Write a letter to yourself as a child

Nov 25, 2005 20:49

Pen. Paper. The pen is considered for a moment, and then placed back on the table. A pencil. Much better. Ranuccio always ends up with his fingers all tinted with ink. Alec just looks at him, but hasn't said anything. Yet.

The sheet of paper is hostile, in Ran's eyes. Totally so. Then again, he needs the practice. All the books in Alec's place seem to mock him. Ranuccio can swear they whisper and giggle at his back.

Ranuccio. Spit in your parents' soup because they will sell you like a dog. Remember that a good kick in the balls is lots more useful than pretty words. Know that priests are the worst shit you can meet, steal as much as possible from them. Stay away from the whip. Suck cock and be quiet. One day, you'll know how to use a knife, and your fists. That's all you need in life.
Never, never stray from being a whore. It's what you do best.
LEAVE PAINTERS ALONE.
Bloody listen to me, you gutter brat. Leave painters alone. Screw the hell out of everyone but never fall in love. You'll be much the better for it, 'cause you're bloody stubborn and useless at it. Unless you're screwing.

The pencil gets thrown against the wall. The rubber end is all chewed by now. "Fucking useless," the sheet of paper gets crumpled into Ranuccio's hands and then aimed at the paper basket.
Better go for a walk. Ignore the books. Look for Alec instead. Check what he's doing. Kiss him.

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