Re: Quicklog, Patrick's cabin: Patrick G/Newt P
[Dude did not react to the touch. Instead, he focused on answering questions. To say that Jack and Sue had nudged him deeper into his very dark closet would be understating, man. The conflict remained, there, beneath the surface, but he was doing a most impressive job of keeping it silent.] Did I miss Repose? I did not. I missed some of the people, but not the place. All I learned about my mom was that her people were some of the founding families of Arborlon. They have a long and storied past, but all anyone knows of her was that she left here when she was young. The life tree does many things. It has lived since fae began. It is the elven lifeforce, my man, and it keeps the Dagda Mor and his demon's imprisoned. You will ask what the Dagda Mor is, and I will tell you he is a druid who turned to darkness.
[He laughed.] I do not know if you can handle my sword, my man. [Another wink, a comfortable one, and it was easy when Patrick was not thinking about it. But, yes, the cost. He placed his left hand upon the table and uncurled his palm. There, where he had held the stones, the skin was singed and scarred.] It is worse when the magic is greater. There is always a cost, my man.
[He was not certain if he regretted the conversation about Sue in its entirety or not. Newt was standing there, and Patrick did not react to the comment about Sue finding him worrisome; the qualifier was not required. He ignored the part about being a good bro, because it was not so important in this conversation, and because he doubted the truth of this statement at present. He did not grasp Newt's sadness.] Thrilling for him and thrilling for you. What of Adrian and Daniel? [He had noted the indicator of how many times Newt had sex, even though he did not comment upon it. He assumed all the instances were with Adrian, Sue, or Daniel.] What if the dude offers to do more than try?
[Newt brushed close, and Patrick did not believe it to be deliberate. Patrick smelled of sleep, blanket, dogs and trees. He did not recoil.] I am not opposed to sex, man, it is not like that. The end result feels most nice, but I am not chomping at the bit for the process before. This does not mean I do not find people attractive. [He sat up in his chair in indication that the conversation was becoming more difficult now.] You are going to tell me it's more than just all right? Man, I do not know. I have never paid for a blowjob either, and it has never occurred to me to do so. I am, I suspect, most vanilla. The most daring thing I have done sexually is come between a girl's tits. [He clasped his hands between his spread knees and regarded the floor.] I am most uncomfortable with the number of people who know about my sexual encounters now.