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[ are you giving me yuwon or yoshida or a surprise third option we just don't know
jk we do know because i was struck with sudden inspiration. this is what happens when you let me write starters
That is, the story begins like this: an offshoot of the Synflux universe we know and love, its details as malleable as our whims allow. What truly matters are the established facts and the core truths we choose to carry forward. Chief among them: the fraught, tension-laden history between Wriothesley and Yuwon, and the lingering, unanswered question that hangs in the air like a constant specter: was Wriothesley truly Yuwon's first? The unforgettable?
This PSL aims to delve deeper, challenging and unraveling the layers of their circumstances to finally demystify them from Yuwon's perspective. And so here they are, meeting under the guise of their usual "gym bros" hangout—though, with just the two of them, it's hardly so much the same anymore.
Those fleeting, blissful honeymoon periods had such a remarkable way of distorting the ordinary, didn't they? Whether one was directly involved or merely an observer, their influence was inescapable. #wishreal ]
So much for coming out for a round. What gives, man?
[ Off a whiff on Yuwon's end, the cue ball missing its mark entirely, Elysium quirks a brow. His tone is casual, almost flippant, yet the tension beneath it is unmistakable—a sharpness uncharacteristic of someone who usually carries himself with such irreverence. ]
If it's bothering you this much, you should've done something sooner. Or… [ Gaze flickering, words carrying more weight, ] If you're going to let it eat at you like this, you might as well act now while it's still early. Were you always this lovelorn of a guy?
[ i couldn't figure out how to fit the amnesia 'i'm not actually your bf but i'm calling myself your bf' plot into this as is, but you know. the future is bright. the world is our oyster. someone can get hit by a truck at any time. love how my psl with you and val are completely different shades of the same thing… what is ely but a second lead… ]
jk we do know because i was struck with sudden inspiration. this is what happens when you let me write starters
That is, the story begins like this: an offshoot of the Synflux universe we know and love, its details as malleable as our whims allow. What truly matters are the established facts and the core truths we choose to carry forward. Chief among them: the fraught, tension-laden history between Wriothesley and Yuwon, and the lingering, unanswered question that hangs in the air like a constant specter: was Wriothesley truly Yuwon's first? The unforgettable?
This PSL aims to delve deeper, challenging and unraveling the layers of their circumstances to finally demystify them from Yuwon's perspective. And so here they are, meeting under the guise of their usual "gym bros" hangout—though, with just the two of them, it's hardly so much the same anymore.
Those fleeting, blissful honeymoon periods had such a remarkable way of distorting the ordinary, didn't they? Whether one was directly involved or merely an observer, their influence was inescapable. #wishreal ]
So much for coming out for a round. What gives, man?
[ Off a whiff on Yuwon's end, the cue ball missing its mark entirely, Elysium quirks a brow. His tone is casual, almost flippant, yet the tension beneath it is unmistakable—a sharpness uncharacteristic of someone who usually carries himself with such irreverence. ]
If it's bothering you this much, you should've done something sooner. Or… [ Gaze flickering, words carrying more weight, ] If you're going to let it eat at you like this, you might as well act now while it's still early. Were you always this lovelorn of a guy?
[ i couldn't figure out how to fit the amnesia 'i'm not actually your bf but i'm calling myself your bf' plot into this as is, but you know. the future is bright. the world is our oyster. someone can get hit by a truck at any time. love how my psl with you and val are completely different shades of the same thing… what is ely but a second lead… ]
[ now i wish i replied to this with yoshida instead
this is where we circumvent the lore of pondering upon who was his first or not, or whether he feasibly had the mental capacity for physical intimacy in his original timeline. the answers are all there within the synflux universe, or perhaps it's schrödinger's smash— where this alleged bang exists in two separate states until properly verified. so both could hold true. wriothesley could be his first, and couldn't all at the same time, and perhaps me... bijou prefers it that way. thanks.
maybe the bigger question here is whether the culmination of all their gym sessions will make an appearance here... all in the form of elysium's perfectly sculpted globes, that is. flawless spheres that may be clapping along to the man's inquiry? or with his turn when he inevitably leans against the table.
when yuwon misses his mark, his brows furrow instinctively. he doesn't take it, or elysium's words seriously, but it doesn't mean he doesn't draw the stick back in his hands, letting the rounded edge of it brush against elysium's shoulder in warning. ]
Do you think that word suits me? [ is that a hint or humor in finding the statement entirely ridiculous, or is it the irony that maybe he felt more perceived than he'd like? ] It's not what you're thinking. If it's because of [ ... ] anything you've heard, it's not like that.
