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mayfield_logs2012-05-22 09:51 pm
bloodsugar) wrote in mayfield_logs2012-05-22 09:51 pm
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un-date. it's like an un-birthday, but with more derp.
Who: Abel & Ciel
What: THIS IS NOT A DATE.
Where: Diner; around town
When: Monday the 21st, late afternoon-ish onward
Warnings: DERP DERP? God, there will be so much derp in here. And probably lots of tl;dr.No regrets.
Mayfield... was strange.
Now, now -- this is hardly news, correct? While one is prone to agree with such a sentiment, when it comes to the case of one (1) Abel Nightroad... the manner in which we can apply 'strange' is most likely different than the average. Perhaps it can be blamed on his previous lifestyle -- or maybe it's the nature of his upbringing, but 'socialite' had never been a skill mentioned on this man's resume. Why, once upon a time, his 'employers' would've likely done anything in their power to prevent his face from taking the spotlight. Matters of diplomacy or socialization were best left to the gentle brother with the cherubic smile who could do no wrong. And, if Cain had been at his side in this day in age--
...Well, let's just say that the reasons for hiding him under the table at Church functions might've changed, but the fact remains the same. Abel was never good at putting on a face of competence. Never good at finding the right thing to say. "Social graces," and all that...
It was part of the facade, of course. The "bumbling priest" no one took seriously; the man who slipped under the radar because no one would think twice about a fool too stupid to tie his own shoes. But the habit of appearing less than he was... it wasn't something he turned off when work was through. (Not that it ever was.) Even around those he cared for and loved most, even around those who knew better... he would pretend to be the fool. He would trip over his words and embarrass himself -- he would fall on his face time after time when faced with any sort of sincerity.
(So maybe it isn't entirely a facade.)
It was one of the reasons why his 'social' life at home was basically non-existent. It was true he spent time with Esther, followed her around not unlike an eager-to-please dog hoping to keep her company while he could when they both found themselves in possession of free time before she had been graced the title of Lady-Saint. He indulged himself with Caterina, as well -- with his co-workers who he considered friends first. Something like family. But there was a silent understanding behind everything they did, everything they said... it was all a part of what bound them together.
Duty.
...A duty that was absent in Mayfield. Forming 'friends' without that common bond tying and forcing them together... it was strange. Meeting Ciel at the church for tea -- this felt more like home. It felt normal... It, too, was almost like a replication of that 'duty' back home. They were tied together because of the Church, right? They had met there, and served there (if "served" may be stretching it in Abel's case). They associated frequently because of their bond to the church, and not necessarily each other.
So this... this...
Was different, and new.
It was strange...
She was not his first 'friend.' She wasn't the first person who had been kind to him, or the first person who looked into his face with genuine sincerity when the time came for it. These were things he's had elsewhere in his life -- had at home at present, too. But... he had realized, that day weeks ago now, when he'd first asked if she would like to spend some time together away from the church--
...She is the first friend he has had in his life that was not bound... obligated to him through duty.
Perhaps that was why he seemed nervous as he waited outside of the Diner at the time they had arranged to meet up for an innocuous meal over ice tea (honestly, such a silly prospect, and yet it was absolutely true) -- prodding at his glasses for what had to be the millionth time that afternoon as he leaned against his car door. What if she had been teasing him when she'd agreed to all this? What if she had been serious about that-- ah. That uh... the joke, or she had gotten busy and forgotten about their plans altogether? ...Yes, that was likely, right? Ciel was very good at keeping on top of things, that was true, but she was also very busy! The chances that she would remember something so trivial and stupid were slim after weeks had passed. Yes.
That's definitely it, right? So, he'll wait... maybe ten, fifteen minutes past when they arranged for before calling it quits. That's acceptable, right? He wouldn't hold it against her if she changed her mind or let it slip through the cracks. Definitely! Definitely.
...Ahem.
What: THIS IS NOT A DATE.
Where: Diner; around town
When: Monday the 21st, late afternoon-ish onward
Warnings: DERP DERP? God, there will be so much derp in here. And probably lots of tl;dr.
Mayfield... was strange.
Now, now -- this is hardly news, correct? While one is prone to agree with such a sentiment, when it comes to the case of one (1) Abel Nightroad... the manner in which we can apply 'strange' is most likely different than the average. Perhaps it can be blamed on his previous lifestyle -- or maybe it's the nature of his upbringing, but 'socialite' had never been a skill mentioned on this man's resume. Why, once upon a time, his 'employers' would've likely done anything in their power to prevent his face from taking the spotlight. Matters of diplomacy or socialization were best left to the gentle brother with the cherubic smile who could do no wrong. And, if Cain had been at his side in this day in age--
...Well, let's just say that the reasons for hiding him under the table at Church functions might've changed, but the fact remains the same. Abel was never good at putting on a face of competence. Never good at finding the right thing to say. "Social graces," and all that...
It was part of the facade, of course. The "bumbling priest" no one took seriously; the man who slipped under the radar because no one would think twice about a fool too stupid to tie his own shoes. But the habit of appearing less than he was... it wasn't something he turned off when work was through. (Not that it ever was.) Even around those he cared for and loved most, even around those who knew better... he would pretend to be the fool. He would trip over his words and embarrass himself -- he would fall on his face time after time when faced with any sort of sincerity.
(So maybe it isn't entirely a facade.)
It was one of the reasons why his 'social' life at home was basically non-existent. It was true he spent time with Esther, followed her around not unlike an eager-to-please dog hoping to keep her company while he could when they both found themselves in possession of free time before she had been graced the title of Lady-Saint. He indulged himself with Caterina, as well -- with his co-workers who he considered friends first. Something like family. But there was a silent understanding behind everything they did, everything they said... it was all a part of what bound them together.
Duty.
...A duty that was absent in Mayfield. Forming 'friends' without that common bond tying and forcing them together... it was strange. Meeting Ciel at the church for tea -- this felt more like home. It felt normal... It, too, was almost like a replication of that 'duty' back home. They were tied together because of the Church, right? They had met there, and served there (if "served" may be stretching it in Abel's case). They associated frequently because of their bond to the church, and not necessarily each other.
So this... this...
Was different, and new.
It was strange...
She was not his first 'friend.' She wasn't the first person who had been kind to him, or the first person who looked into his face with genuine sincerity when the time came for it. These were things he's had elsewhere in his life -- had at home at present, too. But... he had realized, that day weeks ago now, when he'd first asked if she would like to spend some time together away from the church--
...She is the first friend he has had in his life that was not bound... obligated to him through duty.
Perhaps that was why he seemed nervous as he waited outside of the Diner at the time they had arranged to meet up for an innocuous meal over ice tea (honestly, such a silly prospect, and yet it was absolutely true) -- prodding at his glasses for what had to be the millionth time that afternoon as he leaned against his car door. What if she had been teasing him when she'd agreed to all this? What if she had been serious about that-- ah. That uh... the joke, or she had gotten busy and forgotten about their plans altogether? ...Yes, that was likely, right? Ciel was very good at keeping on top of things, that was true, but she was also very busy! The chances that she would remember something so trivial and stupid were slim after weeks had passed. Yes.
That's definitely it, right? So, he'll wait... maybe ten, fifteen minutes past when they arranged for before calling it quits. That's acceptable, right? He wouldn't hold it against her if she changed her mind or let it slip through the cracks. Definitely! Definitely.
...Ahem.
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