twenty-five ➢ private + spam

[patheticvillain]

private } chris

Hey.

private } vesper

sorry i scared you

spam } open. eeeeesh.

[Cassel spends the weekend and the first couple of days after Elena's outed pretty much just hiding in his room. He'll open the door to some people right away, some after a little persuasion, and completely ignore others.]

[After that, he starts picking up his shifts in the gym again, although he tends not to do much looking people in the eye. He can also be found scuttling away from social interaction in the dining hall.]

Comments

[ Spam ]

[andyougoleft]

Huh.

[Slevin pretends to consider this. There's no need to, really, because he has absolutely no intention of answering the original question; he hasn't had any intention of the same for even a moment. But there's an art to evading, to hiding the true reason for anything, and it requires its own set of acts, of smaller lies, of silent deceptions.

So he makes a joke of it, too, pretending to consider what is news to him. Like intent never mattered to him before.

Then he smiles - charmingly, so charmingly - and shrugs.]

Guess you'll just have to decide for yourself.

[ Spam ]

[patheticvillain]

I guess I will.

[Once upon a time he was out of practice at that. Now, he's starting to feel tentatively confident - that he knows how to make decisions, that his decisions mean something, that he's taken seriously, that whatever he decides won't end in an inevitable slide into failure.]

[He might fail at this. If he does, he'll try again and fuck up less hard the second time. At least that's the theory.]

[Cassel smiles too, just as charmingly. A mirror in miniature.]