I've tried calling several times and you aren't picking up. Are you playing your avoidance game again?
@Patrick O'Connell
Hallo pet
Did you call? Were those your 12 missed calls?
/annoyed
Yes. Why didn't you pick up any of them if you're counting them?
I wanted to see how many times you'd call in a row before you gave up
What's got you all worked up darling?
I told you!
You are my muse and I need you to complete my art.
Can't you draw without me? Or
Draw from a picture of me? I've got some good ones off the escort website, use those
Those
Are not you
Why do I have to be there in person, Lia?
It's deadly dull, pet. You won't let me talk or laugh or even move a muscle!
That is not true.
And it isn't the same without you in person.
Photos are lifeless
You look fake in them. I hate it.
It is true! Last time I stood there like a statue for two hours!
PLUS you're a right bloody tyrant when you're working. It's like Jekyl and Hyde! You shouted at me when I tried to get a kiss!
That's the famous artistic temperament, darling.
Well I refuse to work with that famous artistic temperament darling. I want the man I met at JC's party, with the beautiful smile and divine makeup and NO FECKING SHOOOUUUTINGGG!
And I want what I saw that night as well.
And what's that, pet?
Don't say a blond angel, I've heard that one before.
Love.
...
How can you love me when you don't know anything about me?
I saw it in you.
Is it not in me now? What you saw at the party? Love?
Do you love me?
Sometimes
I need to capture it
Well love, you'll have to wait until I'm finished with this client. He's taking forever. 🙄
You know you don't need them. My money is your money.
I'm not with you for the money, pet. And I'd rather not start now. ;) Shagging you is my bonus hobby.
Let me see you.
See me in person. I'll come home after this session.
If this fecker would ever COME.
FFS he's been at it forever.
AND he's shite
He must be, if you're texting me while fucking him.
:sleep:
Send us a picture, love. Maybe it won't be so boring if I imagine it's you.
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💋
That
Is exactly what I needed
Now just stay like that until I come home
Don't take too long. That guy keeps acting up, just ruin him.
Haha you little devil!
He's done! I'm heading back. You'd better not be working when I get home.
Working?
/innocent
Working on what?
On your ART
I'll not fuck a man covered in paints. Or clay.
Did I look covered in either?
You will be if you start now, pet. So. Don't!!
So I'm just supposed to wait...
You've said this before and not shown up until weeks later.
Ah that I have
But I miss you. And your roaring and shouting. ;)
Good. Then stop wasting time and get here.
I am, I am! Just got my money, waiting for a cab.
You know I saw a fortune teller the other day down at the market. He said my fate was black. Doesn't that sound just terrible?? Hahaha
Black? Black? What do you mean black?
I don't know, that's what he said. A black fate.
...maybe he means... I'll marry a black man. ;P
No no no it has to be wrong your fate can't be black you have to stay you have to be the one
What? What's the matter?
Come on, love, it's just a sham fortune teller. There's loads of them back in Ireland too, you can never take any of them seriously.
You're right you're right it's probably just a sham
but if it's not, you need to be here.
I have to find it
I know you have it
Find... it?
Love, are you feeling all right? Is it the... brain thing acting up again? Do you need a doctor?
Yes... you have it, I know you do, I saw it the moment I first laid eyes on you
And I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm always fine. The doctors
don't know what they're talking about.
...
All right love. It'll be all right.
Doctor Pat will take care of you when he gets home~ <3
Yes. You'll see. :)
I can't wait t
FUCKIN HELL
My cab just ran into another car!!!!
Are you injured!!!
My neck hurts like hell
This is the second time this week!
Bloody jesus christ
The second accident?
Yes, the other day I nearly got flattened by a bus
And you didn't SAY anything!
Nearly, love. NEARLY. If I'd have gotten run over, I would've told you.
Or you'd be gone forever.
You should stay inside with me.
Until you finish your masterpiece? Hmmm?
...maybe
HMM
What happens after you finish that masterpiece, by the way? Do I go on my merry way?
Why would you say that?
Is that why you don't want to help me finish?
No, it's not. I do want to help you. That's why I agreed to be your muse.
I just didn't realize how much work it is.
But once you finish, you'll have no use for me, right? I could
Go back to Ireland
Is that what you want? We could go there.
Together.
...what? You'd go with me?
Do you like me that much?
Why are you so surprised?
I don't know.
I thought
You only wanted me for the painting...
No... it's much more than that.
What
else?
I'm not even a good muse, you know. If I can't even sit still for an hour, how can I be
good for you in anything else?
Sitting still is not being a muse.
You need someone who can take care of you, love. I can barely take care of myself!
And
You hate it when I run off
I'll keep doing that. You know it, I know it.
