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Albert Henry Fortune ([personal profile] musical_rocker) wrote2012-02-17 12:32 am

Rp- Add on thread to Bella's release

Albert wasn't aware of much because he had Bella in his arms and she was still babbling away about this and that, mindless stuff which all seemed so important. He couldn't believe how much she'd grown in this short space of time and she say so much more now. A minute or two later she was wiggling in her arms to get down and Albert carefully lowered her to the ground, and holding Moo in one hand, Bella took hold of Albert's with her other and started to tug him towards Mac.

"Move," she said, tugging at his hand and grinning as he started to walk. Soon they were by Mac and Bella reached to put Moo in Albert's pocket before reaching up to take both Al and Mac by the hand. "Sleepy," she said softly, yawning, "Moo's sleep too.. bedtime!"

[personal profile] not_soperfect 2012-02-21 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
“I, and Bella, can’t be your missed childhood. That isn’t fair to either of us.”

Letting go of Al’s hand, he pressed his lips together in a thin line. Tension etched his face as he thought about what was fair between them and couldn’t think of a single thing.

“What about how we are now? I’ve been with Selene, you know that. Yet here we are, making love, sharing a bath, talking about us. Where’s your jealousy? Where’s the doubt I won’t be with you?”

[personal profile] not_soperfect 2012-02-21 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Talking about Bella, then, was the last thing on his mind. “Present tense. I was with Selene before I left for here.”

Honesty. Sometimes he hated himself for it, but he couldn’t lie to Al. “I want her, baby. And I love you. It’s as simple and complicated as that. Maybe it’ll change, she and I won’t always have this thing between us, but we do.”

Mac watched Al’s reaction, the quivering of the lip, the tears. “ Why not? I can do an us with Eothian back in your life. And, knowing his mouth as been over yours. I can do an us, even though all I have heard you say is jealousy and mistrust…”

His voice lowered and his gaze settled on Al. “I can do an us, even though I have not heard you utter once, that you love me.”

[personal profile] not_soperfect 2012-02-21 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Pulling away Mac had to get out the bath. He had been in there too long, he couldn’t stay in the water and try to have this conversation with Al. Drying himself, he stayed in the room, as he spoke.

“Yet you expect me to give up everything I have fought hard to become, to give you what you want.

But it isn't about that is it, but Selene. If I could change how I felt about her, I would. It doesn’t change one single fact about us; I can’t be what you want me to be. You want the husband. The family man. The man who does the nine to five routine to come home to a cooked dinner and laundry folded up neatly in the corner. I’m not that man, Al.

…I never was.”

It hurt him to say those words, but he knew that was the truth. “We talk about what will kill you, so lets talk about what will kill me. Taking away who I have become to be your husband. I’m your lover. Your partner. Our relationship can’t be husband and---“

He almost cut himself off from saying the word, but said it anyway, “…wife. I’m not your husband to your wife. That’d kill me.

Never once have I taken a male lover outside of you and likely never will again. I was faithful to you, Al. And trusted you completely. What kills me is knowing you will not give me the same trust.”

[personal profile] not_soperfect 2012-02-21 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Mac turned to face Al.

“How? We’re divorced. Is that not enough? What about your suicide attempt, you died; you got your wish to release me of our marriage bonds --- with your death. Right now I am in no way been unfaithful to you, we are not even together.”

As he dressed Mac spoke, his voice tight and clipped.

“I’m not fucking Selene any more than I am fucking you. You throw this around like its something meaningless, and maybe that is why you can’t have it in our lives. Christ, Al, she loves me. I can’t even tell her I love her because I love you. You have everything she wants, the child. The house. The husband. Me. And she’s ready to lower herself so I can have you if she can still share me with you. You’re threatened by that?”

By the time he finished he had to lower his voice. He didn’t want to yell. Wake Bella. Or hurt Al with a raised voice.

“You can’t live without me either. We’ll both be a fucking mess if you make me stay away.”

[personal profile] not_soperfect 2012-02-21 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Mac threw his hands up in the air. Standing bare foot, in trousers only, he held a look of disbelief on his features.

“Al. Baby. God damn it. How many times do we have to have this conversation? Go over it again and again? Did my making love to you before make a difference to you, knowing how I feel about Selene? No. We love each other, why in gods name can’t that be enough?”

[personal profile] not_soperfect 2012-02-21 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Mac held Al’s gaze, not wavering from the look.

“She isn’t just about sex, Al. I need to know she is alright. Need to remind her once in a while, she and I, have to be with someone else --- who ---,”

He trailed off and then decided not to edit himself, “---Who understands that the world isn’t just made up of suburban houses. Picket fences. Laundry neatly folded up in a corner. Cooked dinners. Nine to five jobs. And daughters ballet recitals. Or married couples needs.”

Mac didn’t know if Al really could ever understand. “I need her like that. In the same way I need you to remind me the world is, as well, made up of suburban houses and everything else, I can’t have when I get drawn into darker things I can’t escape from.”

[personal profile] not_soperfect 2012-02-22 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Mac didn’t say anything he let Al leave. Looking down at the ring, he took his own rings off, the gold and the black one Al had given him and placed them in a dish. He said once, he wouldn’t choose between Al and Selene, he’d stick by that decision.

It’d be business as usual. For now there was only one thing that really mattered. Leaving the bathroom, while pulling on a shirt, Mac found himself a chair pulling it up near the bed where Bella slept. He covered her with the blankets he had kicked off, then smoothed his hand across her forehead. After that he remained in the chair, every now and then he’d doze off but his full attention was on Bella.

Come morning, they’d have to take her before the court royalty and she would have to want to go home. Al might say he’d stay, but Mac would say he wouldn’t stay. All this time Bella had been with Mac, he knew she’d go home to be with grandma and grandpa to bring the other two home together. Those things were a certainty.

It made up for everything else not being a certainty.

(ooc: FTB?)