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Mundane,

I like that title. It fits you. [ He takes a deep drag of his cigarette and squints into the too-bright morning sun.]

So, are you going to go through with this, or are you just gonna leave me here with my pants down? [His pants aren't really down, but it wouldn't be a stretch for him to drop them in accentuation of his point. Not that he really has one to make. He looks restless, and like he is trying to mask his eagerness with exaggerated boredom.]

Seriously, you want me to care, but you can't even figure out what you want to do. It's not exactly inspiring.. [He frowns, except it's got less to do with his mun's indecision and more to do with his disgust with the moments he says things which remind him of his mother. Oh well, shrug it off, Little Prince.]

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They'll probably be down literally often enough. [ fuck you for smoking, man, he's trying to quit. ~~no he's not, he can't even fool himself.~~ he fishes for his own battered pack of newports, tapping one out and pressing it between his lips. ] Once your writer gets good an' started. They're not meek like this for long.

[ Not really sure how he feels about the implications of this revelation, but he can't say he minds. ~~Also, real men don't quit, nope, never.~~

He curiously regards this sudden companion. This place is hella weird.] Not sure how I'm supposed to feel about that. ~~Or anything, really.~~ So, where did you come from?

[ a sharp little laugh. ] You'll figure it out. [ a dismissive gesture with one hand. ]

So. What, like, lately or meta-fuckin'-physically or originally or what? 'Cause I'm right damn here like every other poor bastard for now. LA before that, though. An' Vegas. An' Phoenix. An' Houston. An' New Orleans. An' before that, lots of other places. I don't stick around in one place long.

[Roman squints at the stranger, frustrated that he doesn't get an immediate answer to all the questions he hasn't asked yet, and irritated knowing he isn't going to.

How annoying.]

Better than being stuck in one stupid little town your whole life. [ By stupid, he really means, his favorite little town in the universe, because within its borders, he is basically royalty.

He gives a little smirk.] So, you get around then.

I dunno', man, it's nice not having to move every few months. I actually have goddamn pictures on my walls, now. It's the most domestic shit I've ever done.

[ 'get around', he says. that gets another laugh, this one lower and warmer, actually amused. ] Sugar, you have no fuckin' clue. It's right in my DNA.

[ His eyebrows raise a bit.

He's almost afraid to ask. But he has to, because his curiosities are nigh insatiable. ] ...How do you mean, in your DNA?

[ He's just going to sitting here looking over at you with the most fucking amused expression. SO MANY COMMENTS HE COULD MAKE ABOUT THE PANTS THING. But he won't. What up, almost vampire, not really boyfriend.]

[ Oh hey, hairy bitch, how's it goin'? He didn't miss you at all, no. Fuck you. Go get your ball. ]

What?

[ Whatever roofie eyes. YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME. Fuck your ball.]

Sorry, I was'nt aware Godfrey's were allowed to hang around with their arse out.

[ He blows out a scoff with his cigarette smoke. ] Fuck you, I can do what I want.

[ The world's most ineffective pause of attempted indifference. ] Where did you go? ~~I needed you and you weren't there.~~

Oh, please. You wish could fuck this.

[ Of course any humor he had in him left pretty much at that question. His body deflating a little as he shifted against the wall. So he was from there, huh?]

I left.

[ Letha was...too much. Hell, the fucking cat was the line and that had been crossed.] ~~I'm sorry.~~

I'm not - [ Setting aside his feeble attempt to once again defend his sexuality, he frowns, with an almost childish pout. ]

No shit. You could have...called or something first. [ Roman you sound like a needy ex. This is not helping your determination to prove you are heterosexual.

But hey, at least he hasn't killed his mother yet. ]

[ He's almost amused by that pout, really. Though for Peter's own sake, he's utterly aware that he's bi. It just happened that things fell the way they did.]

...I'm a gypsy Roman. We don't call. [ There is pain in Peter's voice as well. He did'nt want to leave it had just been..way to much. All of it. ]

[ Roman looks away, focusing his attention back on his cigarette and mutters under his breath. ] A gypsy is a gypsy is a gypsy.

[ Peter actually winces at those words as he scratches the back of his head. Fine. He left. It sucked. He almost wanted to go back to that almost boyfriends but not really state they had in the first few weeks. He just holds up his hand as he takes a few steps back.]