I take care of myself.
What are you trying to do? Break things off?
You're mad, you know that.
Barking mad.
Why?
Because
You just are!
Nobody in their right mind would go for a rent boy
My dear, you forget
I'm NOT in my right mind
...that's not a good defence, you nutter
It's not one.
Just a reason.
Honestly, I don't care what you do for a living. I just want you next to me.
...all right, love. If you're sure this is what you really want.
*not arguing with a dying man*
Let's go where you want, maybe the muse will follow.
You know, Dingle might be the place for you. It's a lovely little seaside town, I bet you'd be inspired by all the natural beauty there.
And
I can introduce you to my uncle Greg!
He took me in after I ran away from home and raised me like his own son
...he's going to shocked. I've never brought anybody to meet him
Then I'll be delighted to be the first.
This is mad
All of this
It's mad!!!
I don't have long. Mad is all I have left.
Don't say that, love. They could be wrong.
You might live to be 100, and that's still 70 years of shouting left!
Let's just be mad together. And ignore the rest.
I must be mad, darling, if I'm talking about bringing you home to meet uncle Greg! Like we're
getting married or something
Jesus christ
You don't sound happy.
I'm
In shock!
I'm sorry, it's not that I'm not happy
I just
this is all new to me
I don't want you to be disappointed
Why would I be disappointed?
I don't know. I just don't want you to be, that's all.
I don't know how to be someone's lover or muse or whatever it is you think of me as.
So
Don't be afraid to walk away, all right?
You can't TRY to be a muse. You just are. When I saw you, I knew you were the one. I'm just... There's something missing. And I can't walk away from that. I have to know.
I don't know what's missing.
My soul? I'm not a ginger though. Hahaha
I wish I could tell you though... I really wish I could.
No, it's there. I know it is. I saw it, amore, when I met you.
I shouldn't say it's missing.
I'm missing it somehow, I'm
not able to spark it.
When we met? You mean at the party?
You said you saw... love in me? But you were the only one I noticed, that's the honest to goodness truth, pet.
Only you stood out in that entire room.
If you hadn't been there, I would've left after Danny abandoned me.
Only you stood out to me. I didn't know why I was there until I saw you.
Love... it seems so overused, such a throwaway word. But what else could it be?
I tried so hard to capture it before we even spoke but of course... these hands aren't always fast enough, the tools weren't there, I was without the proper setting
but I probably could have done it anyway.
Everything else falls away when it's you.
And Danny was a fool, that's all I can say about that.
...is that what you were doing on that napkin? Goodness, I thought you were writing down your phone number. Which you never gave to me. Haha!
And easy, easy, Danny's just a friend. If it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have come out to America. I stowed away with him and his family. ;) You know, that was the first time I ever got on a plane? It scared the shite out of me.
But I met you here. And I think
I'm pretty sure
What you saw is still there. Maybe we just need more time together. I want to love you, Elia.
I want it so bad, darling, you've no idea. It's got to be you.
Believe me, trying to work with a napkin is... not ideal. >.>
You have my number now, you liar. How else would you be responding to this text?
Kismet, then?
And I keep telling you to spend more time with me but you keep running out on me just when I'm so close... I feel it's so close but so far away, something not tangible but I'm sure
sure I can capture its essence.
I only got your number by using your phone to call my phone the morning after, silly!
Anyway, you've painted me ten thousand times over and you're never satisfied. The last one you did, I thought it was brilliant. You made me look... surreal. Is that the word? Not like me. It was so soft.
Is that really what you see when you look at me?
Ethereal. Ephemeral. I like these words better.
But yes. It's close to what I see.
It makes me wonder
What do you see?
Me?
I see...
I feel lost
Nobody sees their true selves. Naturally I feel
The same when I look at myself.
Lost
Do you ever feel scared, Elia?
Of course. Doesn't everyone?
How do you deal with it? How do you cope?
Sometimes I think about
it
about you
and I just can't...
I put it into art.
Occasionally substances.
My meds don't always seem to work or not fast enough. I see things I know aren't really there. More muses I say. Some are nightmares disguised as a muse. Some don't let me sleep.
There is no better muse than you. I can't sleep when you're around but I remember I'm alive again. I feel my heartbeat. I hear it.
All that because of me?
...can I show you something I made?
You made something??
Of course!
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It's not very good, but...
You make it seem so
exciting
You come alive when you're doing it, so I gave it a go too
...I suppose you were my muse that time. haha...
You're wrong. It is very good.
I feel something when I look at it. It's chaos and passion and a little bit of fear. But there's something in the core that feels... lost, somehow. No, not lost... sacrifice. A desire to give in and bring in but something is still holding the spirit back. That's what I feel.
