on the roof

[mute_clay]

It's quiet. And hot. The power went around noon and it still hasn't come back. The night is warm and humid but as Clay pushes the bag onto the roof and hefts himself after he can see that he was right. No light means that you can see the stars. He's missed them.

He used to pretend they were his friends. He'd talk to them inside his head and they'd listen.

The stars are distant. And indifferent. But they are still beautiful. He gets settled, pulls out a beer from the the bag and rolls a cigarette.

He's a bit achy from having been at work, his mind is full of plans for the kennel David asked him to make, he's got a beer and a smoke and the stars.

The air smells like gasoline and rotten thrash, he can hear car horns honking. And he is alone.

It'll do,

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[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay understands what Ranuccio is saying. He doesn't like it. But he understands.

He looks thoughtful.

I like the way she smells when she is asleep. That she'll dance around in the rain until she's soaked, laughing.

He pauses.

I like that she loves deeply. Strongly. Sometimes I wish she didn't. But if she didn't she wouldn't be her.

[ranuccio.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes...what we love is the very thing that hurts us the most, isn't it?"

Ranuccio sighs, closing his eyes. "Jason loves like, I think. Fiercely. with all himself. It's...scary."

They stay in silence, for a little while. "I'd like to meet Callie, one day."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay smiles at him. She said she would come visit me. Stay for a few days. You can come by. It'd be nice.

He pulls Ranuccio closer.

[ranuccio.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I'll come by. Jason is away these days.." he muttered the last words, mixing them with a yawn.

A hand slid under Clay's shirt to rest on his stomach, and after a little while Ranuccio's breath was deep and regular.