laytondressing | 'Cause Descole's a Creative Genius

[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.]

I think we're both a little vain.

[He smiles at her after she kisses him and laughs a little.]

Sorry, I'm not the best kisser. At least, so I've heard from some sources. You, on the otherhand, seemed to have mastered that skill. I guess its only fitting. One of us is goof at kissing, the other is good at fucking.

[He laughs at his own profanities and shakes his head. Another sip of his drink eggs him on to hold her again, which he does thoughtfully.]

I think you're a perfectly good kisser. You're pretty, you're good at kissing, and now you say you're good in bed too? You have everything, double, you're so lucky.

[Curling back up close to him, Descole steals his drink again to down the last of it.]

I used to be good at fucking. Layton ruined that, I s'pose. Maybe I'll work it out again eventually. I'd like to.

Aw, thanks, double.

[Patting her head lightly he shakes his.]

Don't worry it'll come back. My stepfather thought he'd destroy my sex life...well no. I have it all worked out finally and I can fuck whoever I want...

...Well except girls...I'm still not good at fucking girls.

[Oh god, what was he saying? The alcohol was surely getting to him. He hated when this happened, but hate it or not, he drank anyway.]

Mmm... I bet you are, really. I mean, you're good at kissing even though you say you're not.

[Descole tilts her head into his touch a little more. It's weird, to be able to let someone close like this after so long, and up until now she'd never realised how much she missed it. She knows that she might not be so open when she's sober, even with him. That everything might still be too much without the buzz. So she's trying to make the most of it now, resting her head on his chest now with a slight sigh.]

...you're warm, double.

Hm, thanks.

[He sighs and shakes his head. He knows he'll never be this open to anyone sober either. He sighs downwards and shakes his head.]

You think? I'm usually really cold. My doctor says it's bad insulation. You're warm though. I think you're warm, thanks for that.

[He takes another sip of his drink and snickers.]

I'm tired. Are you tired? Jeez, alcohol makes me tired.

M'always tired, double. I don't really sleep.

[Which is true. She sleeps better since she wound up here, but she's still not getting the amount she needs, and Descole knows it. If she ever feels safe, she thinks she'll end up having to go into hibernation or some-such to actually make up for how little she sleeps.]

I can't tell if the alcohol makes it worse. Maybe. But it lets me... be like this, too. And I wish I could be like this more. So if it makes me more tired then I don't mind that in return for being able to... get close like this.

Being close to someone like this... it feels warm. Did I say that already? I don't want to move, double. I don't think I can stand up anyway.

[Keeping track of her thoughts is too much hard work, right now. Everything feels warm and comfortable, and Descole hasn't felt this relaxed in a long time. Certainly not the last time that she got drunk.]

[Descole nods in agreement. He hates to think about how long it had been since he'd felt so comfortable. Sure he had a home and people he cared about, but no one he felt comfortable with. Leave it to his double to feel that way.]

I don't think I can stand either. I don't want to move also. I like this. I like you. You're like me, only nicer.

I always thought if I were to meet myself, I'd hate that jackass. Guess not.

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