Bloody hell
You got all of that from one painting??!
You're amazing, you know that? You're incredible.
I left it behind the sofa. It's
For you. And me. It's us.
Haha mi amore, it's my life's blood.
Trust me, it's beautiful in a sad sort of way.
Do you see us that way?
You were definitely born to be an artist...
Beautiful but sad... That feels like us.
And I don't know why but I can't stop thinking about you behind that easel, painting away like a madman.
Don't think about the future. Just live in the now.
Every time I think about the future...
Let's just not
And that's a good thing isn't it? Do you miss my painting?
I do
It's crazy but I do miss you and your painting. Even when you get angry, it's
You
I know it sounds overly and stupidly dramatic but I miss you every second you're gone.
Hahaha! It does sound dramatic love! Now I feel like I shouldn't even leave the house or you might fall apart...
I've never met anybody like you.
I wish we could've met much sooner. Much much much sooner
I won't fall apart. I'm not that fragile, I promise.
I wonder if our young selves would have felt the same.
What kind of kid were you?
What kind of teenager were you?
I was troublesome and troubled. I suppose most artists say that. >.>
I'll put you together if you fall apart on me. ;) I worked a year at a carpenter's, I'm good at that.
I suppose people would say that I was troubled too. My dad, he drank. He was a vile man when he hit the bottle, so I ran. It was hard for me to trust anybody and I suppose I didn't want to be close to anyone, either.
But I wasn't a delinquent! Danny helped me loads. I owe him more than I can even say, really.
I was lonely. Just lonely. I did a lot of silly things too. Nearly got myself killed a bunch of times.
Why were you rebellious? You had money, didn't you? And you've no brothers or sisters, you told me that before. No one to compete with you?
Dads.... Fathers.... What are they really good for except being the first to break our hearts?
My father didn't drink excessively--only wine at parties and he was a dainty sipper.
But he was a strict Catholic man and he didn't appreciate my ah, flair for the dramatics.
First time he saw me in a skirt, he about beat my ass to the bone.
Do you know, in a fit of rage, he came into my room and slashed every painting and crushed every sculpture? It broke me apart. I've never been so angry. I've never been so sad.
That's when I left home. And I believe we're the same in that we nearly got ourselves killed.
I didn't know there was somebody worth waiting for so I just... wanted it to end.
All because you were trying to be you? Because you're a little different?
My father was religious too. The whole family was, really, and it took over their lives. It became more about bending people to their version of the world than about forgiveness and acceptance.
I think we would've gotten along.
And I like you in a skirt. I like you with lipstick on. I like you in trousers.
I don't know if you believe in the after-life or reincarnation or all that jazz, love, but... come find me.
You have to get to me first in the next life.
We would have made one flamboyant pair. I think we still do in a way. ;)
I like you every which way too.
I like you being you. I like that you accept me.
You keep wishing we met sooner. I do too. Sometimes.....
I think
I wouldn't be this
This.
They can't ignore us when we step out, can they? ;P We make a splash everywhere we go.
It doesn't matter what we could have been, love. We are what we are now. We'll just have to work with what we have.
...sometimes
you just have to draw on napkins
if that's all you've got
Oh they'll never ignore us when we go out.
Yes. Live in the moment. Not in the future... nor the past.
But I'm not sure I like what you're saying. Are we just working with napkins now?
Aren't we?
I don't think either of us are exactly whole.
There's parts of us that are missing and we might never get them back.
Not in this lifetime.
No... no I feel whole when I'm with you.
You don't feel the same?
Not
All the time
I'm sorry love.
I told you, I'm no good
But when we're together, I feel close
Close to being whole. Closer than I've ever been
...maybe that's what's missing..
The missing piece? My inability to feel whole?
...i was hoping you'd be able to fill it. If we had more time together...
Well I got another cab, so at least we'll have all of tonight!
We'll find it. But we can only do that if you're here.
I'm restraining myself from the paints for now.
Don't take too long.
I'm coming home me darlin~
Stay away from the paints! STAY AWAYYY
It's so tempting after seeing your work.
That's flattering but you should appreciate the artist in person!
How much do you think a thing like that would sell for?
Why would you want to sell it? It's ours.
Not that one in particular! Just
If I need something to fall back on, you know, I could be a tortured artist type. Maybe.
If you know the right art dealers, they'll always help you get the best price.
Don't worry. I'll introduce you.
Okay! We could be art's next power couple!
Too bad most artists get famous after they die, though. I want to be alive to enjoy the money and the fame.
Heh then you're looking at the wrong profession.
Why don't you model?
I don't think you have to sit still nearly as long as you have to for a painting...
Although... I'd rather have you all to myself.
