Do you have alcohol, Newt? Not a little. A lot. Enough for us both to get drunk for several days; that's the amount I'm speaking of. If not, buy us some, please.
Actually: whatever amount you're thinking of, double it. I want to be drunk for at least a week. You can get a tattoo. We'll have sex in a bounce house. That's what society does nowadays, I suppose, just debauches themselves until they're useless; we might as well go with the times.
Actually: whatever amount you're thinking of, double it. I want to be drunk for at least a week. You can get a tattoo. We'll have sex in a bounce house. That's what society does nowadays, I suppose, just debauches themselves until they're useless; we might as well go with the times.
Jesse. Harlan wouldn't pull this kind of stunt.
And he's currently hosting an orgy, as I found out when I opened the door and just saw a mass of writhing bodies. An orgy, Newt. Not just a threesome, not some sort of ordinary escapade, no. At least twenty-five, if not more.
An ORGY.
In MY HOUSE.
I have OAKEN FLOORS, Newton.
And he's currently hosting an orgy, as I found out when I opened the door and just saw a mass of writhing bodies. An orgy, Newt. Not just a threesome, not some sort of ordinary escapade, no. At least twenty-five, if not more.
An ORGY.
In MY HOUSE.
I have OAKEN FLOORS, Newton.
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There's a bounce house out back that's shaking ominously.
And I will not admit anything. It's not impressive, it's ridiculous, Harlan never pulled this. Not everyone goes around having orgies. I don't. You . . . haven't recently, I assume.
And I will not admit anything. It's not impressive, it's ridiculous, Harlan never pulled this. Not everyone goes around having orgies. I don't. You . . . haven't recently, I assume.
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[She has a whole argument typed up over why, in fact, serial killing is better than an orgy, but then he asks that, and you know what, fuck the argument.]
So long as it was just sex, no. I would not see it as a betrayal.
. . . I might not be pleased. I suppose it would be depend on the person, and what you did, and when you did it. Right now, for example, I would especially not be happy. But regardless: that does not mean you shouldn't do it. We agreed neither of us would be bound sexually (don't make a joke).
So. Yes, I may be mad, but that would be my own affair to sort out. And if there's someone who's caught your eye . . .
Has someone caught your eye?
So long as it was just sex, no. I would not see it as a betrayal.
. . . I might not be pleased. I suppose it would be depend on the person, and what you did, and when you did it. Right now, for example, I would especially not be happy. But regardless: that does not mean you shouldn't do it. We agreed neither of us would be bound sexually (don't make a joke).
So. Yes, I may be mad, but that would be my own affair to sort out. And if there's someone who's caught your eye . . .
Has someone caught your eye?
Are you quite serious!
[Holy shit, give her a sec. It's not even upset, it's just a little shocked, that's all.]
Truly: do you really want to sleep with Jesse, or is this purely hypothetical?
Either way: I would not be against it, no. Where is your own business, though if my floors endure any more fluids, I'll hold you both personally responsible. And when . . . I would prefer to see you again first, before you pursued this. Before you made your interest known, even.
[A beat, and then a third text, because Ros is a snob who doesn't believe in the double-texting rule.]
And yes: your sleeping around is "fair game", as is my own. It's romantic matters in which I demand monogamy, at least for the next few decades.
[Holy shit, give her a sec. It's not even upset, it's just a little shocked, that's all.]
Truly: do you really want to sleep with Jesse, or is this purely hypothetical?
Either way: I would not be against it, no. Where is your own business, though if my floors endure any more fluids, I'll hold you both personally responsible. And when . . . I would prefer to see you again first, before you pursued this. Before you made your interest known, even.
[A beat, and then a third text, because Ros is a snob who doesn't believe in the double-texting rule.]
And yes: your sleeping around is "fair game", as is my own. It's romantic matters in which I demand monogamy, at least for the next few decades.
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He certainly hasn't made a move for any man yet, I can tell you that much. A sea of female flesh in my house, with only a few of his "bros" scattered among them. He'll flip, yes, and you may have a harder time persuading him than you imagine. After all: if I act as clear maternal replacement to him, what does that make you?
Still: best of luck. And be kind to him.
How far into your vampirism did it take before you experimented with the other sex? Or did that happen before?
Still: best of luck. And be kind to him.
How far into your vampirism did it take before you experimented with the other sex? Or did that happen before?
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And because I miss you. It's been five weeks, and we might have a few more to go. I don't wish to see you only in passing as you head for someone else.
Sweet. Though I'm not sure I believe you; do keep telling me about how you miss me. About how my patience is an endless inspiration to you, impatient thing that you are. Though I suppose I can allow you Fenris, if no one else.
Jesse and my own maternal instincts are a topic, I think, that will take an age to discuss, so tell me instead: when on earth did you manage to find the time to not only seek out, but hook up with a man when you were human in your era? I didn't even bother trying until I was a vampire, and even then, it was only with other vampires.
[They'll circle back, gently put a pin in the Jesse conversation.]
