and twice in (how many days ...bah brain doesn't want to work it out)... recently! :)
::squee::
however i'm having a strange urge to go for a run now. (ok, so i was planning on doing that since yesterday, anyway, but...) luckily there are no bodies of water anywhere around here. :D
that was awesome! yay for the talking. and the hugging. mmm embracing is good.
also, very disturbing (and yet scarily believeable) about the apathy, and the ambiguity, and not knowing one's own 'true' motives:
What truly bothered him was that he’d come so close, so bloody close to... nothing. Without even brooding about it, or thinking, or planning, as if he’d been altogether divided from himself, and his body or some other part of his mind were playing tricks upon him.
...it wasn’t until he’d pulled off his shirt, leaving it in a heap with his socks and shoes and plunged on in that he realized he’d come close to deceiving himself, because he was swimming, yes, but he was swimming out to sea, all alone in a place he’d never been before—someone’s private beach, from the look of it--at a point where he knew nothing of the tides before him.
that would be very, very scary. not being able to trust oneself.
He had to turn around. Had to. Wasn’t fair to do this to Bill. To anyone who’d made the mistake of loving him. ouch. just... ouch. and also, *sob*.
oh, and can Mac please come home unexpectedly and (also unexpectedly) find Billy and Dom in bed togehter? pleeease? *puppydog eyes*
i'm *so* glad you updated this!
::squee::
however i'm having a strange urge to go for a run now. (ok, so i was planning on doing that since yesterday, anyway, but...) luckily there are no bodies of water anywhere around here. :D
that was awesome!
yay for the talking. and the hugging. mmm embracing is good.
also, very disturbing (and yet scarily believeable) about the apathy, and the ambiguity, and not knowing one's own 'true' motives:
What truly bothered him was that he’d come so close, so bloody close to... nothing. Without even brooding about it, or thinking, or planning, as if he’d been altogether divided from himself, and his body or some other part of his mind were playing tricks upon him.
...it wasn’t until he’d pulled off his shirt, leaving it in a heap with his socks and shoes and plunged on in that he realized he’d come close to deceiving himself, because he was swimming, yes, but he was swimming out to sea, all alone in a place he’d never been before—someone’s private beach, from the look of it--at a point where he knew nothing of the tides before him.
that would be very, very scary. not being able to trust oneself.
He had to turn around. Had to. Wasn’t fair to do this to Bill. To anyone who’d made the mistake of loving him.
ouch. just... ouch. and also, *sob*.
oh, and can Mac please come home unexpectedly and (also unexpectedly) find Billy and Dom in bed togehter? pleeease?
*puppydog eyes*