Maybe it hadn’t been all thrills and chills and violence, but it hadn’t been all boring, Desire thought, glancing back as Declan retreated. Though he never would have considered himself one for the menial things, he set himself to cleaning the dirty dishware with his thoughts turned back inwards.
So his favorite movie is about a misunderstood ‘monster’ of a man and he went to tears half over the sad ending of a movie, and half because he’s afraid of a sad end like that happening to us. You do realize how hard you’re grasping at straws by now, right?
Silence.
Desire shrugged at himself, an actual physical motion as he scrubbed at the plates. Alright then, play it this way as long as you can. But you can trust me on this one: this cold war romance isn’t really what you want.
Very sullen silence.
By the time the dishes were done, Desire was still in charge—not that he felt particularly up for anything. So, feeling satisfied in his own way for the way the night had gone, he returned to the bunkroom intent on nothing more than his half of the split-mattress bed. He had an acknowledging smile to spare for Declan, but then he was wriggling under his covers. As Reason did before him, he stretched out on his side facing the Guardian’s side, but he for one had to make no justifications for it.
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So his favorite movie is about a misunderstood ‘monster’ of a man and he went to tears half over the sad ending of a movie, and half because he’s afraid of a sad end like that happening to us. You do realize how hard you’re grasping at straws by now, right?
Silence.
Desire shrugged at himself, an actual physical motion as he scrubbed at the plates. Alright then, play it this way as long as you can. But you can trust me on this one: this cold war romance isn’t really what you want.
Very sullen silence.
By the time the dishes were done, Desire was still in charge—not that he felt particularly up for anything. So, feeling satisfied in his own way for the way the night had gone, he returned to the bunkroom intent on nothing more than his half of the split-mattress bed. He had an acknowledging smile to spare for Declan, but then he was wriggling under his covers. As Reason did before him, he stretched out on his side facing the Guardian’s side, but he for one had to make no justifications for it.
“G’night, big guy.”