Re: [Closed] Book by the covers
Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2019 10:39 am
Evening on the 77th of Roalis, 2719
It was like he had been struck, Tom’s words hurt. He had exposed a part of himself, a self he had only just allowed himself to acknowledge and this was the response. He wanted to strike back to hurt and then to retreat, lock himself away and go back to how he… she had been.
“No, to hells with that."
Jean hadn’t meant to say it out loud. He stood Tom’s words confused him, he had no interest in politics, in either of the guise he lived in.
“Tom, I have no idea what you are talking about. You have been hurt, by someone I can tell that. However not by me."
He levelled a pale finger at him, and looked down it like an aimed pistol, his voice was cold and hard as steel.
“I will not be accused of being a criminal and certainly not a blackmailer. Not in my own clocking home. Not by any man."
He picked up both whiskey tumblers and held one out to Tom, he drained his and let out a low breath, the anger leaving his eyes.
“I know something of the fear of exposure, and I can understand where it comes from."
After a pause, he said, a deep and racking sorrow in his voice.
“I know something about hating the body you have."
He looked away and when he looked back his green eyes shone with tears.
“Tom… Can I trust you? I need to trust someone or I think I may lose my mind."
At that moment he hated himself for the pleading in his voice and the weakness he was showing but to hell with it. Either this man would listen to him or leave, If the latter then Jean would do what he was good at, crawl into a bottle and hide from the bleak and uncaring world.
He said softly.
"We are all but fools.."
“No, to hells with that."
Jean hadn’t meant to say it out loud. He stood Tom’s words confused him, he had no interest in politics, in either of the guise he lived in.
“Tom, I have no idea what you are talking about. You have been hurt, by someone I can tell that. However not by me."
He levelled a pale finger at him, and looked down it like an aimed pistol, his voice was cold and hard as steel.
“I will not be accused of being a criminal and certainly not a blackmailer. Not in my own clocking home. Not by any man."
He picked up both whiskey tumblers and held one out to Tom, he drained his and let out a low breath, the anger leaving his eyes.
“I know something of the fear of exposure, and I can understand where it comes from."
After a pause, he said, a deep and racking sorrow in his voice.
“I know something about hating the body you have."
He looked away and when he looked back his green eyes shone with tears.
“Tom… Can I trust you? I need to trust someone or I think I may lose my mind."
At that moment he hated himself for the pleading in his voice and the weakness he was showing but to hell with it. Either this man would listen to him or leave, If the latter then Jean would do what he was good at, crawl into a bottle and hide from the bleak and uncaring world.
He said softly.
"We are all but fools.."