[ he stands behind elysium this time for his turn as he places the stick against the nearest chair. ] Instead why don't you focus on beating me for once. [ there may not have been any precedence for these words, but he says them anyway. with the same sort of easy self-assurance yuwon always had. ]
this is where we circumvent the lore of pondering upon who was his first or not, or whether he feasibly had the mental capacity for physical intimacy in his original timeline. the answers are all there within the synflux universe, or perhaps it's schrödinger's smash— where this alleged bang exists in two separate states until properly verified. so both could hold true. wriothesley could be his first, and couldn't all at the same time, and perhaps me... bijou prefers it that way. thanks.
maybe the bigger question here is whether the culmination of all their gym sessions will make an appearance here... all in the form of elysium's perfectly sculpted globes, that is. flawless spheres that may be clapping along to the man's inquiry? or with his turn when he inevitably leans against the table.
when yuwon misses his mark, his brows furrow instinctively. he doesn't take it, or elysium's words seriously, but it doesn't mean he doesn't draw the stick back in his hands, letting the rounded edge of it brush against elysium's shoulder in warning. ]
Do you think that word suits me? [ is that a hint or humor in finding the statement entirely ridiculous, or is it the irony that maybe he felt more perceived than he'd like? ] It's not what you're thinking. If it's because of [ ... ] anything you've heard, it's not like that.
[ he stands behind elysium this time for his turn as he places the stick against the nearest chair. ] Instead why don't you focus on beating me for once. [ there may not have been any precedence for these words, but he says them anyway. with the same sort of easy self-assurance yuwon always had. ]
[ in an alternate universe it's yoshida ntr i guess
But in this particular reality—the one where Yoshida doesn't exist—Bijou's preferences are irrelevant. What holds weight here are Yuwon's feelings… or the apparent lack of them, as Elysium's eyes narrow when Yuwon brushes roughly against his shoulder. Unfortunately for everyone involved, his globes are not the product of divine artistry but rather the result of tireless effort—a fact that means there will be no thunderous clapping here, unlike the raucous ovations that seem to follow the duke wherever he goes.
Not that it matters much, as who knows when the duke will grace them with his presence again. The thought stirs a disjointed kind of sentiment, a conflicted blend of gratitude for the rare time alone and simmering frustration at the same. It's a little maddening, this restless limbo of wanting and resenting all at once, as if caught in the gravitational pull of something he can't escape.
… The gravitational pull of Yuwon's planets, perhaps. It is, after all, not always about size. ]
Maybe we should've played something like chess if you wanted to get your ass beat that badly. [ … A scoff escapes, followed by… a whiff on his part, too, focus drifting elsewhere. Days like these were already an unspoken pattern—nights that were once spent as a trio now quietly, or not so quietly shifting into a duo, the absence of their third companion an inevitability rather than an occasional inconvenience.
It wasn't exactly how he'd envisioned this one unfolding, even if he'd never intended to act on his feelings in the first place. Even so, the shift in their dynamic hangs in the air, heavy, leaving him uncertain if these nights could continue as they were much longer anyway.
In the end, one could boil Elysium's life down to a series of bets and wagers—whether over petty matters like chores and thankless tasks no one else wanted or higher-stakes challenges he'd set for himself. Win this round, and he'd commit to asking for a lunch, maybe even a one-on-one of a different kind… little games like that. But having the choice stripped away left him feeling distinctly off-kilter, as though the balance he'd meticulously maintained had shifted without warning. ]
What is it like, then? [ He turns, gaze flicking over with a sharp precision, arms crossing in a stance that practically radiates expectation. ] Since this obviously isn't going anywhere.
[ this match, them, yuwon. … this is also so kdrama ]
But in this particular reality—the one where Yoshida doesn't exist—Bijou's preferences are irrelevant. What holds weight here are Yuwon's feelings… or the apparent lack of them, as Elysium's eyes narrow when Yuwon brushes roughly against his shoulder. Unfortunately for everyone involved, his globes are not the product of divine artistry but rather the result of tireless effort—a fact that means there will be no thunderous clapping here, unlike the raucous ovations that seem to follow the duke wherever he goes.
