yok yerlere gelindi, boş yerlere gelindi hep. bir küfür ki dilin damağın kan çanağı, sözcükler kabuk dahi tutmuyor. ne varsa ne yoksa elimden kayıp giden toplanamayan bi dağınıklığın içinde, taşacak bi çukura dönüşüyor. bir bilsen, kimse ne yerini bilir ne kendisini. sanki kimseleştik birbirimize bu delikte. unutmak dediğin ne renk olabilir? gözlerden uzak temenni mi, adı konmamış bir hastalık mı. sanki sen yokmuşsun ben hiç olmamışım gibi inceldiği yerden kopmak mı. oysa gözlerimi kapatıp, kar yağdığını hayal etsem, gerisi gerçek olsa*.. beyaz kuşlarla ecekleri kovalasam doğacak günlerden söz etsen ya bana, bugünleri yakıştıramazken kendime
El amor es una melodía compleja y hermosa. Puede ser dulce y suave en sus inicios, pero también tener momentos de tensión antes de resolverse en una armonía perfecta. Esperaba escuchar el corazón de les participantes latir al ritmo de la sinfonía del romance durante el festival. Ahora que ha finalizado, no puedo evitar cuestionarme: ¿Qué sucedió?
Fue curioso observarlos; cada interacción, por más mínima que parezca, obtuvo toda mi atención. Sin embargo, como lo he venido haciendo desde un principio, les seré totalmente honesta: Estoy decepcionada.
Las citas, armadas con tanto esfuerzo por Su Majestad, avanzan sin pena ni gloria. ¿No les parece una desfachatez hacerle tal desplante a la monarca? ¡Definitivamente, se han ganado su furia! Y, por consiguiente, la mía.
¿Debo recordarles el objetivo de La Temporada? Están aquí para encontrar el amor y hacer conexiones, pero parece que la mayoría de ustedes no demuestra el más mínimo interés en lograr alguno de los objetivos. Lamentablemente, esta inaceptable situación me obligó a proporcionar algo de movimiento al evento.
Les prometí que se conocerán perfectamente al finalizar La Temporada y, a diferencia de la promesa vacía de la reina, yo cumpliré con mi palabra a como dé lugar. Espero que el jugoso entremés que algunes recibieron haya servido como prueba de mi honestidad y, sobre todo, que sientan gratitud hacia mi persona. ¿No es un alivio saber que el peso de sus mentiras es compartido? Permítanme aligerar la carga tan pesada que llevan sobre sus hombros.
Aun así, he de admitir que sucedieron un par de acontecimientos que vale la pena comentar; algunos valientes se alzaron en nombre del amor, así que les haremos una mención honorífica:
Aunque para muchos el alcohol y la música no fueron desencadenantes para la pasión, logramos ver a la distinguida dama Rosalinde Wellington otorgándole su favor, a través de un apasionado beso, al comediante Kang Yohan; en mi opinión, una combinación bastante inesperada. ¿Habrá sido una ocurrencia del actor lo suficientemente ingeniosa como para derretir el corazón de la heredera del duque de Oxford? Por lo que pude presenciar durante el lanzamiento de mi exclusiva revista, la señorita Rosalinde se mostró muy cómoda a lo largo de su cita con el también heredero de un ducado, Donovan Dankworth. ¡Tristemente, nuestro caballero no recibió la buena voluntad de esta noble mujer!
¡Pero no se preocupen! La recuperación de este galán fue bastante rápida, se le vio muy a gusto con su cita: Parthenope Sirisco. Dicen que las caricias y miradas cargadas de ferviente deseo no faltaron en este explosivo encuentro. ¿Lo curioso? Mis oídos lo escucharon coqueteando también con la modelo Beatrice Sinclair, ambos mostrándose extremadamente cómodos en compañía del otro.
Hablar de esta joven me lleva a comentar que tengo un ojo clínico para seleccionar parejas; quizás Su Majestad pueda aprender algo de su humilde servidora, ¿no les parece? El señor Elliot Dankworth fue visto muy cariñoso con la señorita Sinclair, en una interacción descrita como inapropiada por quienes se encontraban rondando la zona. Ahora, los invito a preguntarse lo siguiente: ¿Es esta dama tan desalmada como para jugar con el corazón de dos hermanos? ¡Cuidado, querida! No se puede repicar la campana y llevar al santo al mismo tiempo. ¡Sería una lástima ver a esta hermosa jovencita perder a sus pretendientes por ser extremadamente osada!