I did! For a few months
But you have to starve yourself and keep in shape
Me, I like steak and chips and all of that nice, delicious food. I'd never cut it as a model.
You could too, though. You're gorgeous, love.
You do seem to jump from job to job. Nothing really catches your fancy for long, does it?
I'd rather create than be the art.
I guess that's a lie. I do create art on my body as well. But that's just a different canvas for more of my work. :3
I'm a
Free spirit, you could say. ;)
I'm a little jealous though. Must be nice knowing what you want, and being brilliant at it.
It's not all it seems to be.
I'm just as lost as you are, really.
You? Lost? But you're going to create a masterpiece, right?
Am I?
Sometimes I don't think I will.
Because of me?
Because I keep running off on you?
That's a big part of it, yes.
Is there something else?
I don't want to be the whole reason... That just makes me feel like a monster
You're not a monster, Pat.
I don't want to be.
I don't want to hurt you, or frustrate you, or do things that upset you.
People are people. I'm sure
...
I'm sure I've done the same.
We've had a few good rows, haven't we?
But luckily none of your paintings and sculptures were destroyed!
Not by you, anyhow. :/
We'll call them abstract art and sell them off anyhow, love. Someone will buy them, there's all kinds of feckin idjits out there.
I don't care about the money.
It's the mark I leave behind after I'm gone that I'm worried about.
And none of
Nothing I've created feels
Monumental
What about the impression you leave in
People?
In me? In your friends? That's significant too isn't it?
Or do you want more people to remember you when you're gone?
It's not significant enough.
When I'm gone and you're gone and they're all gone, what's left?
I need something that
That changes the art world as a whole
...and you think maybe a picture of me will do that?
You are bloody brilliant though.....
It's your essence. Something inside you.
If anyone can find it, it'd be you.
They'll be looking at my mug for centuries to come... Haha! Imagine that
You could be the next Mona Lisa or Girl With The Pearl Earring.
Oi
I'm not being compared to women!
If I'm going to be famous in a painting, I want to be
The Scream. Hahaha!
Well.... The Scream is much more ubiquitous, isn't it?
That was the first painting that made me feel something.
It makes me feel anxious. Like I don't know what it is about that one but every time I look at it I just feel the walls closing in.
What do mine make you feel?
The ones you're not in?
I feel YOU in them. Your
Spirit? Passion?
It makes me feel like... how I feel when I watch you paint. I don't understand all of them, just like I don't understand all of you, but my chest gets tight when I
I think about all the effort you put into them
All the love and attention to detail
All of yourself poured into these paintings for people to see
Some of them scare me, too
They scare me too
sometimes.
There's some kind of rush I get when I spill my true vulnerabilities down on the canvas. All my love, my dreams, my happiness. But all of my rage and fear and sadness, too. The ugly parts that I started out hiding... It's hard to let those feelings go and pour them out sometimes.
Will people think less of me? Will people even know what they're seeing?
Most don't, you know.
But you've got a real eye for it. I'm surprised you're not as dedicated as I am. I feel like you have the talent.
Those ones scare me the most
The
Vulnerable ones
I guess to most people, a painting's just a nice picture or a splash of color or globs of paint on a canvas. You sorta have to pay attention to get the message.
That or be high,,,
But I don't think people would judge you for being honest. Most people can't even be honest for a whole day.
Anyway I'm rubbish at most things. That's why I bounced around so much. I think being with you rubbed off on me though, with the art thing. It's hard to live with somebody that passionate and not get caught up, you know?
Feck's sake, you even got me to paint! That's a real accomplishment. ;P
I'm going to consider that a monumental achievement right there then. Getting you to paint.
I want to paint you painting.
That is some inception shite right there, love
You'll paint me painting a picture of you painting me paint?
Haha
Yes.
Hey
We should do a photo book! Something that has us together, instead of just me.
I'll do it for you I suppose.
You don't like being photographed??
I don't like photography in general. It feels cheap. There is no art in pointing and clicking.
But I understand the desire to have something when there is nothing else left.
It's fast though
Fast and cheap if we do it with a phone
Anyway the memories are what matter
I
Want to have something to remember you by
Ideally a life sized statue or one of those cutouts. Or a body pillow. I'd take that to bed with me every night.
We really should have more photos now that I think of it, shouldn't we? It's a way of
memorializing
us
You can be weirdly adorable sometimes
Yeah, we'll live on forever in photos! Memories fade over time but photos will last.
I'm not weird. It's not weird to sleep with a body pillow!
I'm having it made asap now
It's weird but you're cute so I'll accept it. ;)
Oh hush, you. Cute and me don't belong in the same sentence.