Not that it matters much, as who knows when the duke will grace them with his presence again. The thought stirs a disjointed kind of sentiment, a conflicted blend of gratitude for the rare time alone and simmering frustration at the same. It's a little maddening, this restless limbo of wanting and resenting all at once, as if caught in the gravitational pull of something he can't escape.
… The gravitational pull of Yuwon's planets, perhaps. It is, after all, not always about size. ]
Maybe we should've played something like chess if you wanted to get your ass beat that badly. [ … A scoff escapes, followed by… a whiff on his part, too, focus drifting elsewhere. Days like these were already an unspoken pattern—nights that were once spent as a trio now quietly, or not so quietly shifting into a duo, the absence of their third companion an inevitability rather than an occasional inconvenience.
It wasn't exactly how he'd envisioned this one unfolding, even if he'd never intended to act on his feelings in the first place. Even so, the shift in their dynamic hangs in the air, heavy, leaving him uncertain if these nights could continue as they were much longer anyway.
In the end, one could boil Elysium's life down to a series of bets and wagers—whether over petty matters like chores and thankless tasks no one else wanted or higher-stakes challenges he'd set for himself. Win this round, and he'd commit to asking for a lunch, maybe even a one-on-one of a different kind… little games like that. But having the choice stripped away left him feeling distinctly off-kilter, as though the balance he'd meticulously maintained had shifted without warning. ]
What is it like, then? [ He turns, gaze flicking over with a sharp precision, arms crossing in a stance that practically radiates expectation. ] Since this obviously isn't going anywhere.
[ this match, them, yuwon. … this is also so kdrama ]
Edited (help) 2024-12-27 13:30 (UTC)
You think you could beat me at chess?
[ once again, there's no lack of confidence to be found here. even if his self-assurance is completely fabricated and there's absolutely no justification, it's not like he'd be called out on his bluff at this point. or maybe he would, and this would just be another topic in which he conveniently slips under the proverbial rug. almost just as positive that they'd evade, avoid, and forgo like they've always done like clockwork.
honestly, he notices there's a shift in moods. an intangible discomfort and tension that existed between the two of them. one that he feels is all the more palpable today than any other night, and yet it's one he just as easily overlooks. not from any lack of care on his part, but simply because it was ... comfortable not to disrupt whatever this was. it's always been like that, and yet even he's coming to the stark realization that everything inevitably comes to an end. like a worn bowstring drawn taut where every bit of pressure pushes it towards its final breaking point. but, well... yuwon never was the type to rely on items.
or in this case, he's not about to give in and divulge any speck of his actual thoughts. not from any real lack of trust, and not even from the apathy that he wears like a mask— but, simply because he doesn't want to lose. whether in chess, billiards, or whatever this limbo is. ] Only you think it's not going anywhere.
[ when elysium's turn ends in yet another whiff, he ends up pilfering elysium's pool stick from him. his eyes clearly saying "watch and see," before he comes up right beside him. he seems to deliberate on it briefly, before snatches elysium's hand. he forcefully spreads his fingers apart, then places his hand flat against the pool table. it gradually becomes clear that he's trying to use elysium's hand as his bridge. configuring his hand to fit the shaft of the pool stick perfectly. ]
Why don't you make yourself useful instead of worrying about me?
[ from kdrama to lads... ]
[ once again, there's no lack of confidence to be found here. even if his self-assurance is completely fabricated and there's absolutely no justification, it's not like he'd be called out on his bluff at this point. or maybe he would, and this would just be another topic in which he conveniently slips under the proverbial rug. almost just as positive that they'd evade, avoid, and forgo like they've always done like clockwork.
honestly, he notices there's a shift in moods. an intangible discomfort and tension that existed between the two of them. one that he feels is all the more palpable today than any other night, and yet it's one he just as easily overlooks. not from any lack of care on his part, but simply because it was ... comfortable not to disrupt whatever this was. it's always been like that, and yet even he's coming to the stark realization that everything inevitably comes to an end. like a worn bowstring drawn taut where every bit of pressure pushes it towards its final breaking point. but, well... yuwon never was the type to rely on items.
or in this case, he's not about to give in and divulge any speck of his actual thoughts. not from any real lack of trust, and not even from the apathy that he wears like a mask— but, simply because he doesn't want to lose. whether in chess, billiards, or whatever this limbo is. ] Only you think it's not going anywhere.