Descuiden, descuiden, todes sabemos que el inglés no es un ángel; también se le vio muy a gusto con el beso que Berenice Silje le estampó durante la cita organizada por la reina. ¿Está jugando más de una carta a la vez? Es bueno recordar que los niños que con fuego juegan, eventualmente se queman. ¡Por cierto! Le regalaré un punto adicional a nuestra carismática artista por recibir uno de mis dulces regalos. Si me estás leyendo, y sé que lo estás haciendo: ¡Espero que te haya encantado!
Otro individuo que se ha mostrado muy cómodo en el arte de la coquetería es Arlen de La Cour. ¿Acaso fui yo la única que observó el evidente flirteo entre él y la señorita Rada Sokolova? ¡Y no solo eso! Se murmura que el brillo en sus ojos cuando la española Paloma Lusaque se posó frente a él fue enternecedor. ¿Habrán sentido estos tórtolos su piel erizarse y su corazón latir con fuerza al verse? Soy una romántica empedernida, así que espero que sí. Como muestra de mi buena fe y para ayudar en el fortalecimiento de sus vínculos, les comentaré algo que tienen en común los tres: son mentirosos, con una destreza impresionante para ocultar todo lo que desean. ¡No me sorprende que se hayan encontrado!
¡Me parece que muchos están comenzando a explorar sus posibilidades! A este paso, se concentrarán más en terceros que en la cita que les asignaron. ¡Muy mala educación, amigos míos! Pero debo admitir que me encantan sus descaros.
Cuando hablamos de coquetear, no podemos dejar por fuera a Thanit Sunthorn. El tailandés se mostró muy complaciente durante el festival; sus ánimos estuvieron elevados como nunca antes. Siendo honestos, él cuenta con una gracia y elocuencia que lo vuelven un partido magnífico para cualquiera. A todes los que pusieron un ojo en este distinguido caballero, ¡tengan cuidado! Algunas encantadoras sonrisas ocultan acciones viles para cumplir objetivos, pero eso lo hablaremos en una nueva publicación.
Alguien que parece estar deseosa por captar mi atención es Hyacintia Mahawan. Aparenta tanta emoción por La Temporada y el amor que casi me conmueve; es una verdadera lástima que ha intentado en reiteradas ocasiones coquetear con las señoritas y, en vez de conquistar sus corazones, parece intimidarlas. Cariño, recuerda siempre: menos es más… De cualquier forma, mi deber es informarles que una avecilla llegó volando a mi buzón con información muy delicada, donde se afirma que nuestra amada bailarina le mintió a la reina sobre su sexualidad. ¿Será posible que sea heterosexual? ¡Seguramente las dudas nacen por sus interacciones con Saint Pravit Chearavanont! Una mentira de ese calibre sería tomada de muy mala manera por nuestra querida monarca. ¡Los estaré vigilando para llegar al fondo del asunto!
De mis ojos no escaparon Salomé Lane y Elara Muradli, quienes en su cita organizada por la corona parecieron disfrutar plácidamente de la presencia de la otra. ¿Será que finalmente Salomé consiguió a alguien que le brinde la comodidad que necesita dentro del ostentoso espectáculo que nuestra soberana propicia? Sin embargo, les recomiendo tener en cuenta que, cuando se miren fijamente, no solo reconozcan las chispas que se encargan de llenar sus cuerpos y sus almas de energía, vean profundamente a su compañera y en ella podrán reconocer sus propios pecados. Ustedes son dos caras de una misma moneda.
Al parecer, los nobles han decidido ser el foco de atención en esta temporada. Mis fuentes me indican que el ilustre Heo Hyunsu se mostró extremadamente coqueto durante el festival, y se le vio rodeado de hermosas damas la gran mayoría del evento. Aun así, hasta donde mis avecillas pudieron observar, este hombre seductor no encendió las llamas de la pasión con ninguna de ellas. Como se podrán imaginar, me siento extremadamente desencantada y entristecida con este desenlace. Recuerde, mi estimado duque, tengo mis ojos y esperanzas puestas en usted: ¡deme algo picante! ¿O tendré que proporcionarle el impulso que le hace falta?
