WHO: Marius Black and OPEN WHAT: Thinking WHEN: Sunday, early afternoon WHERE: The coffee shop WARNINGS: Talk of sexuality STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Marius was not a religious man. He had no particular animosity towards religion, but had never found it relevant in any sense to the life he led. Perhaps there was something greater than him in the world, perhaps there wasn't; it truly made little difference in his day to day life. As such, Sunday morning found him at the coffee shop with a newspaper, drinking a dreadful cup of American tea as he perused the entirely uninteresting happenings that Madison Valley called news.
Perhaps it was comforting in a way. At home, the war dominated the news. Lists of casualties, cities and nations that fell to Hitler's might. Peacetime was boring, perhaps, but he'd take boring over death and despair any day of the week.
As he read, his mind drifted elsewhere. Mostly, to the conversation he'd had with Cassi the night before. It had been...uncomfortable, on many levels, but at least he'd had the chance to speak with her. Of course, after last night, he wasn't sure if he'd actually get that chance again. He hadn't meant to let the conversation go in that direction. It wasn't exactly something that was comfortable to talk about around your sister. But the more he thought of it, the happier he was that he had. He worried about Cassi - not just her health, although that was certainly part of it - but of the tight and restricted role that Pollux - and the simple fact of being a Black - had cast her into. In a sense, he was glad that he'd escaped that part of the family legacy. He missed his family, but certainly not everything about it. He had developed what he considered a healthy and rather progressive attitude towards sex and relationships, and was quite comfortable with his life.
His relationship with Molly he found to be quite enjoyable and quite safe - she didn't want the intimacy from him that he felt unable - and unqualified - to offer. His heart had been closed off since his banishment; after being abandoned by his family, he was in no hurry to be abandoned or rejected by anyone else.
He sipped at his tea, folding the paper neatly and putting it at the empty place across from him. The tea really was dreadful, and he made an intensely displeased little snort as he sat it carefully down and pushed it aside.
"You would think after going to the moon, Americans could learn to brew a decent cup of tea," he muttered.