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Nov. 17th, 2006 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wellownedbkupFrom The Round Table.
Middles:
The entourage was again sitting in their designated area, now bound a little closer together than they had been previously. Their leader, the indomitable Louise, was grinning at them proudly, beaming like a mother does when their child does something of note. They had opened up far more than she had expected, even by this point. She had been so sure that they would have held back for much longer.
“So, now that we have reached the halfway point in our meetings,” Louise began with a smile, “I would like to hear what you think we have accomplished so far.”
“Beware the ides of November,” Alex murmured softly to Sin, who was sitting on the floor beside his chair, leaning back slightly against the stockier fellow’s leg.
“The only thing I know about November is remembering the fifth of it. Though, for the life of me, I cannot remember why,” Sin joked quietly back. The atmosphere of the room had changed since the distrust and discomfort of their very first meeting, where no one wanted to tell anything about themselves. Nix nudged Sin’s leg with a little kick and leaned back in his own chair, having overheard the murmurings of the two other men.
Nix smiled brightly at Louise. “I think we have found out enough to blackmail Sin into smuggling in some proper Irish whiskey the next time he goes home. And to get Alex to dance around in a cheerleader’s outfit, should the opportunity present itself.”
“All in all, I think it is going really well,” Nisha nodded, a smile playing upon her lips as well. “I am still on the lookout for anything Nix may drop that would make him a good homework slave, but I can wait for that.”
Nix nodded back at her, a grin splitting his face. “And I am still waiting for the kinky lesbian love story that Nisha has hiding somewhere beneath those long braids. But I am in no rush.”
Louise looked around at the little group of them, and sighed. “What? Do you think you are funny or something?”
“We can but try.” Sin snickered and shrugged. “All of the ‘oh so deep’ topics you have us talking about need just a little relief every once and awhile.” He knew that his own personal thoughts had weighed him down and it was beginning to be a drag coming to this little building in the middle of winter. The weather was turning colder and he just wished he could stay in his room with Pacie, drinking hot chocolate and burying himself in covers and blankets.
Nix nodded, his own thoughts echoing Sin’s, though he did not know it. All he wanted was to stop talking about Liam and Shay and just... be with one of them. Or both of them, should the opportunity afford itself. He sighed and shifted guiltily in his chair. “I mean, it is all well and good that we are here doing this, but it feels like everything is one big whine fest. All.... ‘I had a rotten childhood!’”
“Daddy does not love me.”
“I cannot tell them that I love them!”
“Bitch, moan. Bitch, moan, whine, cry. The same thing every time.” They all joined in, giving their assent.
Louise arched one eyebrow at them and folded her hands in her lap. “So, let me get this straight. You are complaining about this only being a bitch session. You are bitching about a 'bitch session'?” She laughed a moment, the sound anything but funny. “That is funny. But if you do not want to whine and moan and cry and rant about things, why don’t you talk about some of the good things in your life, huh?” The group sat quietly, judging what she was saying.
Middles:
The entourage was again sitting in their designated area, now bound a little closer together than they had been previously. Their leader, the indomitable Louise, was grinning at them proudly, beaming like a mother does when their child does something of note. They had opened up far more than she had expected, even by this point. She had been so sure that they would have held back for much longer.
“So, now that we have reached the halfway point in our meetings,” Louise began with a smile, “I would like to hear what you think we have accomplished so far.”
“Beware the ides of November,” Alex murmured softly to Sin, who was sitting on the floor beside his chair, leaning back slightly against the stockier fellow’s leg.
“The only thing I know about November is remembering the fifth of it. Though, for the life of me, I cannot remember why,” Sin joked quietly back. The atmosphere of the room had changed since the distrust and discomfort of their very first meeting, where no one wanted to tell anything about themselves. Nix nudged Sin’s leg with a little kick and leaned back in his own chair, having overheard the murmurings of the two other men.
Nix smiled brightly at Louise. “I think we have found out enough to blackmail Sin into smuggling in some proper Irish whiskey the next time he goes home. And to get Alex to dance around in a cheerleader’s outfit, should the opportunity present itself.”
“All in all, I think it is going really well,” Nisha nodded, a smile playing upon her lips as well. “I am still on the lookout for anything Nix may drop that would make him a good homework slave, but I can wait for that.”
Nix nodded back at her, a grin splitting his face. “And I am still waiting for the kinky lesbian love story that Nisha has hiding somewhere beneath those long braids. But I am in no rush.”
Louise looked around at the little group of them, and sighed. “What? Do you think you are funny or something?”
“We can but try.” Sin snickered and shrugged. “All of the ‘oh so deep’ topics you have us talking about need just a little relief every once and awhile.” He knew that his own personal thoughts had weighed him down and it was beginning to be a drag coming to this little building in the middle of winter. The weather was turning colder and he just wished he could stay in his room with Pacie, drinking hot chocolate and burying himself in covers and blankets.
Nix nodded, his own thoughts echoing Sin’s, though he did not know it. All he wanted was to stop talking about Liam and Shay and just... be with one of them. Or both of them, should the opportunity afford itself. He sighed and shifted guiltily in his chair. “I mean, it is all well and good that we are here doing this, but it feels like everything is one big whine fest. All.... ‘I had a rotten childhood!’”
“Daddy does not love me.”
“I cannot tell them that I love them!”
“Bitch, moan. Bitch, moan, whine, cry. The same thing every time.” They all joined in, giving their assent.
Louise arched one eyebrow at them and folded her hands in her lap. “So, let me get this straight. You are complaining about this only being a bitch session. You are bitching about a 'bitch session'?” She laughed a moment, the sound anything but funny. “That is funny. But if you do not want to whine and moan and cry and rant about things, why don’t you talk about some of the good things in your life, huh?” The group sat quietly, judging what she was saying.