Por último, pero no menos importante, tenemos al distinguido caballero Adrien Montclair, quien ha profesado encontrarse deseoso por hallar el amor durante La Temporada. Lamento informar que, a pesar de sus intentos por ser amable y actuar impecablemente, la duda sobre sus verdaderas intenciones es palpable. Se dice por los pasillos del palacio que este joven tiene mucho que ocultar y sus aparentes buenas intenciones no son más que una falacia. ¿Les cuento lo más hilarante de este caso? El inglés no ha demorado en mostrar su claro interés en Ophelia Dankworth y yo no puedo evitar regocijarme: ¡Los iguales están destinados a encontrarse y ser el karma del otro!
Debo despedirme de ustedes, pero no sin antes recordarles que el complejo juego del amor apenas empieza. Les recomiendo que comiencen a mover sus piezas sabiamente; yo ya moví las mías.
Rose II, James, Dominic y Olivia se empeñan en poner de cabeza las casas que las flores protegen con tanto ahínco. Esmeralda, Zafiro, Rubí y Perla son víctimas de una inspección sorpresa, tan silenciosa como meticulosa. La reina no quiere más sorpresas, espías, ni nada que entorpezca la misión tan noble con la que está comprometida.
Una a una, registran las habitaciones de los participantes. Se toman su tiempo, sin premura ni vacilación. El festival de música mantiene a cada sospechose entretenide y ocupade mientras los sirvientes reales husmean en busca de la verdad.
—Imposible que sean tan astutos —Refunfuña la reina, agotada de la infructífera cruzada. Están jugando con su paciencia y todos quienes residen en palacio temen los límites de la monarca.
—Su Majestad, podemos reiniciar la revisión —La preocupación de James es palpable. La ausencia de pecadores es un trabajo mal hecho; una falta fue expuesta y es su deber poner nombre y apellido al merecedor del castigo—. Aún no revisamos las habitaciones de las damas.
—Déjalas fuera de esto —La orden es dada con firmeza. Rose confía plenamente en las mujeres que durante tantos años han trabajado lealmente a su lado, se lo han ganado. Lo han demostrado.
—Majestad —La voz es suave, busca interrumpir sin provocar al caos que se arremolina bajo la fachada de una mujer solemne—, perdone mi imprudencia, pero es necesario pensar con claridad y sabiduría —Olivia prosigue con esa timidez característica de ella, está por proponer una locura y teme la reacción de la reina, pero desde el incidente, la mayoría de los sirvientes llegaron a la misma conclusión—. En el pasado, se ha hecho uso de los talentos de Dahlia y la casa Rubí para su beneficio, ¿es descabellado pensar que ella tiene algo que ver?
Rose se mantiene en silencio por un instante, la posible culpabilidad de una de sus damas hiere a la reina, la corroe e inquieta. Es imposible, ninguna de ellas la perjudicaría tan gravemente. Y esa lealtad la mantiene.
—Revisaremos de nuevo las casas mañana, no toquen nada que sea de mis damas. El culpable está entre les participantes.
Con esto, el personal agacha la cabeza, acatando la orden en una búsqueda sin final, sin resultados. A estas alturas todes se preguntan: ¿Cuándo volverá a ocurrir?
INFORMACIÓN OOC:
¡Buenas tardes, queridos lectores! Nos encontramos casi a mitad de actividad y esperamos que se estén divirtiendo tanto como nosotras leyéndoles en el dash. A continuación les dejamos unas aclaraciones:
Esto es un pequeño extra de lo que se encuentra sucediendo en el palacio, por si tenían curiosidad por la ausencia de nuestra adorada reina en el festival.
La búsqueda del personal es meticulosa, pero queda en sus manos si, al regresar al palacio, los personajes se percataron de algún libro o abrigo mal acomodado.
La intervención con Lady Whistledown comenzará el día de mañana, favor de estar atentes y seguir el blog correspondiente: @diamondts.
Para cualquier duda o comentario, nos encontramos a un im/ask de distancia.
