reaching for my phone or else it’s in my hand already, never let it go, and then it’s us back and forth the day through, and truth is I’ve an endless store of words for him and words I want to share his way.
Got more pics of him. >_> May’ve sent some his way of my tattoo, eh, and also that night at that pub with the rude fuck of a bouncer
Showed him Erid c: [ … ] …Might play for him? Said he’d like it, and lord god knows I’d like to do it. Eh, the way I feel music’s guess I’d say vivid, like tremulous most days, but talking with him it’s gone deeper still, I’m playing and feeling strains the way I feel him, from heart to my fingertips.
Fuckin wondrous, what he does to the world, brings it colours into song.
[ … ]
Full disclosure, just spent can’t count how long looking out the window thinkin on him. Fuckin smiling to myself, and Iryna ain’t wrong sayin we’re speaking like teenagers but thing is as well there’s naught wrong with it, nor with feeling butterflies past forty.
Man’s got something of the dork to him, can’t be denied and can only me admired by my own self, valued aye, it’s in my nature needing a bit of that. Lot of that, happens.
Finding it’s in my nature also needing to see his laugh. Hear his laugh, fuckin nearly ended me, and aye, one of those first pics he sent he’s sat with Dodo, she defyin physics and he with a laugh like joy itself.
Still got that one as my lock screen, that’s fact.
Other pic of him, this one other pic’s he his brother and a cousin at the gym and Senan I’m not jesting in the least sayin he can lift 205 kilos goin off his admission, and I’ve nary a doubt it’s so. Mean to find out for myself someday 🥴
J e s u s christ alive the man near to knocked me out this morning, message he sent
Still reeling over that one, apt to be weak kneed the next week. Sheer poetry of the explicit’s what it was. Eh don’t mean graphic nor what’s the tab a slot b shite, there’s place for that but it grows old right quick and fuck me there’s naught but newness to the ways he talks flirtation.
(Might be right to apologise here to yourself, but I’m not an ounce of sorry so best I can do’s salute you for followin this far and through the risque thicket.)
Here’s a thing, and you know I go mardy spending enough time around anyone with an overflow of brains and status, that about he having a name for himself aye, but fuck me if he ain’t bright beyond bright, and fuck me as well, talkin with him I don’t feel less than, eh, not too fuckin dense myself. [ … ] More properly stated, it don’t cross my mind at all, that about my own intelligence
And, truth, unprecedented’s what he is.
Then and on his son [ … ] eh, look I know all’s early and living’s got a way for coming between what is and what ought to be. Aye it’s been a week but as well eh I don’t care much a fuck and like you said, what good’s in hesitating here? Beyond what’s needed, ofc, caution and Sergiy keeping foremost.
But eh. Presuming a future where the contract with her, [ … ] Madeline, where that contract’s proven fucked and over with, and when he gets free of her and all’s secure
We’ve not not been talking future maybes.
Living together. Being [ … ] [ … ] ah fuck me. [ … ] Being a family.
He and I. Sergiy. Dodo.
[ … ]
Just as well, he’s said [ … ] well and might be you can guess this, but eh. He [ … ] isn’t opposed [ … ]
Look, fuck. Said if it were eh, hypothetically. If Liza and Nicky ever need a place and’d like [ … ] and even if it’s a room for visiting? He said he’d welcome them. Love them, aye? Said as well even if, eh [ … ] regardless what happens between he and I, said he’ll do all he can so I can see them again.
[ … ]
[ … ]
Can’t talk on that longer rn I’m thinking, it’s [ … ] Eh you know how it is.
Here, eh. That about living, maybe a future shared somewhere together. There’s been thought on the where and what’d work and eh, ey what’s thinkin, Sen? Room enough for one more Yorkshireman in NYC?
[ … ]
Nah, I’m flummoxed for speakin just now. Sent a novel as it is, more I’d say but truth of the matter’s I’ll need a breath for composing myself.
Here but. Goes for saying and I want to say in all of this
I’ve faith in him, is part what I’m saying.
And I love him, true and certain.
If I didn't want to be a gentleman to you, I'd send you a photo of what your 'last of it' does to me.
[...]
In fairness, however, I did some of it to myself by thinking of stopping you from speaking badly of my Vevay.
You kneeling for me, your hands in one of mine, mouth too occupied to say such things.
[...]
Better still, sharing the act. Letting me do the same for you. Would you like this? It could keep both of us from talking.
[...]