[ when elysium's turn ends in yet another whiff, he ends up pilfering elysium's pool stick from him. his eyes clearly saying "watch and see," before he comes up right beside him. he seems to deliberate on it briefly, before snatches elysium's hand. he forcefully spreads his fingers apart, then places his hand flat against the pool table. it gradually becomes clear that he's trying to use elysium's hand as his bridge. configuring his hand to fit the shaft of the pool stick perfectly. ]
Why don't you make yourself useful instead of worrying about me?
[ from kdrama to lads... ]
I think I have a fair shot at beating you at a lot of things that don't involve physical activity.
[ Does he think Yuwon is mostly brawn? Yeah… He's no member of Mensa or whatever the equivalent would be, but he is more diligent with academics and games involving tactics than one might expect. Billiards—a game of precision, accuracy, and strategy—is typically more his ballpark than direct combat. It's unfortunate that in this situation, where focusing on the game itself feels nearly impossible, they might as well be throwing hands if they wanted to defuse this stupid tension.
In fact, it almost feels like Yuwon is itching for it too, judging by how he snatches his cue stick away with thinly guised aggression. Normally, in situations like this, Elysium would be teasing him for grandstanding—because even he didn't grandstand like this. But with things the way they were, all he feels is his annoyance bubbling up further. What more… ]
… what, you aren't actually thinking of getting in between them, are you? I said what I said, but—
[ He doesn't actually endorse breaking the bro code?!?! And he'd say as much, perhaps not in those exact words, but before he can Yuwon seems intent on doing something with their hands that goes beyond mere throwing. ]
—what the hell? [ is what he says instead, when part of his back ends up almost flush against Yuwon's pillowy, doughy chest, a real contender for the Synflux's top baked goods award. It's a weird position to be in—one he never imagined himself in, especially considering his height. And while he'd like to say it's taking everything in him not to elbow Yuwon right in the gut… he's frozen, expression blank, until everything catches up to him all at once and suddenly, his heart thuds.
At least he has the grace to wait for Yuwon to finish his turn, and it's not because his thoughts are racing to catch up before he twists his body to grasp at Yuwon's collar… or so he tells himself. Does this mean his back is awkwardly against the table now? Yeah. But it is what it is!!! ] Who wants to bother with a guy lacking as much common sense as you?
[ Does he think Yuwon is mostly brawn? Yeah… He's no member of Mensa or whatever the equivalent would be, but he is more diligent with academics and games involving tactics than one might expect. Billiards—a game of precision, accuracy, and strategy—is typically more his ballpark than direct combat. It's unfortunate that in this situation, where focusing on the game itself feels nearly impossible, they might as well be throwing hands if they wanted to defuse this stupid tension.
In fact, it almost feels like Yuwon is itching for it too, judging by how he snatches his cue stick away with thinly guised aggression. Normally, in situations like this, Elysium would be teasing him for grandstanding—because even he didn't grandstand like this. But with things the way they were, all he feels is his annoyance bubbling up further. What more… ]
… what, you aren't actually thinking of getting in between them, are you? I said what I said, but—
[ He doesn't actually endorse breaking the bro code?!?! And he'd say as much, perhaps not in those exact words, but before he can Yuwon seems intent on doing something with their hands that goes beyond mere throwing. ]
—what the hell? [ is what he says instead, when part of his back ends up almost flush against Yuwon's pillowy, doughy chest, a real contender for the Synflux's top baked goods award. It's a weird position to be in—one he never imagined himself in, especially considering his height. And while he'd like to say it's taking everything in him not to elbow Yuwon right in the gut… he's frozen, expression blank, until everything catches up to him all at once and suddenly, his heart thuds.
At least he has the grace to wait for Yuwon to finish his turn, and it's not because his thoughts are racing to catch up before he twists his body to grasp at Yuwon's collar… or so he tells himself. Does this mean his back is awkwardly against the table now? Yeah. But it is what it is!!! ] Who wants to bother with a guy lacking as much common sense as you?
Are you underestimating me, or overestimating yourself?
