[open] channeling angels in a new age, now.

[priorly]

Who: Prior Walter (priorly) & you??
What: Catch all logs for October!
When: October!
Where: various
Warning(s): language, likely mention of terminal illness (AIDS). Adult themes?
Notes: Please PM me if you'd like a starter, or feel free to wildcard me anytime.

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[priorly]

Oh, thirty-three times over. And it isn't even true - of those I've met, at least one of them looked closer to... I don't know, Nathan Lane than any genes of mine, for gods sakes.

[And then Byerly does that and Prior arches a singular eyebrow.]

Is that consolation, that pat? There, there? As one might console a maiden aunt?

[vorrutyer]

Dear Prior, I have never consoled my maiden aunt. Mostly I've ducked the cutlery she's hurled in my direction, truthfully. But is that how you think of yourself, fellow? Maidenly?

[priorly]

[Some mild spluttering.]

No, and don't you dare. [Even if he may be a cutlery hurler, himself.] I may not be butch, but if you'd like to know how many butch boys this nancy's brought home and put through the wall I'll start a list.

[vorrutyer]

Oh, please do.

[priorly]

[LOOK.

...He lets his head tip back against the pillow.]

Well I didn't catch all of their names.

[vorrutyer]

Ooh, that's a salacious start. Come on, lull me to sleep by listing off the ones you do remember. The more details the better.

[priorly]

Terrible. Do you know it's been four years since I was with anyone other than Louis? Though of course I was with him too, back then. Twenty six. An infant. And still.

[An exaggerated sigh really doesn't disguise the beginnings of a grin.]

I think some people put so much effort into reaching a certain size, they just don't have a clue what to do with it when they get there. So they go out just begging to be told.

[vorrutyer]

But size isn't everything, of course.

[priorly]

I'm not a queen in that department, no.

[vorrutyer]

So tantalize me with that tongue of yours. Lavish on my yearning, trembling ears the sweet kiss of your voice. Leave me gasping and spent with the rough and thrilling texture of your storytelling.

[priorly]

[Prior's eyes widen.]

No point, I think I just came.

[If only It were that easy, etc, but good grief, Byerly.]

[vorrutyer]

[ By laughs, then kisses his hand and presses that hand to Prior's cheek. ]

Spoiling sweet maidens has always been amongst my favorite pastimes.

[priorly]

[Prior makes a vaguely repulsed noise at the insinuation, but he's laughing.]

There was one wall. Macy's men's room, third floor. I don't think the store security had the first idea what to do, but it's hardly my fault. They make the stalls so flimsy there.

[vorrutyer]

[ A little quirk of his eyebrow. ]

You met fellows in a restroom?

[priorly]

If it was too cold for the park?

[Ye - es?]

[vorrutyer]

Not - oh - parties?

[priorly]

Sure, parties too. Though that often ended up in the restroom. [He rests his chin in his hand.] Are you shocked? I'm only talking about meeting for sex, not booking assignations by the urinals to plan a beautiful future together. Fifteen minutes and you'd never see them again.

[vorrutyer]

Not shocked, no. It simply seems... [ Hm. ] Inelegant.

[priorly]

It's sex. [A little frown.] Is all yours elegant?

[vorrutyer]

Well, think about who I am, Prior. Do you think I have ever not been elegant?

[priorly]

God, I hope so. I think I'd like to see. [More slips in the facade, not specifically - well. Prior's unsure of the impression left by these stories, though, a little wrongfooted.] I'm sorry if it's terribly unromantic. It's just how things are done. A lot of people aren't - can't - look for relationships, but you can always find something anonymous and quick. It's not how I met Louis. Though, when he and I finally fell into monogamy we were quite the novelty among our friends.

[vorrutyer]

[ A little reflectively: ]

Perhaps the issue. When you're High Vor, nothing you do can ever be anonymous.

[ Ah, well. He shakes his head just a bit, then says: ]

I can understand why they were shocked, though. Monogamy, eh? Heavens, what a curse.

[priorly]

You'd be surprised at how anonymous some people could be. [A little quieter.] When everyone's ashamed, no one talks. That's the whole trick.

[A ny way, before the subject depresses him-]

I'd thought maybe when I was old and grey I'd settle down with someone. Wear matching leisurewear. Own plants. I had relationships, but never - it takes time, to let something like that happen, and it's hard to give one person time when there's always someone else. If I'd ever felt tied down I don't think I'd have stayed. But he... kept me up all night. Talking. And we had incredible, totally inelegant sex. And after a while we just. I don't know, stopped bothering with the rest. The rest became a bother, more than an attraction. Maybe that was it.

[vorrutyer]

[ By makes a put-upon groaning noise. ]

Dear God, that was not an invitation to start getting all sentimental over your monogamy. I want salacious details, not quotidian ones.

[priorly]

Well I gave you those and you clutched for your pearls, what's a girl to do?

[And it wasn't quotidian for him. Or, if it was, there was something wonderful about that being quotidian, for a time. He can't help if the better memories aren't fully destroyed by their bad end.]

Anyway, it scarcely matters. Monogamy is dead.

[A fingertip slices across his throat only to confirm.]

Nothing so sentimental as examining a corpse.