Nothing could replace you
Nothing at all
I know
because nothing could replace you either.
Although
sometimes I wonder...
Wonder what?
You're not going to have me stuffed and mounted, are you?? :P
Hahaha and how would that benefit me in any way?
No, I just wonder where you go sometimes, when you go away.
Not physically. When you're not looking at me, but past me. Somewhere else.
Just a joke, love. I'd be a shite stuffed Pat.
If you mean like when I'm sitting there while you paint
...home. Ireland, back to the hills and the seaside and
The people I love
Like my uncle Greg
That's why we have to go there.
OR
You can paint me a little picture of a paddock with wooly sheep and a farmhouse! And an old Irish man smoking a pipe
You seem to really miss your uncle though. Maybe I can paint him too.
I do
He's getting on in years and I don't know how much time he's got left.
He's the only person who's ever loved me unconditionally.
Don't I?
Do you?
What does it mean to you?
Accepting somebody wholly as they are and not bending them to change.
Is it not the same?
That's not possible though. We all wish our partners would change
Even in tiny ways
Mm like how?
Welll
Don't you wish I'd stay home more? Don't you get annoyed when I leave?
Or when you tell me to do a pose and I don't do it "right"
But you know I'm only doing it to piss you off
Yes, but what do you want to change about me?
Only one thing
To live for yourself a wee bit more, instead of all for the art
You don't think I live beyond art?
Every other word that comes out of your mouth is ART my love!
I think
You need a hobby
....
What about coin collecting?
That sounds boring.
Coin collecting... while riding on a tiger
Why am I imagining one of those plastic ones that go in circles outside shops?
Heheh
Yes one of those
We'll count coins while riding those
Relive our stolen youth~!
Haha, we could steal the coins from the machine itself.
Nah mate, that makes us criminals.
I think we'd be shite criminals to be honest...
Those prison uniforms are arse too
Who does the money go to, anyway?
It will go to
An art museum
All 10 dollars we'll get from the machines
Some kid's art program?
Yes sir
Foster the next great Elia Selvaggio
I wish that could have been a thing.
Don't fret, love. You're leaving your mark another way.
If
I ever adopt a child
I'll name him after you. ;)
You don't have to do that.
I know
But I want to and it's a beautiful name
And you're important to me
You, an Irishman, want to name your adopted kid after me, an Italian artiste?
I can't give him a Klingon name, pet, he'd get laughed out of primary school
Not if they don't know it's Klingon.
So you don't want me to do it?
I didn't say that.
I just
don't like thinking about
when I'm gone
Sorry love
We won't talk about it anymore
Ummmm
How about
What's for dinner?
Lets stay in tonight.
I'll make you a traditional Irish breakfast
For dinner
:gtfo:
That sounds
interesting...
These are only things you can do as an adult, pet
I'm bringing the taste of Ireland to you~
All we need is some grass and a couple of sheep and it'll be just like home
Will a painting suffice?
That would be grand, but it's not the same as the fresh smell and the feel of grass under your feet, or the sight of those rolling green hills
Or the bleating of sheep in your ears and the bark of the farm dogs
And the feel of that good old Irish sun on your back
You can almost smell the sunshine, love, in the air on a hot summer afternoon. There's nothing like it!
You miss it so much.... why did you ever leave?
I wanted adventure and excitement. But Ireland's home and you always need to be home when you're away too long.
I feel the same being away from you, sometimes.
I don't have those ties to any one place. That's why I think we should go there.
You want to make my home yours? I like the sound of that...
But somehow I don't see you running barefoot through the hills and jumping into lakes naked and climbing up to the loft in the barn.
Well ...maybe climbing into the loft with me. ;)
Maybe that's just what I need.
Everybody needs a shag in a barn, you're so right.
...and everybody needs a home.
Would you really jump in a lake naked? Or climb a tree? I've never seen a posh man do any of that. No offense!
Since when
Am I posh? 😂
Since
Always!
At least compared to me, you are. :P Or maybe it's just because you're an artist and art is for the 'refined' gentleman
I know a few people who wouldn't agree with that. Haha
Art is for hippies? Haha!
Haha.
Well. Depends on the art I guess.
Your art isn't for hippies
It's
For the soul
Still not POSH
Do posh people have tattoos?
COOL posh people do, yes
Proper posh people... not so much...
I never thought of posh people as cool. heheh
Well, most of them are pretentious sods, I won't lie. Especially the British. Lord, I can't stand those feckers!
But you're all right. :3 Italians aren't nearly as stuck up as the damn Brits.
Wait... you thought of me as posh because I'm Italian?
A little bit...
Well, that and you're not exactly living a poor man's life. :P
I don't fit the starving artist type, do I?
