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In which Muse has clearly given the science behind this far too much thought. - Diary of a Necromancer
Excuse me, I'm making perfect sense, you're just not keeping up
robling_t
robling_t
In which Muse has clearly given the science behind this far too much thought.
Erm, rather melancholy installment, this...


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Sandra and David have been having trouble starting a family. I've been dispatched down the pub with him whilst she and her siblings grieve together. "If the pup's not a pup, then..." David spreads his hands in a gesture of helpless defeat. "Suppose the boys might have the same trouble. She says their Mum..."

He falls silent as a waitress approaches. Glenlivet, I say when she turns to me. And look her straight in the eye.

She doesn't ask to see my ID.

"You're not the droids she's looking for, eh," David says once she's gone again. "Dunno how you bloody stand it, mate."

We'll leave unspoken the remarks about puritans versus convicts for tonight, I think. David's surveying the inartfully-lit room with a sort of melancholy resignation. "Bloody life for you, really. Think you know how it's going to go, and then you're sitting in a Mexican gay-bar talking about having puppies, for fuck's sake. -- Is this really your local?"

It's one of the nearest drinking establishments to his house for that matter, neighbours as we all are to mosques and Susan's dourly temperate uni; it was this or sending David into the off-licence. Our drinks appear (not what I'd asked for, but she's done her best) and David makes a heroic start on his, before continuing with, "That time you bit me, I thought... Well, dunno what I thought really. But I can't say it didn't cross my mind if it was done I'd rather it'd been her. -- No offence, mate. Mean, I'd miss wine, and chocolate. But... If I knew it would help."

Presumably unions between were and were are likeliest to come out happily, although now David mumbles something about lethal dominants and changes the subject. But after a few more rounds he's right back to it: "I talk to Michael and he makes so much sense, how they need someone who's not in it, but then I wonder, am I just..." David trails off, obviously struggling to marshall his thoughts against the last few pints, and at last concludes, "I don't want not to because I'm afraid. I mean, I am, the thought of it scares the fuck out of me sometimes, but, then, she's so..."

Rare even to have the choice. Rarer still, that it's his lot to love someone who's never known life otherwise. "Michael told me, once," I say. "How Susan explained. He said... He said that the entire time as he was watching her, changing, all he was thinking was how incredible it was that she trusted him. So completely. And how he's still so amazed that she believes that he's worthy of that."

David's nodding. But then he says, "It's a bit different, you and them, though, you're more sort of," and he makes a vague slicing gesture with his hands across a plane, "On the same level, sort of? Am I pissed?" he checks himself, squinting into his glass.

I do see what he means. I think. "It doesn't change who you are," I say, as David regards me with a bleary intensity. "Unless who you are is someone who'd use it as an excuse."

"Are we talking about beer, or the other thing?"

"...I'm not sure."

It's as well we did find somewhere we could walk back from. I get David as far as the settee in the front-room and wobble in to check on Sandra; in bed under a layer of pizza-cartons, sandwiched between her brothers, her pack, all three of them sound asleep.

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ashnistrike From: ashnistrike Date: February 22nd, 2012 02:01 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Oh, honey ... Now I have the strong inclination to fuss at them about the fertility stuff.

(This is the sort of thing where I end up wanting more technical detail, but it probably really is just me.)

-Nameseeker
robling_t From: robling_t Date: February 22nd, 2012 08:14 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
I was kind of worrying whether even saying this much should have a trigger-warning of some sort on it, never mind that Inner Trevor was sitting there looking at his script going "erm, this is so not my department..." {sigh}
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