Newt found himself in the modern world, full of technology and a lot of social media presents. Especially his friends love being online all the time. So he thought, he give this one a try as well. (2000-present)
𝐿𝐼𝐵𝑅𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐴𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝐹𝐴𝑇𝐸 (linked with @goddess-of-fate)
After a few years being in the new world, his good friend showed him her mainjob as goddess and give him a purpose to earn some money as librarian of fate.
𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 (linked with @silentslasher)
Besides the not knowing if he has a family, he got open-armed adopted from @silentslasher as his younger brother. Newt has the chance to experience how it would be to be a member of a family - his own tiny family with his girlfriend/fiancée aside. 🍻
“ I can't bring myself to tell anyone else, but ... it this feels like a betrayal. And what's worse is is that I did it to myself. ”
heads up for: story spoilers, mentions of death / suicide, the inevitable horror of coming back and blaming yourself for it.
it's a horrible thing, when death seems to tell you not just yet for the second time in as many days. The first time, it was after disembarking, when Lune stops him from pulling the trigger; the second time, there was no outside help. No oddly fortuitous intervention that kept him from dying at Renoir's hand, no grounding words of encouragement that would plant his feet back into reality. That's what makes it worse: he'd made peace with his end. The cliffs were the end of his road, and he'd be one more stepping stone in the trail of those that would go on without him. That's what makes it worse: when he wakes, sunlight feels like a betrayal.
it hurts to breathe, it hurts to move, and it hurts to even think. But he does manage to recognize red leave trees, golden light, and the scent of wood. When Gustave wakes again, everything hurts a little bit less and he's staring up at several Gestrals but the ones with a "closest eye" on him are three familiar "faces": Noco, Jerijeri and Karatom. Jerijeri explains it best: he would have moved on from the cliffs, headed further north with his wares, if it hadn't been for the barely moving human body at the mouth of a cliffside cave. It takes Gustave very little time to piece the story together after that, but he can't bring himself to be thankful. Not in the moment, anyway. There's proof of "treatment" in the empty vials of healing provisions scattered around his cot, bloody strips of cloth compress his midsection, and his uniform is a disastrous pile of cloth and gore. There's even some attempts at medicinal pastes in the form of an abandoned mortar and pestle. He asks to be left alone.
those who know Gustave know he suffers in silence, and prefers to grieve alone so he does. At first, it's hard to be grateful for having had his life saved by the Gestrals, even if they're not the problem. Something in him refused to die. He denied himself peace, no matter how ready he was for it, and the world did the rest. If anything, that sacrifice, however failed, must have given the rest of their Expedition time to leave. He remembers little, anyway, save for Maelle begging him to run. The third night he spends actually conscious at the Gestral village, he decides that, if nothing else, he'll continue. When one falls, we continue. In a way, one could also apply that to near - death and unwanted rebirth.
he speaks to Noco and Karatom the next morning, voicing his intent to leave and needing help with another way of crossing the sea. Gustave laments the obvious loss of his arm ... but somehow, it surprises him little to know that Noco and Karatom have him somewhat covered. Nights of convalescence weren't just his own: the two Gestrals couldn't not satisfy their curiosity regarding his arm, nonexistent as it may have been, and in return for aiding in the testing of the most Ultimate Sakapatate, Karatom gets to work on a new limb. Never thought a human would leave with a piece of a Sakapatate. It's the first time Gustave smiles in all of his second stay at the village, and somewhat gladly helps in his own reconstruction. By this time, Noco is gone, but there's no doubt they'll meet again.
Karatom and Gustave turn to Golgra for a bit of counsel. Esquie is long gone with the rest of the Expedition, so the only thing left to do is to head out with one of the merchants. Gestrals have their own way of navigating the Continent, and they've certainly managed without the help of a flying creature such as Esquie. The village "Chef" agrees, and Gustave is set to depart after one more day of rest and the final stages of tinkering with his new limb.
with his new arm finalized and tested, Gustave leaves the village behind on the towering backpack of a massive Gestral. He passes through the Forgotten Battlefield and continues heading north, though not without finding his own resting place. He doesn't hesitate to leave that arm behind. There's plenty of time to think as he travels, too, through the frigid slopes of the central mountains. He's been mourned, grieved, and buried and he feels like a ghost, returned to fill old wounds with salt. He could end it foolishly against a Nevron, but that would feel like an insult to the Gestrals that have helped him. There's no easy way out of grief, so Gustave presses on. He marvels at the frozen trains and thinks of Lune (how is she holding up? How badly is she pressing on to not think about her feelings?) when he meets the Grandis and they point him in the direction the Expedition left: towards old Lumiere.
