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[highwarlockmb]

I've been here over a month now. That's not even a blink to some of you, I know. So don't rub it in. But it's a long time for me. I've stopped looking for a way out, stopped hoping just to wake up in my own bed with my cat and my heavy curtains to keep the sun out. This is real. This is my life.

Damn.

Comments

[highwarlockmb.livejournal.com]

Darling, before this gets any deeper, I must warn you - I'm gay. I don't want to break your young, impressionable heart, but there it is.

You can't have me. But I do enjoy the pet names.

[bookishlion.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't want you either way. And I pity the man that does.

[highwarlockmb.livejournal.com]

I see your mouth moving, but your eyes are still devouring.

I'm tickled, really.

[bookishlion.livejournal.com]

I'd rather kill myself than have anything to do with you.

[highwarlockmb.livejournal.com]

And yet you keep coming back for more, baby.

[bookishlion.livejournal.com]

Get stuffed.

[highwarlockmb.livejournal.com]

With your magic stick?

[bookishlion.livejournal.com]

[she throws up her hands in exasperation]

All you men are exactly the same - gay or straight, it doesn't matter. Honestly.

[highwarlockmb.livejournal.com]

That's harsh. I don't lump all women into the same category. You, for example - would go under Stubborn and Independent. Maybe even man-hater.

I may have asked you this already, but you're not a lesbian, are you?

[bookishlion.livejournal.com]

[and this would be her mouth dropping in shock for a moment before she gets really, really angry again]

Of course I'm not!! What an absolutely absurd thing to ask!!

[highwarlockmb.livejournal.com]

It's not absurd, in the least. You are a girl, aren't you? It's not physically impossible. Or unlikely.

Or are you dating the blond? I heard you're living together.

[bookishlion.livejournal.com]

[this first part is said through gritted teeth] Yes, I am a girl. And I would appreciate it if you would stop implying otherwise.

And, no, I am not dating Malfoy. [shudders at the thought, though the shudder *is* a little forced] He's simply someone I know from school. Nothing more.