Jesse and my own maternal instincts are a topic, I think, that will take an age to discuss, so tell me instead: when on earth did you manage to find the time to not only seek out, but hook up with a man when you were human in your era? I didn't even bother trying until I was a vampire, and even then, it was only with other vampires.
[They'll circle back, gently put a pin in the Jesse conversation.]
Well. You did it cleverly. Enthusiastically, but precisely. Balancing the greater good in favor of your own desires, coupled with my own limitations and needs. It was impressive. Not shocking in retrospect, given your skillset, of course you're good at balancing priorities, and of course that's to say nothing of your work ethic, you're very good at going the extra thousand miles when the situation calls for it, but
You were worth waiting for, is what I mean to say. Three hundred-odd years is a long time, but I would wait another if it meant you at the end.
[UGH IT'S EMBARRASSING TO HAVE FEELINGS mrhghrgh nope can't leave it at that.]
In any case: tell me of him. Your Thomas. You have three different types that seem to appeal to you; I want to know what type he was.
You were worth waiting for, is what I mean to say. Three hundred-odd years is a long time, but I would wait another if it meant you at the end.
[UGH IT'S EMBARRASSING TO HAVE FEELINGS mrhghrgh nope can't leave it at that.]
In any case: tell me of him. Your Thomas. You have three different types that seem to appeal to you; I want to know what type he was.
Odd as it is to say about someone like that . . . I am glad you found him. Even if it ended the way it did, there's something to be said about realizing you aren't alone in your sexuality. Especially back then. Was he at least decent enough in terms of being a means to an end? (Did you father know?)
Ah, and on that note . . . your types are as follows: similar to you intellectually, similar to you in aesthetics, and those you want to work you over. In other words: myself, who can not only keep up with but outright challenge your intellect; that human with the industrial piercings you flirted with last week, the one you fed on, the one who talked with you about music for ages on end; and Fenris, who has fucked you well enough that you've staggered around the next day, giddy off it.
And that man, Thomas, fit none of the above, for he wasn't decent enough to firmly fulfill any category.
[It's not jealousy that makes her say that, but defensiveness. The man's likely long dead, or at least close to it, but still, there's a spark of irritation for anyone foolish enough not to see what a spectacular potential partner Newt is. She's unbiased.]
Ah, and on that note . . . your types are as follows: similar to you intellectually, similar to you in aesthetics, and those you want to work you over. In other words: myself, who can not only keep up with but outright challenge your intellect; that human with the industrial piercings you flirted with last week, the one you fed on, the one who talked with you about music for ages on end; and Fenris, who has fucked you well enough that you've staggered around the next day, giddy off it.
And that man, Thomas, fit none of the above, for he wasn't decent enough to firmly fulfill any category.
[It's not jealousy that makes her say that, but defensiveness. The man's likely long dead, or at least close to it, but still, there's a spark of irritation for anyone foolish enough not to see what a spectacular potential partner Newt is. She's unbiased.]
You're damn right I have your number.
It bothered me some times more than others. I can't say I suffered, nothing so needlessly dramatic, it wasn't some source of unresolved angst in my life. But I would be wistful, now and then. I get along easier with men, but I favor women more.
It is what it is. There were more important things I needed to get done, and sex is rarely worth the risk.
How invasive is invasive?
It bothered me some times more than others. I can't say I suffered, nothing so needlessly dramatic, it wasn't some source of unresolved angst in my life. But I would be wistful, now and then. I get along easier with men, but I favor women more.
It is what it is. There were more important things I needed to get done, and sex is rarely worth the risk.
How invasive is invasive?
Ahh, is that why we end up rutting in clubs so often?
[Far better to say that than something soppy like you were worth it. It's true, but also, let's not go nuts.]
My god, that's true, isn't it? I forget that sometimes, the two of you sharing that bond. Harlan and I have only just learned how to navigate that, and it's an imprecise science to say the least. Half the time we can't help thoughts spilling over anyway. You can well imagine the headache of adding Jesse into the mix; sometimes I swear I think things and it's one of them instead. And I thought it was bad when I was the fledgling . . .
Anyway: I cannot imagine my mother hearing unintentional details about what I fantasize about or what have you. Or, perish the thought, the other way around (though frankly I don't think she did fantasize about things).
[But actually, hm, that makes her wonder—]
Would you ever take a fledgling?
[Far better to say that than something soppy like you were worth it. It's true, but also, let's not go nuts.]
My god, that's true, isn't it? I forget that sometimes, the two of you sharing that bond. Harlan and I have only just learned how to navigate that, and it's an imprecise science to say the least. Half the time we can't help thoughts spilling over anyway. You can well imagine the headache of adding Jesse into the mix; sometimes I swear I think things and it's one of them instead. And I thought it was bad when I was the fledgling . . .
Anyway: I cannot imagine my mother hearing unintentional details about what I fantasize about or what have you. Or, perish the thought, the other way around (though frankly I don't think she did fantasize about things).
[But actually, hm, that makes her wonder—]
Would you ever take a fledgling?
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