it's whilst following Lune, Monoco and Sciel's trail that they reunite. It's never been so painful, physically and emotionally, to be embraced and celebrated and mourned again all at once. There's nausea in the pit of his stomach, roiling and churning like a storm, but that's much less important than finding Maelle ... and Verso. He hates facing Maelle like a revenant, with little to be done about than to first defend against Renoir. Noco's loss is horrifying: the 33rd's fate is to gain life and lose another in the process. A cycle of mortifying choices.
at camp, Gustave explains as he's able, but he can't get too far before the day's travails catch up with everyone. Another loss is a tough thing to process, and there's heartache to lay to rest. But he can't sleep, and neither can Maelle ... so they talk. They chuck rocks into the lake, and Gustave says he's sorry. What for? Except Maelle doesn't let him answer: they've had enough agony for one day.
Expedition 33 gains its sixth member in its hunt for the Axons.
if you're still here, you're a champ. Some of these details will be adjustable, depending on the thread / character / writer I'm working with, so consider this write - up a flexible guideline! (This post is gonna force me to retcon two threads I have going but that's okay, it be like that.) The follow - up to this will be essentially a redesign + reasoning behind Gustave's "new arm" but I leave you with this bit of knowledge: it's basically a deconstructed arquebus / musket. Yes, he gets to keep the gun part of his fighting style (except now it's better thanks to Karatom) and has a hidden bayonet (similar to the hidden blades the Sakapatate catapults counterattack with).
It’s fairly obvious that no one really knows how to deal with the fact that Jerry is actually missing – there’s no other word for it among the majority of those at High Volume. Jamie and Mack went to his house, and they came back with a plethora of evidence that Jerry is not around, whether it was unanswered voicemails or rotting food.
However, there’s nothing really else that can be done except to continue on and hope that things turn out – and continue digging for more clues in their spare time. After all, no one trusts the cops, and no one wants to lose High Volume over this turn of events. So, the employees continue to be the only people in Woodstock that know that Jerry is missing, they keep up with his calls, voicemails, orders, and trips to the bank. At this point, they just might be in too deep to go back.
Perhaps they’re the best equipped to do this. However, it’s more likely that they’re the only ones that can.
Nellie’s ( @nellieduvall ) been managing the money, and Kem’s ( @oofkemal ) taken on the task of managing the schedule, since most people have agreed that he’s the most objective and fair person to handle doing so. And the rest continues like clockwork. It’s Wednesday, September 1st, when KC ( @kcmedinas ) shows up for his shift. He opens and notices the back door has been forced open with a broken lock, which is odd – he makes a mental note to ask Blair about it, since the schedule says that she closed last night, but nothing seems missing, so he hopes that it’s not a big deal.
It’s a pretty slow morning after that, and slowly Josie, Marty, and Talia ( @pinkribbcn , @martytsui , @taliasayar ) trickle in for the start of their shifts, KC’s playlist blasting from the speakers all morning – lots of Debbie Harry, of course.
It’s a little past noon when the phone rings.
“Hello, High Volume Records, Josie speaking! How can I help you?”
“Stop looking for Jerry. Stop going to his house. Stop messing around with his stuff.”
“What?” her voice comes out soft, like she can barely get the word out. This catches the attention of Talia, who looks up from the records she’s sorting on the shelf. ‘Who is it?’ she mouths across the room.
CLICK.
The line goes dead, replaced by a dial tone.
“I don’t know, he just said – ” There’s a tremor to Josie’s voice, but she can’t even get the words out before she hears a crash in the back room. Assuming Marty or KC could have dropped something, Talia and Josie run towards the back.
“Hey, who the fuck are you?” Marty’s voice rings out clearly, and she brandishes a coffee mug from the kitchenette, prepared to throw it. The man is vaguely familiar, he’s been seen around the store a couple times, conversing with Jerry, but his name or how Jerry knows him aren’t common knowledge. He’s short with a stocky build, face obscured by his five o’clock shadow and baseball cap, by most accounts, a regular-looking guy.
