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genessia2018-09-12 12:04 pm
anamnestik) wrote in genessia2018-09-12 12:04 pm
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Pardon my strange question... When do feelings of friendship become something... else? And what is the best remedy for stopping such feelings? Not to imply it is unpleasant, or I've no desire to love the person in question. Merely that this is going to be an inconvenience for them.
And are those with budding romantic feelings for another still permitted to invite the person of their affection on dates? Is that taboo? It feels so very wrong.
... Maybe I'll use the pocketwatch and forget all of this. This is criminal of me.
[action : various cities]
[Eliot has gone off on a self-help love quest, because all of this really bugs him. He's not sure how valid his emotions are, given that his personality is a temporary front for his "library self." He's been stopping in book stores and convenience stores, even stopping in grocery stores, to pick up those trashy teenage gossip magazines. Particularly anything that promises to explain the social etiquette of modern romance.
He's also been picking up trashy magazines of a less appropriate variety. You'll know he picked up and flipped to a scandalous article when you hear him scream in public and hastily close the magazine, glowing red from embarrassment.]
o-oh... oh my goodness...! Modern publishing is shameless...!
Pardon my strange question... When do feelings of friendship become something... else? And what is the best remedy for stopping such feelings? Not to imply it is unpleasant, or I've no desire to love the person in question. Merely that this is going to be an inconvenience for them.
And are those with budding romantic feelings for another still permitted to invite the person of their affection on dates? Is that taboo? It feels so very wrong.
... Maybe I'll use the pocketwatch and forget all of this. This is criminal of me.
[action : various cities]
[Eliot has gone off on a self-help love quest, because all of this really bugs him. He's not sure how valid his emotions are, given that his personality is a temporary front for his "library self." He's been stopping in book stores and convenience stores, even stopping in grocery stores, to pick up those trashy teenage gossip magazines. Particularly anything that promises to explain the social etiquette of modern romance.
He's also been picking up trashy magazines of a less appropriate variety. You'll know he picked up and flipped to a scandalous article when you hear him scream in public and hastily close the magazine, glowing red from embarrassment.]
o-oh... oh my goodness...! Modern publishing is shameless...!
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Without a shred of elegance, Eliot rolls over and pushes himself up. He’s pretty quick to begin fussing over his hair, vain even when he’s tipsy.]
That was mean... Doesn’t he know how fast this body gets... ugh... [Looking up at Rip again, he looks a touch worried.] Don’t tell Augustine...
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[And she understood why wine considering the conversation they just had.]
Don't vorry, I von't.
[There's a lot of things she's not telling Augustine, this is just added to the mix.]
Und I owe you an apology for being zo pushy. I zuppose, I'm still trying to figure out zhis entire.. mothering zhing.
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[Clumsily, Eliot tries to pull himself up and onto the sofa again. He doesn’t know about the previous conversation, but is aware that he left the other him to deal with Rip.
It seems that was the right choice, too. Somehow, she seems to understand now.]
‘Iz fine. You were just trying to help... ugh.
I feel too gross to get angry. Did he explain it?
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Yes, he did. Zo, I'll drop zhe vatch issue. But, I still expect you to at least try und take better care of yourzelf.
[She leaned back in her chai.]
Vhich right now, seems to include sleeping off being tipsy. You really can't hold your alcohol, can you. Even vhen zhe vine barely has any in it.
[Okay, she miiight be teasing a little.]
I'll try to be patient vith you, if you do zhe same vith me. It's been.. a vhile since I last...adopted a child.
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Patient... kay. If you're sure... kay. [He's being quite agreeable in this state. Eliot even nods slowly. Despite his protests against sleep, Eliot is beginning to doze off.]
Kay, Mom... I'll try.
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Really, sleep was the only decent cure.]
Yes, I'm sure.
[And.. She might feel a little warm and fuzzy being called 'mom'. She didn't drink any of the wine, did she? No? Well.. There's no going back now, is there. ]
Sweet dreams, Eliot.