No, me darling
You're more of the beautiful tortured artist type
Tortured huh? Is that how it seems...
I'd say so
Sometimes it seems like art's a form of torture
You might well be right.
I can't see you doing anything else though...
I don't see you being happy doing anything else. Isn't that strange?
Maybe this is all my life was ever meant to be.
I think
You're one of those famous renaissance artists reborn
I
am going to pretend I didn't hear that.
Read that.
whichever
What??
That's a good thing! Isn't it?
I'd want to be
Cleopatra reborn! Or... that man from the movie.
Gene Wilder!
You get NOTHING! Good DAY sir!!
I'd rather be famous for being myself.
Hehe well yeah, but having genius in you isn't a bad thing.
I've had a genius in me. ;)))
So lewd
I kinda like it
I'd hope you would
Genius~
Do you have any Irish in you, love? ;]
Somewhere on my mother's side. Why?
... would you like
A little more Irish in you?
;))))))))))))
Oho I should have seen that one coming.
And the answer is yes. Yes I would.
Hahaha the timing was just right, I had to do it!
:kissu:
You're too good to me, pet.
What are you used to?
Not
This
I'm not saying I've been mistreated but you
You're too nice sometimes
I mean
I'm
I'm nice because I want to have sex...?
...
Right. You're nice
Because you want to have sex
With me
The person who'll have sex with you
Regardless
...?
I don't follow.
You're feckin adorable
And a wee bit weird
Haha then we were meant to be.
Just for the record
It's not only because of sex and the muse thing, right?!
No it's not just that.
I promise.
Okay, okay, just making sure
It's because you're madly in love with me, isn't it?
I'm so madly lovable
I am crazy in love with you, yes.
*sigh*
Like I said...
Feckin adorable
Very very VERY weird
Well, I suppose it'll be harder for me to run off now
*sigh*
What's with all the sighing?
You don't need to run.
You know
I won't be here long.
Hush hush hush hush don't ever say that
I'm not running from you
I've never run from you. I don't want you to go anywhere.
It's just
Being loved
I'm not used to it. I didn't expect to find it here
I don't know what to do with it
Ah amore you don't have to do a thing.
What? Just sit here and be loved?
That doesn't feel right
I feel like I should be
Doing something
Giving you more
You are enough as you are.
Oh stop
You'll make me cry
I don't want to freak out this cab driver and have him ram into a light pole or something
Maybe I should have been a poet or a writer.
Why not start now?
It can be your
New hobby?
Why don't you?
Me??!
I'm shite at poetry!
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I can put a bit
Of Irish in you??
HAHA
HA
I don't think that lewd streak is going anywhere any time soon.
Lovely
Beautiful painter man
Lewd is my job!
All right, so you don't seem to have a way with words, then...
No, pet, I'm not gifted in that area
I'm gifted in other areas. ;3
And I can herd sheep. That's my hidden talent.
I just assumed all Irishmen had a way with sheep.
Nono
Nooo dearest. Don't ever say that to an Irishman.
You're thinking of the Welsh.
Welsh people shag sheep.
HAHA
Just joking, most of them don't.
...some do. Some do...
I never said you SHAGGED them
Mmm yeah but having a way with sheep, you know.
I'm not offended! But you don't want to be saying that to others.
I'll keep that in mind, especially if we're going to your hometown, which is probably filled with Irishmen.
Hahahaha
If you said that to someone like Colm Sr.
HAHAHAHA
They'd lynch you in a hot second, love!
As I said. I'll keep it in mind.
No worries! As long as I'm with you, they'll not touch a hair on your beautiful head!
You're the beloved in the community?
No... they generally don't acknowledge me... even though many of them are clients in secret.
It's only because of uncle Greg that I've been there for so long.
But I meant that I would protect you no matter what.
You needn't protect me. Protect me from what exactly? You seem so strange about where you grew up.
Do I?
Oh it's probably just
the community there. It's a very religious little town, Dingle. And, well, I'm gay and I'm a rent boy, and both of those things appear to go against God. ;)
Nobody's out to kill you.
Not unless you're a nasty beastie of the night! Haha!
That explains a few things.
So they'll give us some nasty looks and some crosses but they won't kill us, huh?
I'd hate to be a beastie, then.
They might make rude remarks but words can't hurt anybody.
And even if you are a terrible beastie, it won't change how I feel about you. You'll only be my terrible beastie.
...now would be the time to speak up though, if you are. There are a few things going bump in the night around town, I've heard.
I'm afraid I'm just a normal human who is in love with a lewd Irishman and is too obsessed with painting. What you see is what you get with me.
A normal man is just what I need in my life...
Although you're not really ordinary
You're extraordinary!
