blue monday ((indigo))

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There he was at the roller rink yet again. At this point, it was clear Harrison went there for an escape from daily life. However, he ended up bringing a younger man with him to teach him how to skate. He felt like a father in a way all over again, but that felt too incestuous for him.

"Before we step onto the rink, get acclimated with the ambience. Also, you need to know your shoe size."

This was bound to be interesting.



@Indigo Macmillan

Biting his lip, Harrison scanned the other up and down.

"Want to head back to the rink?"



@Indigo Macmillan

Indigo took his head away from his shoulder, and glanced about self-consciously. Was anyone looking at them? It appeared not. No one was paying any attention to them: they were all focused on their own doings, their own night of pleasures. But still, he got paranoid.

"Oh - er - all right..."

Was this all too much? It was too much, wasn't it? He stood up feeling stupid, and kept shooting looks in his direction.

He straightened his jacket, and checked his hair in a reflective drink's saver sign. It was askew now. He tutted loudly in annoyance.

Two men alone together doing...

You're safe. This is different.

... doing filthy things.

It's not dirty. This is different.

It's abominable. I am not someone who partakes in...

But it's him. This is different.

... in common things like that. Disgusting.

This is different.

"... what were you thinking?" He murmured, blushing furiously as he glanced away from their reflections: ashamed.

He tried to think of somewhere good.

"At the very least somewhere where there isn't a lot of people..."

@Indigo Macmillan

Indigo opened his mouth, and closed it again.

He couldn't invite him back to his place. It would have been okay if he was living alone, but his parents were there. Perhaps his Father was working, but his Mother was probably at home. There would have to be some awkward introduction.

Oh hello Father. This is Harrison Jetson, the Auror. We're just going to go to my bedroom now.

In his mind it sounded ridiculous.

He briefly thought about Hyacinth and his relationship. They probably spent a lot of time at...

"Blackrock."

"How are the room rates?"

He was familiar with the rates at Heartbreak Hotel, but not so much Blackrock.

@Indigo Macmillan

"I- I... well. They're reasonable..."

So this was really happening. Well, what did he expect? Somewhere private wasn't exactly walking along a beach: there would still be onlookers. Somewhere private in his house was his bedroom, but a invitation to a bedroom would only mean one thing...

This was happening.