Memshare

[flammablepitch]

As you set your things down in the dorm, your eyes wander to the other half of the room. It looks as if he hasn't arrived yet; good. It means that you still have a reprieve, a bit more time to steel yourself for the inevitable. You begin to start unpacking your things, eyes ever wondering back to that side of the room. It was like an elephant, that side, something that really couldn't be denied and would always bring your thoughts back to him.

Quite frankly, it sucked.

It had sucked every year before this, and it would suck until they graduated - or until he killed him. Baz was sure that's how this would end, with Snow killing him after they graduated, doing precisely what his personal god wanted him to do.

And yet there was nothing you could do about it. Not until you both graduated and you were given a reprieve from this damn torture.

Comments

audio | un: snow

[fuckingtragedy]

Hated rooming with me that much, did you?

Re: audio | un: fuckingfabulous

[flammablepitch]

It was difficult. I'm sure you hated it for a different reason.

[fuckingtragedy]

The folly of youth! What was your reason?

[Say it, Baz. Say it!!!!]

[flammablepitch]

You know the reason.

[If Simon had known at the time, Baz is fairly certain that the other man would have started strolling around shirtless just to kill him.]

[fuckingtragedy]

Murderous intent?

[flammablepitch]

That would be you, love.

[Stop being cute, Simon Snow. You do it too well.]

[fuckingtragedy]

Me? Never. Wouldn't dream of it.

[Honestly, when has he ever murdered anyone? Besides constantly?]

[flammablepitch]

The room would say otherwise.

[How many fights did they almost get into in that room?]

[fuckingtragedy]

What? The room is fine! The Anathema, you know...

[gristle]

The room looks really nice. Was the guy that much of an ass?

[flammablepitch]

He wasn't. Rooming with him was just torture.

[So this is what happens when your memory gets shared. People ask questions; of course, they do.]

[gristle]

Why was it torture if he wasn't an ass?

[flammablepitch]

Have you ever been hopelessly in love with someone you know you shouldn't be?

[gristle]

[With entire honestly:]

No.

[She probably does love Bill but there's not a reason for her not to love him.]

[flammablepitch]

Then, imagine being hopelessly in love with someone you share a living space with — someone who hates you.

I did that for six years.

[gristle]

Did he hate you or did you just think he hated you?

[flammablepitch]

He was supposed to hate me, I suppose, we both were. I suppose you could equate it to 'Romeo and Juliette' with a much less bullshit ending.

Audio - UN: TheBetterTwin

[doubled_speed]

Yeah. Roommates blows, man. I had to room with my bro's boyfriend once. It was hell. The guy would MAKE MY BED in the mornings. Who the fuck does that?

[flammablepitch]

It sounds like your brother's boyfriend needs lessons on how to treat people.

[doubled_speed]

You kidding? Teddy is the nicest guy ever. Literally. Hands down. Like, Prince Charming wishes he was that good.

[flammablepitch]

Personally, I'd rather prince charming respect my things.

[And have red dragon wings, a dictionary's worth of complexes and be stupidly good looking.]

[doubled_speed]

[Someone else's prince charming.]

Dude, meant I didn't have to make my own bed. So that's not all bad.

[flammablepitch]

I fear for what your area looks like.

[He's guessing a messfeast, like Simon's.]

[doubled_speed]

Dude my dome is fine.

[flammablepitch]

With an unmade bed. Is there dirty laundry strewn about too; possibly a few old pizza boxes?