I was about to say I don't think I'm necessarily normal.
You are far from normal!
In a good way...?
Of course in a good way. Artists never want to be seen as just "another" person. We like to stand out.
At least, this one does.
So you've never been shy?
Who, me? Haha! Nooo, not me.
Did you imagine me as a shy child?
It would've been cute to see you as a shy kid...
But nah. I can't imagine you being shy now.
I was a shy kid though! Can you believe that? Haha!
I always wanted an outgoing friend though. I thought one would pull me out of my shell.
What kind of friends did you have?
My friends were just kids in the community. My family was part of a... ah... commune? You could say?
I didn't have close friends or a best friend, though. At first I was too shy to talk to other kids, and then when I grew up a bit, I was too... gay for them.
Danny was my first real friend and I only met him after I moved in with uncle Greg.
What about you? I can't believe we've never talked about this stuff before!
I think because normally when we're together it's either art related or sex related. We... haven't really talked about real things, have we? Probably because, I admit, I don't always live here in the real world. Your mind is in Ireland and mine is... somewhere that I'm not even sure exists.
But to get to the topic on hand, my family was very religious as well, very strict. They frowned upon artistic expression so I left home at a young age. I haven't really stayed in touch, either. I feel as if my family and I never truly loved one another, not the way we do. You and I. I think I tried when I was young. I wanted to be loved but... some people just can't.
In my defense, love, the sex IS incredible. ;P
But also I thought you only wanted me for the paintings and for sex so there didn't seem to be a point in getting to know each other better...
Anyway. It's hard to make friends when you're constantly on the move. It was like that for me too, when I hitchhiked around Ireland after leaving home.
I don't regret it though. I was happier out there than under my father's thumb.
Us two unloved lads found each other to love, didn't we? That's poetic!
I just wish we met sooner.
It's strange thinking of the world as it is now. We are much more accepted than we would have been if we were born a few decades earlier.
Is it bad where you're from?
Yeah... If you'd have been born an Irishman... or me an Italian! We could've already lived a whole lifetime together. :3
In general it's not bad but in parts of Dingle and in the little community I grew up in, yes. They didn't tolerate any form of 'deviance,' as my da called it.
It was a lot worse when he drank. But I suppose everybody drank. Helped them take their minds off of
what they did.
Yes. Its the same with Italy. In some places it's fine. It was just my father... I suppose he was disappointed.
But that sounds so ominous. What
did they do?
He probably wanted someone to carry on the family name. I mean there's always adoption. It's not the end of the world...
My family were hunters. We
Hunted a lot of big game. I never liked it but my brother did, so I usually stayed behind to look after my baby sister.
I don't know why it's so important to the older generations. They really seem to push it.
Ah. I didn't realize there was a lot of big game to be found in Ireland.
It's the caveman "have to pass on my genes" mentality, really. But I mean. IF we had a child together, that little boy or girl would be... strange.
There is if you know where to look for it. But it's not something I'm proud of and I'd rather just put it all behind me.
We should go somewhere nobody knows about. It could be ours.
What could be ours? The weird baby??
Haha... no. I'd never do that to you.
I meant somewhere nobody knows us.
OH
God you scared the shite out of me
Nobody knows us here
But I suppose you mean someplace where we can start fresh?
Yes. Somewhere fresh and new.
What about a trip this weekend? Just to see how it would be.
A good idea. Let's do it. ;)
No paints. Just you and me.
And good times. ;)
...why no paints?
It's supposed to be a vacation!
You can't bring work with you on vacation, it doesn't work that way.
Besides
I'm going to keep you plenty busy, and you'll be too distracted to paint. :fate:
It's not WORK. It's my life.
But maybe a day or two away from the paint and just with my muse will drown me in inspiration.
That's what I meant! Only you said it better!
It's only 2 days, love. You'll not die from 2 days without paints and clay.
Just 2 days with your muse--me--and nothing but the
ocean?
woods?
Where are we going?? Where do you want to go?
Somewhere secluded. Green. Let's camp.
Darlin, that's a grand idea!
I used to camp with my da and my brother all the time, when they took me along on hunts with the other families!
Only I was never allowed to share a sleeping bag with the other lads...
But I'm sure you wouldn't mind snuggling with me~ I get cold very easily~
Let's smash ourselves into a single man bag.
If we squeeze together hard enough
We'll smash ourselves into a single man
Hehehee
Isn't that the point? ;)
You
Are catching the lewd bug, lovie
I like it!! I want more of this Elia!
We're rubbing off on each other.
They say couples do that after they've been together a while!
But really we haven't known each other that long, have we? Somehow we still have so much in common.
I feel like you could be me. Your life's been so much like mine
Do you think that's what drew us together unconsciously?
