thedressingroom | (no subject)

I stand corrected... but it's the usual assumption, isn't it?

Maybe for somebody else.

[He looks around as if making sure he wouldn't be overheard.]

My head's destined for somebody's platter, though, I promise you that.

Oh? [Intrigued!] Whose?

Depends on who I piss off next, don't it? List is always changing. I never wanted immortality anyhow.

You were supposed to have an arch-nemesis.

If it's any consolation, I don't fancy beheading you.

[Bathing him, possibly. Does he sleep on the streets?]

What do you want, then?

[Hey, he showers! Sometimes! When his boyfriend or roommate makes him!]

I was supposed to? Look, if anybody's the arch-nemesis in the picture, it's me, I don't play the good guy. Ain't white enough.

[he shrugs.]

I dunno. Can ask for anything I won't get, right?

[So, last week some time?]

You don't go in the sun, surely that qualifies you for paleness. [Also, she is lily-fair, and not a Good Guy.]

Ah, and we're back to square one. Faith.

[Most likely.]

Ain't skin tone, it's the genetics.

Well, can't get my heartbeat back. Can't force - can't force people to like me. Got a boyfriend. Not broke yet. That's up and up as far as my life goes.

[Well. That's not too ripe.]

If there's a rule that those with fair skin are the proverbial good guys, then I think someone's been messing with the rulebook.

...I'd think the good outweighs the bad, in that list.

It's really about movies - never mind, you'd need a week for that.

At the moment. Does yours?

[She laughs. And not in amusement.]

Let's just say the balance is very uneven.

That's how it works, don't it?

Yes, but there's that whole 'born to privilege' thing. You'd think it would be weighted in the other direction.

Now that's a loaded topic.

You might say that. I'm just a little irritated about the whole situation.

Yeah, look. I like you. I really do. But I don't handle the whole 'born of privilege' thing well, so that ain't really a road I'd like to explore.

Marvellous, I do like to be liked. But you did ask.

Are you still habouring an urge to be destructive?

Depends on the catch.

None. I'm feeling decidedly honest, and I have some steam to let off. If you want to break things, I'm offering company.

[he sighs]

Probably a bad idea. Not what I do when I get frustrated anyhow.

[--oh, yes. Fangs.]

Ah. Perhaps not.

[hey, he's responsible about where he puts his fangs. sometimes. his dick, not so much.]

Why the mood to break things?

[Aren't there rules about eating in bed?]

I've managed to get myself stuck in two separate planes of existence. It's frustrating, and I don't fancy displaying my admittedly rather ugly temper where I'll be forced to live with the consequences.

So you'll just get off seeing someone else do it.

[yes, trust him to put it in those terms.]

[Did he have to?]

Not where I was going with that, actually.