laytondressing | 'Cause Descole's a Creative Genius

[Still grinning, she catches his jacket, pulling her tie off a moment later and then toying with the buttons of her shirt, though she doesn't move to actually unfasten them. Yet.]

Perhaps. I don't really remember that, either. Well. I remember having sex. A lot of it, yes. I don't really remember having friends. Boyfriends, though. And girlfriends. Liked the boyfriends better in bed. But the girls were usually more fun to be around.

You're fun to be around though, double. Maybe because you're me, and-- and...

[Descole frowns a little, trying to remember what her point is. Had she had one? She's sure that she had... ah!]

And, well. Maybe I'll take all of them off. Clothes, that is.

[Descole laughs and shrugs.]

Yes, I remember all that. I had lots of bedmates. A couple companions. You know. All that jazz.

[He gets silent as he sits up in the chair.]

Hey can I tell you a secret? Heh, don't tell anyone this, but I've been with more men than women. Shh...the only people who know that are my friends and my butler. You must be special double.

[He finishes off the glass and looks down as a face of realization shows.]

Perhaps I shpuldt have told you that. That's supposed to be a secret. [Slurring and looking down he shakes his head.] We might be better off taking off our clothes.

[He laughs at his words and pours yet another drink. How many is he on? Descole doesn't know, but doesn't care.]

Of course you should have told me. And of course I'm special. I'm you, right?

[Descole grins again, unfastening the top button of her shirt.]

I will if you will, double. Then it won't matter if I spill my drink. I think I'm a bit shaky. Drunk. Same thing, really. I'll take my clothes off and then if I spill my drink you can just lick it off me.

[Laughing, she reaches over to refill her own glass, retrieving it from the table and gulping down a large amount in one go.]

What am I saying? You should shut me up, double, I'm going to embarrass myself.

[Descole begins laughing at her and shakes his head. The laughing begins to get more uncontrollable.]

I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh. [He snickers.] Oh god, what's wrong with me?

I'm only laughing for the narcissism factor. Wow, this is ridiculous. I'm sorry. I probably seem like a bastard, don' I?

[He drinks more and leans his head against the chair.]

[Descole laughs as well, descending into helpless giggles after a moment.]

It's fine. It's fine. Told you I'd embarrass myself.

[Finishing what's left of her drink, she leans forward to the table, and this time manages to fall off her chair. She stares up at her double for a moment, then bursts out laughing again.]

[Descole, also can't help but to laugh, considering the situation. As he stands up to help her, he ends up stumbling and ends up sitting on the ground next to her.]

Wow, that didn't work like I'd planned.

[Instead of trying to get back up, he stays next to her on the floor, and leans his head and his arm on the table.]

Y'know. At first I was anxious being here. No, worried. But now, actually seeing what's around, I'm starting to wonder if this place is better than the place I call home. Sure, I miss my butler and my little brother, and Bradley, but it's so much nicer here.

[Her giggles dying down a little, Descole moves to lean her head against her double's shoulder.]

I agree, double. I... I don't feel safe here but I feel safer, you know?

[She bites her lip, thinking about it for a moment.]

You have a brother? And who is Bradley?

[Descole sighs and shakes his head.]

Oh, no one. And yeah, I have a half brother he's like 8 years younger than me. His name is Simon.

[He shakes his head, he hates how talkative he gets when he drinks.]

Life's okay over there, but I feel safer right now. Maybe cause I'm drunk.

[Nodding, Descole thinks about it for a moment. She supposes a sibling would be nice enough, although it would have meant a barrier to her disappearing and drawing in on herself after what Layton did to her. Would that have been helpful, having a reason to let someone else in? No, she thinks, but perhaps she'd think differently if she'd had something like that at the time. There's no way of knowing, really. She shakes her head, letting her eye slide shut and grinning again.]

Maybe you just feel safer because I make such an imposing bodyguard, did you consider that?

[Descole laughs at her words.]

Hmm, maybe. I didn't think of that.

[He sighs and shakes his head. Thinking about his baby brother, he was such a good kid. He hated how Jerome made him. How will Simon hold up without Jean? Well, Bradley was there, and he'll take care of his brother.]

I think my brother will be okay. He's got people to look after him, right? Of course right.

[Descole shrugs.]

If he's got people to look after him I don't see why he'd have any trouble.

...sorry. I'm bad at this. I'm bad at people.

[She's never really had the opportunity to be good at dealing with people, to be honest. And she's never really wanted to deal with them, as long as she can remember. People are so unpredictable, and she hates not being able to predict things.]

[Descole nods, understands where she's coming from.]

