thedressingroom | (no subject)

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.

[He smiles but it looks worn out, someone well aware the sexual schtick was tiring.]

I don't know if breaking things in anger helps much, even in proxy.

[She'd sympathise, if she had anything to measure that against.]

No? I find the immediate result is satisfying, even if there are no long-term benefits.

I reckon I'm more weary of violence than you are.

You've had a lot longer to practise it.

Have I? I ain't as old as you might think. Just less, uh, privileged.

Don't think my upbringing excuses me from experience. My sister is the prettiest sadist you'll ever meet.

But if I had to judge, I'd guess you've... twice my years? Perhaps a little more?

Fifty. I'm fifty.

[he says that with the tone of someone who is definitely counting, although the reasons why always seem to change.]

[Two and a half times her age, then.]

You don't look a day older than twenty-five. If a little rough around the edges.

[HEY don't you call him old now.]

That's how the vampire shit works.

[She wouldn't dream of doing so.]

Surely that has its uses.

You never meet nobody who says they're looking forward to getting old, do you? Because I was. I wanted to get older, less stupid. I wanted to be a granddaddy.

Or maybe I just think that, now.

...no, I can understand that. I'd like children some day.

But it's also possible that you're regretting what you can't have simply because it's been denied you. Anyway, your age is only a number. Doesn't experience count for maturity?

I don't... change much. It's a side-effect, kinda. You're frozen, and shit, I know that sounds like a fucking excuse, but the going's... slower. I don't fucking act fifty, I don't fucking feel fifty. I won't for a long time.

I actually had you pegged for the age you look, to be perfectly honest.

Does it worry you? Being... static?

Most folks do.

Well, I don't fucking like it.