Sigmund
The foul mood went on for a few days, and then I went back to Galaxy Hills, waiting for Necronomicon to be alone and available to talk. I sat in the park, waiting, keeping my face hidden by a hood and sunglasses. Stupid book, could have at least have had the courtesy to be there on time.
When the blasted book finally appeared, I spent the first moment glaring at it.
"My apologies, it's hard to get away from Kyle at the best of times."
"You're late."
"And I've apologised. But anyway, it really is good to see you again." He came in close and I pushed him away. "Is something wrong?"
I looked away. I was being huffy, bratty, and my God would I kick myself for that later. "You certainly know how to behave, don't you?"
"Excuse me?"
"I'm just saying, I have never been more humiliated before in my life!"
It seemed to take him a moment to figure out what I was talking about. "You don't understand what it's like, the way that boy treats me! I live in fear of that child! He mistreats me horribly!" And he went into detail over awful things that had happened to him while with Kyle, practically begging me to steal him away, take him home...keep him safe...It almost brought tears to my eyes. When I returned to my trailer that afternoon, the book was held to my chest. I couldn't let the precious thing live in such fear, so I took it on my travels with me, on my tours. He never left the trailer.
Several months later
Necronomicon
Waiting around the trailer all night for your lover to return home certainly is not how I like to spend my Saturdays. In fact, I found my time waiting for Sigmund to be some of the most unpleasant moments of my time, worse than being used as a footstool or a colouring book, among other things. I would float there, night after night with nothing to do with myself, waiting for him to come home, and then? Then he smelled of unusual things. Every now and then we still had our intimate moments, but it just wasn't the same to me.
"What sort of time do you call this?" I asked as Sigmund finally came through the door, stretching.
"What on earth are you talking about? I was working."
"You're always out working, and then you complain like your little performances are hard!"
"What, you think it's easy?"
"You just do a few tricks for idiots and watch the girls cream over you! And then every single fucking night you come home smelling of a new perfume!"
He took a step back, looking offended. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
I glared. "Well, the way you keep me locked up in here-"
"That was your choice! Don't you dare go blaming me because you can't be asked to haul your leather-bound ass out of bed!"
I gasped. "How dare you?!"
"I dare, and I dare good, because you know what? I am sick of your jealousy, I am sick of your complaining, and I am sick of how awful and flaccid you are in bed!"
"...Why don't you just fuck off?!"
"Because this is my home! You, on the other hand, can gladly fuck off back to Kyle if you're so un-fucking-happy here! You know what? You have been annoying me for so long, and I've been kidding myself for ages thinking this could actually ever work, but no, it will never, ever work! Get out!" He pointed up at one corner of his trailer, and I made no move. "Well?"
"Well w-what?" I asked, uncertain.
"Go away!"
As much as I hate to say it, I tried to plead with him, but he would have none of it. To him I was hot then cold, yes then no...and in the end I did as I was told, finding myself in Kyle's living room. He was asleep on the sofa when I got there, books scattered around himself, and he appeared to be hugging his elf tight enough to keep him there. I sighed, resting myself on his chest, and when he woke up, caught sight of me there, he asked where I had been, what happened, if I was okay...
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