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genessia2018-03-08 10:17 pm
anamnestik) wrote in genessia2018-03-08 10:17 pm
private log / public video
[backdated private action]
[ Eliot had just invited Rip to come stay with him at his apartment. There is little worse to Eliot than leaving a lady without a roof over her head, or proper curtains to block out the sun. He was busy moving his belongings from the bedroom that he was loaning Rip: Important things, like books he still needed to read and a notebook with his pocket watch melody written down. You know. All his belongings... which he really doesn't have much of.
When he hears the apartment door unlocking, Eliot suddenly drops the books he was holding and spins around. Now in a fantastic mood, he waits with a big smile and shining eyes for the door to open. There's only one person it could be, after all. ]
Augustine~!!! Welcome home!
[present day video]
[And now, for something completely unrelated. Eliot wondering what to call the feeling of enjoying Augustine's presence in the apartment. Anyone who knows of normal relationships might realize that Eliot thinks of Augustine as a father.
For Eliot, however, the comparison is very different.]
So... I've never had someone nice to live with me before... Is there a word for this kind of relationship? I feel like a dog who is happy to have someone to sit with on the couch. Is there a name for that? [Yes, Eliot is comparing himself to a dog.]
[ Eliot had just invited Rip to come stay with him at his apartment. There is little worse to Eliot than leaving a lady without a roof over her head, or proper curtains to block out the sun. He was busy moving his belongings from the bedroom that he was loaning Rip: Important things, like books he still needed to read and a notebook with his pocket watch melody written down. You know. All his belongings... which he really doesn't have much of.
When he hears the apartment door unlocking, Eliot suddenly drops the books he was holding and spins around. Now in a fantastic mood, he waits with a big smile and shining eyes for the door to open. There's only one person it could be, after all. ]
Augustine~!!! Welcome home!
[present day video]
[And now, for something completely unrelated. Eliot wondering what to call the feeling of enjoying Augustine's presence in the apartment. Anyone who knows of normal relationships might realize that Eliot thinks of Augustine as a father.
For Eliot, however, the comparison is very different.]
So... I've never had someone nice to live with me before... Is there a word for this kind of relationship? I feel like a dog who is happy to have someone to sit with on the couch. Is there a name for that? [Yes, Eliot is comparing himself to a dog.]