Castor Stuart (sg_castor) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-10-02 02:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: thread, -2011: september, character: castor stuart, ~complete |
Thraed: A Dialogue Between Twins
Who: Castor and [and introducing Dragon as...] Pollux
When: Tuesday, September 27th, evening [Backdated]
What: Pollux tries to stop Cas from leaving
Where: Their house
Warnings: Language, incestuous implications, more language.
"YOU WANT TO CARVE ME? WHAT ARE YOU, SWEENEY TODD?"
"I'm trying to get you to see a good side"
"There's no good side to this! I almost killed someone and then I turned into a fucking monstrous freak show! Some government scientists are going to hear about me and abduct me and cut me up!"
"I'm not going to let any scientists touch you Cas. I swear. You're not a freak. This could be a gift if you just calm down."
"It was a gift when I wasn't turning into an Ent! Why does everyone have to argue this freakishness!"
"So now you're deciding this is bad? Because of physically changing? So what? Now you can be one with nature. You'll be brilliantly happy now!"
"But I can't be with my friends, with people! I can't--you just don't get it! You and Dave just don't fucking get it!"
"Since when have you wanted to be around anyone!" Pollux becomes very still, his lips curling in a small sneer. "Dave. This is only about him isn't it? What's wrong afraid he won't want to fuck you any more?"
"Just because I'm not obsessively around you doesn't mean I don't want to be around people. There's the glee club and the track team and my dance classes and everyone involved in those. I like those people." Except that Pollux was rather right on the latter part.... But it wasn't about sex. Well, not entirely about sex anyway.
"Wouldn't mom and dad be proud? You're starting to think like one of the outsiders, about fitting in with the conformist bastards."
"It's not the same fucking thing, Pollux! I can't even feel anything! Literally! Except... Itchiness and pain."
"Then stop it. You're the one who went around fucking with Mother Nature."
"You act like I did it on purpose... I can't just fucking stop it."
"You've been experimenting with it with Dave"
"You just want to blame this on Dave."
"He's the one who told you to play around with what you don't understand. It’s his fault"
"It's not his fault! You're just fucking jealous!"
"I AM NOT JEALOUS! I'm scared!" Pollux reached out to grab what was once his bother's arm. He switches into their language, the one he hasn't spoken since they came to this place. “Where is my brother?! Tell me where is the brother who is my soul?"
Castor jerked away, not wanting to be touched. Not when he was like this. The twin language came easy to him, "You think I'm not scared? I just know where to place the blame. Myself. Your brother is dead. There's nothing but a monster in his place."
"Cas...." Pollux tried again, refusing to let the other man keep away from his touch. "All I see is my brother being stupid. You are my brother and I will protect you from even this."
“You can't protect me," he jerked away again, this time going to leave properly, "No one can protect me. It's done. And now I'm leaving."
"You can't leave me! Not now!" Pollux grabs for his trunk? and shoves him hard against the wall. His mouth slants over his brothers. There’s nothing else he can think to do to keep Cas with him
Cas shoved Pollux back, looking more startled than anything else, "Overreact much? I never said I was going to be gone forever! I just have to get this shit under control, okay?"
Pollux didn't try to touch him again. What the hell was he supposed to do? "When are you going to be back?"
“Saturday for the meeting. After that... I don't know." Cas pinched the bridge of his nose. Apparently trees could get headaches.
"You'll be there then. And wherever you try to go after that I will be with you."
Castor breathed a heavy sigh, "I'm sure it's quite pointless in trying to stop you, isn't it? Even if our grandparents will fly off the fucking handle and then worry our parents half to death..."
"Our parents lost their chance to get a say. And I doubt George will care his hippie grandkids go transient like he expects."
"That isn't fair. To any of them. Even if George is a mean bastard... Like a horrible, old cat..."
"Fuck them. It isn't fair to us that we're stuck here with him! Mom and Dad should be here!"
"Well they aren't. None of them are. None of our friends from the commune are here either."
"Just you and me Cas. Like it should be."
"We can't be Us forever... Some day we have to grow up."
"Leave then." Pol's face was tight, his lips thin. "Go figure your shit out. I'll figure If growing up means you don't want me around any more"
"For fuck's sake... I didn't mean never--Whatever. I'm going. You're making my head hurt."