I wanted to call you know but...I couldn't.

I'm just...leaving you alone now.

[ Fine, leave. Cunt. Stupiddumbhairycunt.
Of course it takes him about four seconds to realize that if Peter left again then his mother would be right, and he would do really anything to make sure she wasn't right about...anything. Except about himself. She could be right about him being stronger than his father. He was cool with that. Not that being stronger than a coward who offed himself was saying much. But then, with the things he and his mother could get people to do, he was never entirely sure J.R. killed himself of his own pessimistic devices.

His brow furrowed. He looked confused. Then again, Roman was almost always confused. ]

...No. You can't leave. If you won't stay I'll make you stay. You wanted to go after she died, I get that. I wish you could get away from it, but life's just...life just isn't fucking like that. I can't leave, I have no where to go. And you can't leave either. Because even if you stay gone, it'll just haunt you everywhere you go. But you will be alone. At least here you have...you have me. I'll make you stay. I can. Don't make me prove it.

[ Hemlock Grove, where all the weird shit in the universe goes down, and fledgling vampires have the emotional spectrum of teenage girls. ]

[ They'll steal the love from your hearts and the rings from your fingers.

Peter blinks at those words, his hands dropping down to his side as he just stares over at him. At the idea that he can't leave. Despite their friendship, he does'nt doubt that Roman might use those eyes on him to make him stay. He'd seem them on people before, what made him so different in the end?]

I don't have you Roman. I never did. You look back on what fucked up version of friendship we had and really tell me that I had you? Letha...This place is too much. You know the average time I spent in one place before here? About four months before we have to move again. Because that's what we do.

This place is fucked. We're fucked. You and I.

[ At least they don't fucking sparkle. And this wolf just staring over at his friend. His..whatever the fuck they had.]

And I do wish I could stay, but you can't make me.

[ Admittedly part of the reason he was physically unable to take no for an answer was because Roman was not accustomed to being told no, and it infuriated him in ways he did not understand. It was also because he was sick and tired of everyone leaving him. And then there was the fact that Peter was, in all sincerity, besides Letha and Shelly, his first real friend. And he maybe actually cared.

He was actually hurt by Peter's words. What a bunch of bullshit. ] I don't want to make you, I just want you to stop being a pussy and actually stay. And what...what do you mean? I know you were mad and I did a bunch of stupid shit, but then I went into my coma or whatever and I woke up and I said I was sorry and...it was like everything was ok. With us at least. Why can't it still be ok?

[ He truly didn't understand. It was like his brain wasn't developed in certain areas or something - which was probably not far from the truth.

...Because things are different now Roman. They can't just be put back together again.

[ Letha's dead for one. Peter killed Christina. Any love for Roman was pretty much ruined the moment Letha died. All for that fucking last name. It was harsh and hard and so many things.]

I know you said sorry. [ And Peter was almost sorry for almost breaking up with Roman. Well, as much as "I think we should stop this friendship" was breaking up.]

Do you really want to have this fucking fight?

No. I'd like it a lot better if you'd agree instead of making me argue. But I think I am supposed to believe in fighting for things and not giving up like my father would have. So...

[ He considers for a moment, then nods his own decision. Looking back at Peter with decidedly increased resolution. ] Yes.

You lost Letha. And Shelly. But I lost Letha and Shelly and I knew them longer because they were my family. I am not adding you to that list. If you want to leave this stupid town, fine. But you are taking me with you. ~~Even if I have to change my name.~~

Well not everyone bends over for everything with the last fucking name GODFREY.

[ He stops at that yes because really, that look on Roman is so rarely a good thing. He saw it at the mill and he saw it when they dug up graves. God knows that can't be a good thing.]

You...

[ Because he could already hear Linda telling him no at the idea of it at all. No matter how much Peter loved Roman. And he did, that stupid stupid love.]

You'd hate it. You know. [ Being on the road. Sleeping in a car. Then in whatever place they could find.]

Edited 2013-09-28 12:06 (UTC)

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ugh i need to decide which 15 of 5870351097230 icons to use for him >L

Hemlock problems#

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Apprently I can't reply to your message but HI <3

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