[ does he mean this in reference to elysium stating that he could beat him anything non-physical, or the fact that he may or may not have plans to ( muppet voice ) netorare. neru is to sleep. except, that's presuming yuwon were capable of any of that, including having any single shred of game in his body.
which is probably clear in the way he gets handsy with elysium, his fingers rough, and without any single hint of delicacy. if it's a breach of etiquette, or bad manners, he seems to pay it no mind. no, perhaps that was exactly the point he wanted to make. a sign to say "if you overstep, so will i." unspoken words, if just because all the supposed communication they need is hidden somewhere in the silence that persists like a perpetual fog.
it only seems to break when the literal ball begins rolling and he actually ends up sinking one in.
oh, does that mean, it's still his turn?
his eyes don't seem all too focused on the billiards table, however. instead, his eyes fall back on elysium. there's no plump rump for him to oogle over considering he's face to face with him, or rather to assess and lay descriptive judgment on... but, that doesn't mean he doesn't feel and see the tautness of his muscles beneath his tight shirt. or, the way he grips his shirt collar. ] Aren't you doing it right now? Bothering with me?
If you're going to run your mouth, get back into position. [ he gives a brief shrug, as if trying to brush elysium off of him. after all, he has a game to win here. whether it's their verbal argument, or pool, like they initially intended. then again, he wonders of either of them are really invested in this game.
in hindsight, maybe he shouldn't treat elysium like an object, like a discarded painting covered in fake blood. ]
[ does he mean this in reference to elysium stating that he could beat him anything non-physical, or the fact that he may or may not have plans to ( muppet voice ) netorare. neru is to sleep. except, that's presuming yuwon were capable of any of that, including having any single shred of game in his body.
which is probably clear in the way he gets handsy with elysium, his fingers rough, and without any single hint of delicacy. if it's a breach of etiquette, or bad manners, he seems to pay it no mind. no, perhaps that was exactly the point he wanted to make. a sign to say "if you overstep, so will i." unspoken words, if just because all the supposed communication they need is hidden somewhere in the silence that persists like a perpetual fog.
it only seems to break when the literal ball begins rolling and he actually ends up sinking one in.
oh, does that mean, it's still his turn?
his eyes don't seem all too focused on the billiards table, however. instead, his eyes fall back on elysium. there's no plump rump for him to oogle over considering he's face to face with him, or rather to assess and lay descriptive judgment on... but, that doesn't mean he doesn't feel and see the tautness of his muscles beneath his tight shirt. or, the way he grips his shirt collar. ] Aren't you doing it right now? Bothering with me?
If you're going to run your mouth, get back into position. [ he gives a brief shrug, as if trying to brush elysium off of him. after all, he has a game to win here. whether it's their verbal argument, or pool, like they initially intended. then again, he wonders of either of them are really invested in this game.
in hindsight, maybe he shouldn't treat elysium like an object, like a discarded painting covered in fake blood. ]
[ perhaps, after an exhaustive number of back and forths, callisto finally takes to to unleash a stuffiez storm in elysium's home. it's only after he's discarded several bags of its fluff and leaves the inner carcasses of the dolls around his home as a warning does he leave and text him: ]
I do hope you enjoy the gift.
I do hope you enjoy the gift.
You would be surprised at just how motivating spite is.
Isn't that obvious? Apparently, you never think twice setting your access code to your former lovers' anniversaries or birthdays. Ah, or is it the current? You could say it's almost impressive how quickly you move on with those loose lips of yours. [ it doesn't matter if this is a lie as long as callisto believes it's true. ]
Isn't that obvious? Apparently, you never think twice setting your access code to your former lovers' anniversaries or birthdays. Ah, or is it the current? You could say it's almost impressive how quickly you move on with those loose lips of yours. [ it doesn't matter if this is a lie as long as callisto believes it's true. ]
[ maybe it's still callisto's and he hasn't cared to change it. what then. ]
I'd like to say I'm surprised, but honestly, thinking you wouldn't stoop to being a step away from breaking and entering was clearly giving you too much credit.
Liked what you found that much, huh?
I'd like to say I'm surprised, but honestly, thinking you wouldn't stoop to being a step away from breaking and entering was clearly giving you too much credit.
Liked what you found that much, huh?
[ wao. ]
It seems you all but invited me. Why else would you be so keen to display your current life for everyone and all to see? [ how could anyone be okay without him??? hello?? ]
Liked is a funny way to put it. I would say it is closer to the opposite.
