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@simply--simonlevine
Nothing says...
I’m still owned, still can be asked to go back at anytime. But in the meantime, I’ll be here in the Fringe—working off the debt that came with purchasing me.
I'm... But how are they still in debt for you if Amadeo isn't in debt for me anymore? You couldn't have been so much more expensive that it would indebt the Hawthornes...
[Private]
[He reaches up, sliding a hand over Simon’s hair as though he could somehow dislodge the long gone man’s hand from it before he tugs the other closer and pulls him against his chest.] I’m sorry, Simon. Stay inside as long as you need to.
[Simon's eyes close, hiding an almost-flinch, when Amadeo touches his hair and he burrows into the Elite's chest.] It's not your fault. If I didn't belong to you, I'm sure he would have just as much fun doing it. I just... he said you should lock me up, so I'm going to take that advice for a while and hide.
Nothing says...
I missed you too.
It’s not permanent but…it’s something, right?
What's... What is this? What's happening?
[Private]
He touched you?
He grabbed my hair and- [He stops, making a soft noise of discontent and scrubbing both hands over his face.] I think he smelled of my neck. He's just trying to scare me. I know he is. But it's working.
Nothing says...
Please.
I missed you.
-Private- I'm not leaving the house for several days please don't ask me to.
[Private] What? Why?
-Private- I... Patrick Barrows just... I mean, I'm sure he's just scaring me because he knows he can, but I'm... I don't want him to touch me.
Memorize … Um. All right.
Trust me. I'm good at it. I have a lot of recipes locked away in my head. Don't worry.
I … I mean, I guess. Just don’t lose them or get anything on them or … Anything like that.
I won't, Amadeo. I promise. I'll memorize them and then give them right back, okay? I'd copy them into mine, but I wouldn't want anything to get shared.
I have recipes, you know. My grandmother’s. Dad tucked them in some of the textbooks of his that I managed to save …
Would you let me try them? Please? I only have one recipe and I'm sure it's the generic, 1950's Americanized version. It won't ever be quite right.
My hair is getting long again, I think.
[Despite Simon’s hopes he doesn’t release his hold on the boy’s hair just yet, not before leaning down and gently running his lips over the curve of Simon’s neck most definitely smelling him. Once he’s finished that however he releases his hair with a gentle push.] You ought to tell that owner of yours to lock you up, boy.
[Simon holds his breath, not moving as Patrick's lips touch his neck, like prey hoping a predator will move on if they think they're dead. His heart hammers in his chest and by the time he's released and pushed, he looks like he might fall over from holding his breath so long.] Yes sir. I'll tell him.
[He takes two quick steps back, as though waiting to be released, but then turns and goes anyway.]
Not … All of the failures. Some of the failures?
...Maybe. We'll see. Depends on how bad of a failure they are.
My hair is getting long again, I think.
[Without missing a beat he steps forward and takes a fistful of the other’s hair, yanking his head back as he does and making a soft sound of appraisal.] I suppose it’s enough for a decent grip.
[Simon tenses, taking a step back when he moves closer and closing his eyes tightly when he's caught and his hair is grabbed. It takes him a moment, but before long, he's cleared his face again to look just as docile as he had before.] Yes, sir, I think that's the purpose.
Well that’s just rude.
So you want to eat all the failures until you're sick of them?
My hair is getting long again, I think.
He must not like having a good amount of hair to grab onto then.
...There is still plenty of hair to grab onto, sir. I don't think he wanted it that short.
That’s why I didn’t tell you; now you’ll be making them nonstop to perfect them and I’ll be eating them endlessly and I’ll be a fat slob come Christmas.
No, you won't be allowed to have them until they are perfect. Or close to it, at least.
My hair is getting long again, I think.
I think it suits you at that length, honestly.
What? I- Uh... Thank you...? I think A-my owner liked it a little shorter, though.
Oh, shit, I forgot cannoli. The only dessert I eat. I think I need to rewrite my list of loves.
Oh? There's a dessert you actually like and you didn't tell me? I'm offended. I have to go throw myself into learning a recipe now.
