but he was always so nice [angel/mat]
Jun 1, 2022 11:52:57 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2022 11:52:57 GMT -5
( we, the jury, find the defendant... )
Mateus has learned to love his nightmares. Part of accepting yourself for who you are is accepting every piece of you- the ugliest bits, not ignoring but leaning into it. Most who know him call him gifted, a very lucky man, a well-travelled person. Oh the things he must know, the things someone in a position like him must learn as a Commander. His day life feels so collected and organized, each and every duck in a row.
And if they step out... pew!
Pew, pew, pew, snap - wait, where am I going? He walks with his hands in his pocket, Blanche's lucky locket in the center of his sweaty hand. Mateus always hated meeting new people- ugh. Such a hassle, having to boringly nod along and pretend to understand the stupid little struggles of districters. It's like they don't get it; he's supposed to be a Capitolite. Mateus is a man who was born a victor, but that crown was taken from him.
By Perdita Leto, maybe? He doesn't know who to blame that shortcoming on; but the Leto's, they make themselves such easy people to blame. So emotional, so reactive, so miserable.
It's almost delicious. The dinner, that is. Mateus had recently been employed to take care of some business in District 6, call it a self-mission. Being a Commander, you get to declare your own path of destruction and call it a mission. That, right there, is the benefit of being a peacekeeper, sure he can never have kids, but who fucking wants those? What's a pair of brats going to add to his life besides more stress?
And a lifelong partner. To be tied down seems so cruel, like chopping a good man off at the waist. Mateus had met a cute man though, named Angel, and he did some research and he feels good. Something about this man feels different, and he had never felt so secure to have a public date with another man before. His other partners were cowards, scared for their own safety instead of just letting him have his way - so, so, so fucking stupid.
Mateus isn't like other gay men, he can't put his finger on it.
Instead, he puts his hands on the menu. "Waiter- AYE, I'm fucking talkin' to you. Do you even want my money? Fuck," he barks, on edge waiting for his date to arrive, "get me 3 Corona Lights, I have someone coming."
"3?"
"Did I fucking stutter?" He can't help but stare at some of these idiots. Just get it together man, don't make him repeat himself. "Excuse me?"
"Good lord, don't make a scene. Here," he says, placing an early tip in the waiter's hand and turning back to his menu, shaking. He can't stop his leg as he tries to distract himself with whatever food this place offers; Angel picked the place, and Mateus picked him.
And Mateus is always, always right.where is he...