Harvey Stonewall (loveislove) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-09-29 18:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | democratic party, lgbtq culture |
Who: Glibt and Mark.
What: Fighting again!
Where: Brownstone 2.0
When: Wednesday evening.
Warnings: Language and possible alcohol use.
It was a mess, pure and simple, and Glibt, yet again, distanced himself from Mark to give himself time to let his anger bleed away, to let himself deal with his own guilt at allowing Mark and Marijuana to hurt Thomas, to analyze the reasons behind his own inactions. What he discovered, well, he didn't like it. At first, he'd felt guilty about keeping Thomas' relationship a secret from Mark, but he'd come to realize that he shouldn't have. His people were his people, it was that simple, and deserved his protection and, yes, his silence. One of the reasons Mark loved him was because Glibt didn't ask his fiance to push his mortals into passing legislation that would give his people the rights they deserved. Glibt respected his fiance's moral fibre and he had kept Thomas' secret because of his own morality; he wouldn't betray a member of his population, no matter who they were, for Mark.
The trouble was, he'd done just that, through inaction, by letting Mark go through with his plan, and by not reacting quickly enough when Marijuana had battered his way into Thomas' mind. And during his brief stay at Media's, he tried to figure out why. The easy way out would be to say that he still didn't feel like he was Thomas' parent - because he wasn't - and was the parental figure with the least legitimate claim to fatherhood, given that he hadn't married Mark yet. And, while, yes, that was part of it, it wasn't everything. When had he become so blind to Mark's faults that he would remain quiet while his fiance was planning on hurting his son, on hurting two members of Glibt's population? When had he fallen so in love that he could turn his head and pretend that the man he was set to marry soon hadn't seemed to care about how deeply he was wounding his son? When had he let the Party-Issue connection engulf him to the point where he had sat there, useless to Thomas, and let Mark and Marijuana stomp all over him? It was the same story all over again; Mark did something that made Glibt feel sick to his stomach and, eventually, Glibt was able to let it go. Only, this time, he'd been complicit in what was making him nauseated. That was new; Glibt didn't like it.
The fact that he had lost his best man only made things worse. He understood, of course, that Harvey couldn't approve of him marrying a man who had treated his son so poorly, but that only begged the question of whether Glibt wanted to marry a man who was, by his own admission, a poor father. Especially since Mark seemed to want to have children of their own eventually, if that was even possible. But on Glibt's way back to the brownstone, Glibt could feel Mark, feel his presence, feel that pull between Party and Issue, and, just like he had so many times before, he could already feel himself making rationalizations, trying to explain away Mark's actions so he would feel comfortable curling up with him on the couch.
Rubbing at his eyes as he stepped quietly into the brownstone, Glibt kept his laptop bag over his shoulder as he wandered the halls slowly, able to feel Mark's presence in the living room but not wanting to give into that draw just yet. But, eventually, he told himself to stop being so idiotic and entered the living room, glancing over at Mark and choosing to sit in one of the arm chairs instead of on the couch with his fiance. And then he was stuck trying to figure out something to say. Trouble was, there was far too much and he just wanted to lean his head against Mark's shoulder. Instead, his fingers drummed against the buckle of his laptop bag for a moment before he let out a sigh. "How was your day?" Lame, yes, but Glibt couldn't think of anything better.