But he’s gone as quick as he arrived, throwing something into the center of the room before he runs back out the back door. Marty acts quickly, throwing the coffee cup at him, but he’s already gone and it shatters when it hits the door, ceramic pieces skittering across the floor.
“Uh, guys?” The mug is the least of their problems. The rug in the center of the room is quickly going up in flames as a result of the fire bomb that their assailant threw. The gang starts to head toward the door, but Talia hasn’t moved in minutes, frozen in fear as the fire grows. Shoes are cemented in place as she watches the coffee table become kindling.
KC doubles back quickly, putting himself in harms way to make sure that Talia isn’t left behind. He doesn’t even cry out as the flames lick at his left side, lifting Talia up into his arms to carry her out of the back room, a former camp counselor masquerading as her knight in shining armor today.
They’re stopped as the fire starts to creep toward the door.
Josie thinks quickly, enlisting Marty’s help to break the glass on the fire extinguisher, and soon the room is covered in white foam. It’s a mess, but luckily most of the stock has been saved – thank god the sprinklers have never worked in the back, and it’s only after the fire is put out that the alarm begins blaring, bringing the fire department.
There are stains and shattered glass everywhere, some of the furniture has been lost and it’ll be a hell of a cleanup job, but all things considered, they got out of this relatively lucky. The fire was contained, and the worst of it is over. However, Talia can’t help but feeling like their visitor had no intention of destroying the store or even hurting anyone – he just wanted to send a message. And that was received, loud and clear.
KC is brought to the hospital where the third degree burns up his left side are treated, and the rest of the group is cautious about the tale they tell, where they say they were fucking around in the back room and things got out of hand. Whether it’s believed or not remains to be seen, but they let it go for now because it’s an easy explanation. Waiting in the hospital for KC, Josie recounts the phone call that she’d gotten moments before the incident to Marty and Talia.
“I think...I know that guy,” Talia confesses, “I recognized him.”
“What the hell?” Marty kicks Talia lightly in the shin. “Elaborate right now.”
“I’ve just seen him around The Mean-Eyed Cat a lot, he’s a regular in the Red Room, where everyone plays cards. That’s all.”
It’s quiet as the group exchanges looks, trying to decide how they’ll relay this information to the rest of the group. High Volume is closed for the rest of the week as they figure out how to clean up the back room, deal with the aftermath of the fire, and how to proceed next. No one wants to close the store or come clean to the cops about all their personal crimes, but maybe it’s time to ramp up the search for Jerry – of course, not everyone will be on the same page. It’s clear the sort of trouble that’s gotten them into already.
Regardless, everyone can agree on one thing : They have no idea what they’ve really gotten themselves into.
DETAILS:
these events occurred on wednesday, september 1st in character. this is a little more than two weeks after the last plot drop, where they broke into jerry’s house.
word will spread quickly to all of the other characters what happened – you’re welcome to use the AIM chat to discuss as a group, or write about it in your threads. but in general, you can assume every character knows as much as marty, josie, talia, or kc, by the following week.
the characters will have a GROUP MEETING to discuss everything – this will come in the form of our next discord event, survey coming soon.
in the meantime, have fun with this – there won’t be any more major plot drops regarding this for a while, so take your time and allow your characters to react.
and of course, thank you so much to mace, lu, and diana x2 for your input and help with this !
The day had gone by faster than he thought it would, so had the evening without Adam here. But the second he picked the younger male up from the airport, Matt felt his entire body relax itself. A soft huff falling from his lips as their night continued up until putting the kids to bed. Which for once, the kids didn’t fight him. Their usual routine of changing into their pj’s and book reading had gone by smoothly, a tuck inside their covers, and a kiss on the head had gone by smoother than he definitely expected it too. And since Adam had mentioned talking, he was super glad the kids weren’t needy tonight.
Once everything was all settled in, Matt headed to their room as he waited for the other male to follow suit, the door being shut behind them, as he headed to the bedside table to turn on the monitors. He just always felt safe using them in case one of them got scared in the middle of the night. Turning it down slightly before sliding his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. He could pick it up in the morning, his hand moving to fiddle with the air conditioner and setting it to where it’d be nice in the room for them to sleep as he finally sat on the bed, his attention completely turned to his boyfriend. “Is this a laying down conversation or a sitting up one?” He teased slightly.