It seems you all but invited me. Why else would you be so keen to display your current life for everyone and all to see? [ how could anyone be okay without him??? hello?? ]
Liked is a funny way to put it. I would say it is closer to the opposite.
[ you mean why is ely so bl when he comes from a free-to-play tactical RPG/tower defense mobile game. did i google this just for the bit, yes. ]
Had I not given you ample time to say your piece? This reality you speak of, does it actually exist?
Let's see if you will still be saying this in a few months time when you're on your knees begging.
Had I not given you ample time to say your piece? This reality you speak of, does it actually exist?
Let's see if you will still be saying this in a few months time when you're on your knees begging.
[ ely has a canon red/blue yaoi ship him being bl is no longer my responsibility. what is callisto's excuse
but yeah, that probably is the dynamic, isn't it… elysium just going along with whatever scenario callisto comes up with because it's amusing until he doesn't, culminating into him just ghosting him out of nowhere one day. fun ]
Someone did come begging and it sure wasn't me. That someone even brought a bribe. What do you really want? You have my attention.
but yeah, that probably is the dynamic, isn't it… elysium just going along with whatever scenario callisto comes up with because it's amusing until he doesn't, culminating into him just ghosting him out of nowhere one day. fun ]
Someone did come begging and it sure wasn't me. That someone even brought a bribe. What do you really want? You have my attention.
[ he's from a rofan, he can't control the words that come out of his mouth
but ghosting because of bdsm is crazy work, damn. ]
The fact you can call this begging shows that you truly don't know what the word means. I can't help but deny your sincerity in accepting my gift if you are labeling it as a mere bribe.
Oh? And what is it that you think you could possibly offer me? How can I want when there's absolutely nothing there to have?
but ghosting because of bdsm is crazy work, damn. ]
The fact you can call this begging shows that you truly don't know what the word means. I can't help but deny your sincerity in accepting my gift if you are labeling it as a mere bribe.
Oh? And what is it that you think you could possibly offer me? How can I want when there's absolutely nothing there to have?
[ are we actually making the bdsm dungeon canon… damn… ]
It's certainly a form of desperation, isn't it? Changing your approach for someone who kept leaving your messages unread. Considering you didn't seem too bothered by being called 'clingy,' I'm guessing that assessment wasn't too far off the mark?
And there's something, seeing as you're still contacting me! What could the crown prince of S*ms*ng possibly want from a common man? I'm just as curious.
[ noncons callisto into being a chaebol ]
It's certainly a form of desperation, isn't it? Changing your approach for someone who kept leaving your messages unread. Considering you didn't seem too bothered by being called 'clingy,' I'm guessing that assessment wasn't too far off the mark?
And there's something, seeing as you're still contacting me! What could the crown prince of S*ms*ng possibly want from a common man? I'm just as curious.
[ noncons callisto into being a chaebol ]
[ YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SAID
i was tricked ]
I just think some people shouldn't throw around their affections so easily. Then again, you had always been that way, hadn't you? It is all so simple and easy. It makes one wonder where you get the sheer audacity.
What else could a man want from you? Perhaps, it's about time you use that pretty little head of yours instead of simply saying the first thing that comes to mind.
i was tricked ]
I just think some people shouldn't throw around their affections so easily. Then again, you had always been that way, hadn't you? It is all so simple and easy. It makes one wonder where you get the sheer audacity.
What else could a man want from you? Perhaps, it's about time you use that pretty little head of yours instead of simply saying the first thing that comes to mind.
[ until it's in writing everything is fair game ]
Was that what you wanted? My affection? What were you going to do with it after? Put a ring on it so we could live happily ever after?
I got the impression that's not quite how things work with you. It's not how it would work for me, either. This pretty little head would say everything worked out according to our best interests.
Was that what you wanted? My affection? What were you going to do with it after? Put a ring on it so we could live happily ever after?
I got the impression that's not quite how things work with you. It's not how it would work for me, either. This pretty little head would say everything worked out according to our best interests.
Have I not said it before? Marriage is but a partnership. If you wanted to be tied down to me for the rest of your life, there really was no reason for you to play coy.