I get that. Me too. Both Simon and Bradley always scold me for that. Hershel, who, I hardly consider my friend anymore, had been used to it.

[He shrugs back and leans his head against hers. He feels kind of safe for the first time, and he likes this.]

I... think it might be nice to at least have someone who cares enough to scold. Even if it doesn't help you deal with people... it'd be nice to have someone close like that.

[Humming a little, she glances over at him.]

[Glancing back at her, he nods.]

I guess it is nice.

[He laughs a bit and starts playing with her hair.]

Is your good eye blue? Mine are blue. We have like, the same hair. The same body shape. Lord, you are my double, aren't you?

[Descole shuts her eye again and leans into the touch, wrapping an arm around him at the same time.]

Mmm. Blue, yes, my eye is blue. And of course I'm your double. Who else would I be?

[He places an arm around her and rubs her arm lightly. It's kind of nice, it's like comforting himself, since he doesn't trust anyone, he feels like she's more someone to trust.]

I dunno. I had a hard time believing it when you told me. I thought you were like a spy looking for information. I dunno...hmm I'm just paranoid...

I guess that... I can understand that, double. I'd have been suspicious of you if I'd met you just as I arrived... But then, I s'pose it makes sense we'd be as paranoid as each other.

[It feels... odd, to let someone hold her like this, after so long. She doesn't think she'd be able to be like this with anyone else, either, especially if she were sober. But with her double... it's different. It doesn't feel like a risk to be open with him, like it would with anyone else.]

[Knowing that her double feels the same, he smiles lightly.]

We're very similar.

Did you ever have to deal with therapists? I hate therapy. I hate the medication they'd always prescribe me. It's so annoying. I'd been going for years. My mother insisted, even after I moved out and went to college. She still insisted to pay, and y'know. I can't just up and say no, she's my mum!

Well whatever. Point is, I don't need to take 'em anymore.

[He sips another drink and sighs. Now he was opening up. It was only a matter of time before the alcohol would get to him.]

I've... never had that, no. Maybe therapy would have helped sometimes, but... it'd have meant talking. So maybe not.

[She curls herself closer to her double, nudging his hand down so that she can take a sip from his glass herself.]

Talking to you feels different, though. Talking to you... it's not scary.

[He nods with a snicker.]

I know! It's like literally talking to myself in female form. It's better therapy then I've had from those hacks.

[He took his drink again and sipped it.]

I bet if I took this mask off right now, you'd be super underwhelmed. How much do you want to bet?

I'm not taking that bet. Well, at least I'd get a reminder of what my face looks like with both eyes, though.

[She grins up at him, pulling the drink over to herself again.]

I'd like it if you did take it off. But if you don't want to then I don't mind that either. You're pretty even with it on.

[Descole laughs and shakes his head.]

Trust me, I'm only pretty with it on.

Eh, I don't need it on. Why does it matter? Who does it matter to? Not me. No one but you is here to see me, and if there was some one else, who cares, right? Of course right.

[Before she can say anything, he reaches up and pulls the mask off his face, revealing bright blue eyes, much like her eye, and longer eyelashes.]

See? Nothing to hide. I'm quite boring.

[Descole reaches up to touch above his eye, the one that's missing on her. It's odd to see a face like her own with both eyes, after so long... and he has girlier eyelashes than her! She laughs at that.]

I think you look pretty with it off. You're prettier than I am. You're prettier than I was even when I had both my eyes.

Perhaps it's the alcohol or the narcissism. Or both. But I think I'd like to kiss you. If you'd let me.

[Thinking about it for a second he nods. Should he let her? It could only end in heartbreak for her, he hoped that doesn't mean she wouldn't like him after. Well, it's just a kiss. Whatever he did, he could not let them have sex. In his drunken state though, anything was possible, he couldn't let that happen.]

You think I'm prettier than you? Ha! No. But you think I'm that pretty? Really?

Well, if you really want to kiss me, I'll allow it. But we can't get any farther from there, okay? If we do...I dunno what might happen.

[He smiles anyway, hoping he didn't discourage her.]

I don't think your ego could survive getting me in bed anyway, double. I mean. If the way I ended up being with Don Paulo shows anything. I... I cried a few times. And-- well. I'm not very good at it. And I know how much I need my ego. So I assume it's the same for you.

[She shakes her head, leaning up instead.]

What am I talking about? Yes, I think you're that pretty. You're the prettiest man I've ever met. Does that make me vain? I guess it doesn't matter.

[Descole shuts her eye, leaning closer to kiss him hard, though she keeps it chaste otherwise.]

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