With no fanfare but with much rejoicing-

I've made it home.
Hello again, detachable id, and all my interesting and sparkly friends. I missed you.

BAScon was lovely. I ran into people whose work I've long admired, and they turned out to be quite friendly in person. I love when that happens.

Nobody made rude remarks about sparklydanceboys.

I'm hoping to post semi-daily again, at least until the holiday season. Maybe I'll even find time to finish something! Billy/Joe is at the head of the list, though I'll have to pull out the HCL vid. Oh.the.pain. ;O)

But, here is this.

Morally Ambiguous
ii. mars

Embattled, Justin presses his way through the crowd, his smile tight and desperately charming. JC is watching him with no sympathy tonight, because there are powers holding Justin aloft that will never share their support with his own efforts. Once in awhile he thinks, “I love Justin,” and he doesn’t know why. It might be that he is psychic, and everyone around him is thinking this.

He may never know for certain.

Chris is nearby, and his smiles are partly genuine. The extra weight around Chris’ waist seems to mellow him a little. JC misses the spastic monkey that used to leap on him from high places like the bunks of their bus and Justin’s shoulders.

“Hello, JC isn’t it?” asks a gently sarcastic British accent.

He smiles and nods and goes on the automatic pilot that is required of him. Justin is at his elbow the instant he slips and starts to speak of his own work, the things he really loves. There is a familiar white smile and interrupting voice, sharp fingernails digging into his arm.

“I love Justin,” he says out loud, by accident. Fortunately nobody is listening to him anymore.


~

Goodnight!