Maybe
There was definitely something there
I don't usually feel so strongly about people. One's the same as the next to me, really. But I felt close to you even without knowing anything about you.
I felt the same. Maybe it's kismet. :)
Maybe
You should just frame that napkin you drew on that day
And call it your masterpiece
Oh if only it were that easy.
Come on love
Let me be
Napkin Mona Lisa!
You just want me to stop.
No! No I want to be napkin Mona Lisa!
...I mean
Okay YES, a LITTLE
You know how you feel like you're not getting all of me?
I feel that way too, about you. It's like the art is
Your one true love
If I put the art away, I still don't know if I'll have all of you.
Touche
It takes me a while to
Really love someone the way I think you want to be loved
And it's no fault of yours, Elia. It's just the way I am. But I'm trying... Really, I am.
Maybe it's just not in you.
Maybe
I'll only ever be napkin mona lisa :(
You won't.
Would you be angry if it doesn't happen?
Would you think less of me?
If what doesn't happen, amore?
If
I can't love you with all my heart
If I can only love with part of it
There's still time.
I'll take that as a yes...
I don't think less of you.
It's no good if it's not all of my heart, is it?
You want to paint
My heart
You really don't want to give it all to me?
What's stopping you, Pat?
No love
You're wrong
I DO want to give it to you.
I want it so much more than you can ever know.
But it's
Not whole. My heart isn't whole. I gave you what I have left but there's parts of it that I can't get back
No, I know it's there. I saw it, Pat.
Oh darling
...
I'll
Try. Only for you. This time I'll really really try
You weren't trying before?
...no
I thought
Like I said, I thought you only wanted the muse and the sexy times
I want it all, Pat.
Yes, I realize this now
You're a greedy bastard, you know that?
A beautiful greedy bastard and I feel things for you that I thought were impossible to feel for another person
Can you blame me, though?
And I want those things too, all the things. All the feelings. Even the bad ones, Pat.
Are you sure you want the bad? There's a lot of bad in me, Elia.
There's a lot of darkness in me too.
Dark and dark don't make light though. It just breeds more darkness.
Is that what you want?
We're not just darkness.
Sometimes I wonder...
There's light in you
When you create. I can see it.
Really? I always thought that's when I felt darkest.
Really?
Maybe it's the light escaping that I see
Escaping from you, into your work
Maybe.
Maybe it's my reflection of you.
Maybe
The parts of me that are dark need your light
And my light helps guide your darkness
Or maybe we're both cracked, talking like this
Oh we're definitely both cracked.
I meant crazy
Oh
You're too poetic
Even when I'm not intending to be.
You absolute madman
Lord my mother was right
She always said I'd run into a wall one day and not know what to do about it
And I'M that wall?
Mmhm
You're the wall
I'm stuck at you
Good. I want you to stay with me until
the end.
Well I could climb you
Just
Climb all over you
Hahaha
But not over.
Just
On top
Sit on top of you
So I can see the views from up high
This is sounding weirdly sexual isn't it?
You do manage to make most things sound that way, yes.
I don't, I was talking about a wall!
And
You climb walls, people do that...
And people climb people too. :kissu:
Oh
OHO
Yes darling
I'll be climbing all over you tonight ;)
Over, in, on top of, under
You're getting me all bothered. ;)
That's the plan love~
You'd better be ready when I get home~
I've been ready.
I
I am
getting a stiffie inside this cab
I hope this bloke driving it doesn't think it's cause of him......
Hahaha! Doesn't matter, he's not getting anything from my man.
Nothing except a kick in the head if he doesn't get me home to MY man faster! :gtfo: :gtfo:
You'd better be at the door naked, ready to shag, when I get there
Oh I will be.
Wouldn't it be funny if
it was a neighbor knocking on the door?
I still want you to be naked at the door though. These old people could use some excitement in their lives.
I'm not shy. ;)
I'll say you're not!
That time we were doing it on the balcony and that old man looked up and saw us? And you just kept going, you cheeky monkey
Hahaha
I thought his head would burst!
You did too, that's why we're perfect together. Heheh
I blame it all on you
You and your terrible influence on an innocent young country lad
Poor wee Patty O'Connell never stood a chance
I should have been a novelist.
The worldly artist and the innocent country boy...
That also happens to be a sex worker on the side.
Well it was either rent boy or potato farmer, and we all know what happened in that great big potato famine...
But what happens in your novel? Does the worldly artist fall madly in love with the innocent young clod from Dingle, by way of Limerick?
Does he whisk the boy away on a magical journey around the world?
If only it ended that way.
Elia...
Get your fabulous little ass over here.
I'm here, love!
*sprinting up the steps*