Re: Black Sheep, Come Home (Dominique)
Posted: 02 Jul 2016, 14:28
He couldn't help but smile as she replied with her own ice-cream preferences, it helped lighten a mood that could quickly turn tense, and while it was a serious topic it wasn't something he wanted to dwell on or to become a point on contention between himself and this new acquaintance. The wait for the inevitable wasn't too long, seconds perhaps, but it felt like hours ticking by. She clearly took a moment to consider it, to remember when she had last seen him and her expression seemed to speak of a good time, or at least, not something cringeworthy.
He was staring into the amber liquid that remained in his glass, considering finishing it off in one large mouthful, unsure what to say in response, when she spoke again and saved him the trouble.
The question had him looking her way with a speculative raised brow, a sort of expression that questioned if she really had no idea what a guy like him could possibly be doing with Jameson Dade. Actuallly, on second thought, it could appear a strange situation. The rock star and the junkie, not unheard of, but Kaspar wasn't big on the drug lifestyle in fact other than the odd one too many beverages he lived a pretty clean life. If he paused long enough to consider it he himself began to question how it was the pair had ended up close. Jamie was fire, licking at his heels, threatening to burn everything up and he had been tempted to let it, he had wanted to burn everything down just because he could in his brief flirtation with morbidity over his loss of mortality. It was a passing feeling, and instead the two had settled into a domestic sort of situation with Indigo and Adley. He cared about them all, and it had been fun while it lasted but without Jamie things had grown tense. It wasn't his absence that caused it, but what was left behind in his wake.
Again he considered Dominique, wondering how much to share with her, and figuring it couldn't hurt to tell the truth. "That's a good question, he was a bit of a wild card. I suppose lover, is the best description of our situation. We didn't just ****, but it wasn't like he was my boyfriend... We sort of half lived together, with two others. We shared a kind of relationship, but it is just... It's more like a community I suppose, a supportive unit, who care about each other and meet needs." He grimaced, downing the last of his drink, nudging the glass to the bartop. "That sounds like a cult, doesn't it? Look, Jay and I were whatever. The other two have the hope, and a third mutual acquaintance believes he's gotten himself dead. Properly dead." The words left a bad taste in his mouth, one that all the whiskey in the world couldn't take away.
"Look, Jay disappearing or deciding he was bored and moving on wouldn't surprise me. He's the kind of guy who will burn down your house and try to look innocent while he stands there holding the matches. It was what I needed at the time, and I guess we were what he needed but forever wasn't on my mind. It's just that something about it feels wrong, it was sudden and he left his dog behind." It was the point that he clung to in his argument, Bucket. How many times had he had this same discussion? "Thanks... For seeing me." Slowly he moved to stand, figuring he should let the woman have her night back. "You're easy to talk to. Maybe too easy."
He was staring into the amber liquid that remained in his glass, considering finishing it off in one large mouthful, unsure what to say in response, when she spoke again and saved him the trouble.
The question had him looking her way with a speculative raised brow, a sort of expression that questioned if she really had no idea what a guy like him could possibly be doing with Jameson Dade. Actuallly, on second thought, it could appear a strange situation. The rock star and the junkie, not unheard of, but Kaspar wasn't big on the drug lifestyle in fact other than the odd one too many beverages he lived a pretty clean life. If he paused long enough to consider it he himself began to question how it was the pair had ended up close. Jamie was fire, licking at his heels, threatening to burn everything up and he had been tempted to let it, he had wanted to burn everything down just because he could in his brief flirtation with morbidity over his loss of mortality. It was a passing feeling, and instead the two had settled into a domestic sort of situation with Indigo and Adley. He cared about them all, and it had been fun while it lasted but without Jamie things had grown tense. It wasn't his absence that caused it, but what was left behind in his wake.
Again he considered Dominique, wondering how much to share with her, and figuring it couldn't hurt to tell the truth. "That's a good question, he was a bit of a wild card. I suppose lover, is the best description of our situation. We didn't just ****, but it wasn't like he was my boyfriend... We sort of half lived together, with two others. We shared a kind of relationship, but it is just... It's more like a community I suppose, a supportive unit, who care about each other and meet needs." He grimaced, downing the last of his drink, nudging the glass to the bartop. "That sounds like a cult, doesn't it? Look, Jay and I were whatever. The other two have the hope, and a third mutual acquaintance believes he's gotten himself dead. Properly dead." The words left a bad taste in his mouth, one that all the whiskey in the world couldn't take away.
"Look, Jay disappearing or deciding he was bored and moving on wouldn't surprise me. He's the kind of guy who will burn down your house and try to look innocent while he stands there holding the matches. It was what I needed at the time, and I guess we were what he needed but forever wasn't on my mind. It's just that something about it feels wrong, it was sudden and he left his dog behind." It was the point that he clung to in his argument, Bucket. How many times had he had this same discussion? "Thanks... For seeing me." Slowly he moved to stand, figuring he should let the woman have her night back. "You're easy to talk to. Maybe too easy."