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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"But Marcus wouldn't approve of that, not that." He stood up, using only his legs and the wall. He paced to the edge of the bathtub and back. He brushed past me, slamming his hand into the wall. It gave a resounding thunk.
He turned, and I'd never seen him so angry. "There are other packs around the country. It doesn't have to be us."
"Alfred was in it."
He leaned his back against the far wall, and slammed his palms into the wall again. "I can't believe it."
Edward knocked on the door. "The film's ready."
Richard yanked the door open and poured into the other room like a crackling storm. For the first time I felt some of that otherworldly energy radiating from him.
Edward's eyes widened. "You gave him a preview?"
I nodded.
The room was in darkness except for the television. "I'll give you two love birds the bed. I'll sit over here." He sat down in the chair again, upright, watching us. "Don't mind me if the mood strikes you."
"Shut up and start the movie," I said.
Richard had sat down on the edge of the bed. The room-service cart was gone, along with its offending meat. Great, one less reason to upchuck. Richard seemed to have calmed down. He seemed normal enough sitting there. That wash of energy was gone so cleanly that I wondered if I'd imagined it. I glanced at Edward's face. He was watching Richard as if he had done something interesting. I hadn't imagined it.
I thought about turning on the lights but didn't. Darkness seemed better for this.
"Edward."
"Showtime," he said. He hit the button, and it began again.
Richard stiffened at the first image. Did he recognize the other man? I didn't ask, not yet. Let him see it, then questions.
I didn't want to sit on the bed with my sweetie while this filth played. Maybe I hadn't really thought about what sex might mean to Richard. Did it mean shapeshifting? Bestiality? I hoped not, and wasn't sure how to find out without asking, and I didn't want to ask. If the answer was yes to the bestiality, the wedding was off.
I finally walked across the screen and sat down in the other chair, beside Edward. I didn't want to see the film again. Apparently neither did Edward. We both watched Richard watch the film. I wasn't sure what I expected to see, or even what I wanted to see. Edward's face gave nothing away. His eyes closed about halfway through. He'd slid down in the chair again. He looked asleep, but I knew better. He was aware of everything in the room. I wasn't sure Edward ever really slept.
Richard watched alone.
"But Marcus wouldn't approve of that, not that." He stood up, using only his legs and the wall. He paced to the edge of the bathtub and back. He brushed past me, slamming his hand into the wall. It gave a resounding thunk.
He turned, and I'd never seen him so angry. "There are other packs around the country. It doesn't have to be us."
"Alfred was in it."
He leaned his back against the far wall, and slammed his palms into the wall again. "I can't believe it."
Edward knocked on the door. "The film's ready."
Richard yanked the door open and poured into the other room like a crackling storm. For the first time I felt some of that otherworldly energy radiating from him.
Edward's eyes widened. "You gave him a preview?"
I nodded.
The room was in darkness except for the television. "I'll give you two love birds the bed. I'll sit over here." He sat down in the chair again, upright, watching us. "Don't mind me if the mood strikes you."
"Shut up and start the movie," I said.
Richard had sat down on the edge of the bed. The room-service cart was gone, along with its offending meat. Great, one less reason to upchuck. Richard seemed to have calmed down. He seemed normal enough sitting there. That wash of energy was gone so cleanly that I wondered if I'd imagined it. I glanced at Edward's face. He was watching Richard as if he had done something interesting. I hadn't imagined it.
I thought about turning on the lights but didn't. Darkness seemed better for this.
"Edward."
"Showtime," he said. He hit the button, and it began again.
Richard stiffened at the first image. Did he recognize the other man? I didn't ask, not yet. Let him see it, then questions.
I didn't want to sit on the bed with my sweetie while this filth played. Maybe I hadn't really thought about what sex might mean to Richard. Did it mean shapeshifting? Bestiality? I hoped not, and wasn't sure how to find out without asking, and I didn't want to ask. If the answer was yes to the bestiality, the wedding was off.
I finally walked across the screen and sat down in the other chair, beside Edward. I didn't want to see the film again. Apparently neither did Edward. We both watched Richard watch the film. I wasn't sure what I expected to see, or even what I wanted to see. Edward's face gave nothing away. His eyes closed about halfway through. He'd slid down in the chair again. He looked asleep, but I knew better. He was aware of everything in the room. I wasn't sure Edward ever really slept.
Richard watched alone.