[ he may not have ever been able to articulate his feelings well, but jumping into a vegas marriage would be all too easy had he desired it. ]
You would dare to think you know where my interests lie?
[ he may not have ever been able to articulate his feelings well, but jumping into a vegas marriage would be all too easy had he desired it. ]
You would dare to think you know where my interests lie?
Don't you find it funny, my friend? How well you can get on with someone physically while also being such opposites with them in every other regard? Sorry, sorry. I'm a romantic, you see. Marriage is meant to be a promise to go on one long adventure with someone, not a contract to tie them down.
But that's exactly why I can't get married either! Don't you have a long line of heiresses that would gladly take your hand, anyway? Unless you're telling me your reasoning is as shallow as wanting something you can't have. Then you're more messed up than I thought, man.
But that's exactly why I can't get married either! Don't you have a long line of heiresses that would gladly take your hand, anyway? Unless you're telling me your reasoning is as shallow as wanting something you can't have. Then you're more messed up than I thought, man.
A true romantic wouldn't be hinging a relationship on a night of passion, or a simple physical bond. They wouldn't be able to last subsisting on just touches. Or so I could only assume.
Fortunately, I believe neither in romance, nor do I think love is anything but a fleeting surge of emotions. But, I don't think I would have any trouble keeping one single bird in a cage for the rest of its life. Is it not natural to not want to part with things you were once fond of?
[ is that messed up? clipping a bird's wings doesn't mean it dies. ]
Fortunately, I believe neither in romance, nor do I think love is anything but a fleeting surge of emotions. But, I don't think I would have any trouble keeping one single bird in a cage for the rest of its life. Is it not natural to not want to part with things you were once fond of?
[ is that messed up? clipping a bird's wings doesn't mean it dies. ]
Can someone who says they don't believe in romance really speak to what it truly is? Spoken like someone who's never had the chance to experience it. I almost felt bad for your warped perception, you know. But there's only so much you can do for someone who refuses to see another perspective.
Anyway, sure, I wouldn't say it's unnatural to hesitate when it comes to letting go of what you're sentimental about. But now you're just being deliberately obtuse. Tell me this: what's the value in stripping away the very thing that defines a bird as a bird? Would it even be the same bird you grew fond of?
I already know your answer. It isn't. That's just keeping something for the sake of your collection.
Anyway, sure, I wouldn't say it's unnatural to hesitate when it comes to letting go of what you're sentimental about. But now you're just being deliberately obtuse. Tell me this: what's the value in stripping away the very thing that defines a bird as a bird? Would it even be the same bird you grew fond of?
I already know your answer. It isn't. That's just keeping something for the sake of your collection.
What good does seeing another perspective do for me? Has it granted me a single thing outside of a trouble, disappointment, or your loose tongue? [ except, everything he doesn't want to hear probably falls into that category. ]
Is it so horrible a fate to be pampered and live a full life devoted to the one who has all but captured you? Not everyone has the means to purchase such a large cage. Large enough in fact that it could easily encompass one bird's small and limited world. Would it even know the difference then?
It seems birds like to fly away just because they can. Doesn't that sound curiously like spite instead of a sincere desire for freedom?
Is it so horrible a fate to be pampered and live a full life devoted to the one who has all but captured you? Not everyone has the means to purchase such a large cage. Large enough in fact that it could easily encompass one bird's small and limited world. Would it even know the difference then?
It seems birds like to fly away just because they can. Doesn't that sound curiously like spite instead of a sincere desire for freedom?
Loose lips. Loose tongue. You sure like that word, don't you? 'Loose.' Guess I just have a loose personality, oops. Sorry about that.
So sure. Let's say it is spite. What can you do about it? I'm changing the lock pad number. You're more nuts than I ever expected you to be.
So sure. Let's say it is spite. What can you do about it? I'm changing the lock pad number. You're more nuts than I ever expected you to be.
Not unlike the feathers scattered in your home.
Yes, just do what conveniences you and allows you carry on with your life. Making tough decisions or sticking it out until the bitter end never suited you to begin with. You act as if I lost my mind, but need I remind you that you've also brought this upon yourself? Don't act innocent now.
Yes, just do what conveniences you and allows you carry on with your life. Making tough decisions or sticking it out until the bitter end never suited you to begin with. You act as if I lost my mind, but need I remind you that you've also brought this upon yourself? Don't act innocent now.
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