Love Thy Monster (snippet)
They always said he had no life. It was the type of a place where a man without a wife and children appeared suspicious, so he was probably lucky that he was a policeman and gained trust over the years of his hard work. He could move to a big city where nobody would bat an eye, but even with all its frustrations, he loved this place. Quirky little cottages and shops, market with fresh fruit, vegetables and flowers, that lovely lady who always knew everything and sold him her homemade dinners, and always left one for him on the side when he did not show up, knowing he was too busy with work and will come back home starving. That gentleman who always knew how to fix his crap car, the young woman who scared her kids with the policeman who would get them if they did not stop misbehaving, but they just stuck their tongues out at him, even the drunk who was known to everyone not so much for always being drunk but for calling everyone Kings and Queens, especially when asking for change.
Mademoiselle, any pennies?
And then there was him.
David.
Perhaps he was the reason the people finally accepted Michael, because David came in standing out from the place like a black peacock in a desert, and he apparently did not give a single fuck and somehow everyone fell for it which Michael still could not comprehend how.
Nobody looked twice at Michael anymore or cared to talk about his ‘mysterious’ life.
The mystery being that he was simply single in his fifties which was weird enough for this place. He was not sure why David was getting away with it.
About a year ago someone bought the gorgeous old mansion surrounded by the forest, that was left to rot for years. Within a year it was brought to its former glory, with the amount of money Michael could not even imagine to have. The legends were writing themselves during that time, and everyone decided that royalty was going to move in. Lords and Ladies who will bring the village back to its former glory, which Michael was still not sure what that was because he dug deep enough to know that the village had always been the same. The only things he found were the shiver inducing religious stories he hoped would help him understand what was going on with the recent murders. He hoped that religious insanity was not what people wanted to bring back.
And then instead David moved in to the mansion. Arrived at night in a beautiful car and nobody ever joined him.
Michael looked at him leaning towards the old lady who was currently touching his cheeks telling him he was too thin. She adored the guy and Michael saw him a few times helping carry her bags and chatting like they knew each other for a long time.
Michael did not know how old the man was. Standing there now, in a black fluffy jumper, dark skinny jeans and trainers, hair short on the sides and longer on top, curling a little, obviously ruffled by the lady, he looked in his thirties if not younger. But Michael saw him dressed in the most fashionable suit, probably costing as much as Michael’s yearly wage, hair smoothed back, face serious as he was speaking on the phone, and he looked handsome but definitely closer to his forties.
He could not ask around because everyone would know within minutes that he did. Especially him.
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ngl, I worry sometimes I come off as a little hard to approach. contrary to what people might assume - I'm actually a pretty shy mun 😅 and adding a some introversion & adhd into the mix can make me hard to reach in DMs cuz of limited social battery & attention issues. plus I think only seeing me when I'm on my blogs can create sort of an image that might be a little intimidating? (god knows I struggle with that myself sometimes fkshf)
but yeah, let it be known that I am NEVER annoyed if you DM me / wanna reach out to plot things, if we're mutuals you're absolutely more than welcome to! and tbh I think the best way to interact with me is to just throw your muses at mine, just totally go for it. even if I don't respond to it right away - it shows me interest, which does help me know when I can approach to plot/interact as well!
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I might not have the eloquent words right now but god do I fucking love Our Flag Means Death s2’s MULTIPLE portrayals of polyamorous relationships !!
like. and even explicit differences between monogamous and non relationships ie Lucius and Pete vs Zhang Yi Sao and Olu and Jim and Archie vs the fully connected triangle of Ed and Stede and Izzy
I really love how hard this season is leaning into really exploring and developing relationships of all kinds, and I love watching it all unfold
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