I need practice. It's been nine or ten years.
But you'll let me practice on you, Vevay, isn't that so? It can be very devotional, like communion - your body on my tongue.
[...]
There. That's the last of it.
And I am going to have a moment in the shower. A long moment.
It should be warm by now.
I'll respond to the rest after.
[...]
In fairness, however, I did some of it to myself by thinking of stopping you from speaking badly of my Vevay.
You kneeling for me, your hands in one of mine, mouth too occupied to say such things.
[...]
Better still, sharing the act. Letting me do the same for you. Would you like this? It could keep both of us from talking.
[...]
I need practice. It's been nine or ten years.
But you'll let me practice on you, Vevay, isn't that so? It can be very devotional, like communion - your body on my tongue.
[...]
There. That's the last of it.
And I am going to have a moment in the shower. A long moment.
I'll respond to the rest after.
[ Forty-five minutes later - ]
There.
It's amazing what a hot shower will do to clear the mind.
I can focus on the rest and - perhaps pretend I never said the things I did. [...] Vevay, you do this to me. You make me strange, starving, twisted every direction so that my mind feels inflamed. It's a fever, wanting you. I can think of nothing but touching what's still out of reach, and of holding my Nova, of velvet, of your eyes pleading and hands out and waiting.
A 'moment' helps quiet the fever, but doesn't drive it away.
At least I can think about something other than how much I long for you.
This matter with Senan, for example. I think you may be right and have found exactly the cause for his anger.
He never has cared for strong emotions. Negative ones, I mean to say. Obviously, he feels strong emotions about Rin.
I wonder if Darius knows this about Moira. I'll mention it.
Thank you, my clever Vevay.
[...]
Thank you for assisting me in the shower, also. I was and am very appreciative.
There.
It's amazing what a hot shower will do to clear the mind.
I can focus on the rest and - perhaps pretend I never said the things I did. [...] Vevay, you do this to me. You make me strange, starving, twisted every direction so that my mind feels inflamed. It's a fever, wanting you. I can think of nothing but touching what's still out of reach, and of holding my Nova, of velvet, of your eyes pleading and hands out and waiting.
A 'moment' helps quiet the fever, but doesn't drive it away.
At least I can think about something other than how much I long for you.
This matter with Senan, for example. I think you may be right and have found exactly the cause for his anger.
He never has cared for strong emotions. Negative ones, I mean to say. Obviously, he feels strong emotions about Rin.
I wonder if Darius knows this about Moira. I'll mention it.
Thank you, my clever Vevay.
[...]
Thank you for assisting me in the shower, also. I was and am very appreciative.
[ ... ]
[ ... ]
[ ... ]
So we are.
[ ... ]
[ There's a pause in ellipses for ten, fifteen minutes as Darius sets the phone down - half drops, half tosses it to the couch - and buries his head against Enri's chest, arms wrapped tight around him. Eventually explaining the gist of what's happened, what he said and failed to consider. Encouraging Enri to read the messages and mostly, mostly only breathing in the scent and nearness of his love. ]
Vitaly. Assuming you've not absconded as well
It's on my own head, not seeing that coming.
I didn't It isn't as if I haven't For fuck's sake I'm not asking him to
One might think—
One might think I would learn. Regarding actions and their consequences. Regarding the value in [ ... ] thinking more carefully ahead of speech.
[ ... ]
I'll speak with Sen later.Assuming he allows it and assuming Rin hasn't barred
He isn't wrong. I [ ... ] have yet to learn the art of restraint on certain axes.
[ ... ]
I did see you attempts at diplomacy, Vitaly. Thank you for that.
[ ... ]
Fuck.
[ ... ]
[ ... ]
So we are.
[ ... ]
[ There's a pause in ellipses for ten, fifteen minutes as Darius sets the phone down - half drops, half tosses it to the couch - and buries his head against Enri's chest, arms wrapped tight around him. Eventually explaining the gist of what's happened, what he said and failed to consider. Encouraging Enri to read the messages and mostly, mostly only breathing in the scent and nearness of his love. ]
It's on my own head, not seeing that coming.
One might think—
One might think I would learn. Regarding actions and their consequences. Regarding the value in [ ... ] thinking more carefully ahead of speech.
[ ... ]
I'll speak with Sen later.
He isn't wrong. I [ ... ] have yet to learn the art of restraint on certain axes.
[ ... ]
I did see you attempts at diplomacy, Vitaly. Thank you for that.
[ ... ]
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