Jonathan rolled his eyes, he had no idea how to handle flattery and it just made him feel on edge. It came with uncertainty and doubt, as it always did. Why would Edward say this? What did Edward want from him? Everyone wanted something and there was no doubt that Edward was after something.
Or maybe the something he wanted was just what he was getting. To be watched. To be admired.
"I d-don't know you but I can s-see you. Narrows boy. Early morning just to be ready. Ego is f-fragile, one must maintain it. What a ch-ch-chore." Jonathan tsked as he put his hands in his pocket, stroking the sunflower seeds he kept in there. It was nice, another sensation to grasp to. "F-Fragile th-th-things always b--" He got stuck again and then looked at Edward, hating how much he had to speak when he was around him. Hating that he had to expose his flaws. He took a breath and tried again. "Break."
"Yeah? Oh, my sweet darling Jonny. If any part of me was as fragile as all that, I'd already be made up of only cracks." And perhaps he was. Edward certainly had days when he felt like it. Days he felt like breaking. Days he felt like he'd broken a long time ago. "But it takes one to know one. Do you see what we have in common?"
Maybe not, given he was focused on the stark differences they had. "Everything we can control about our appearance, it's a way of controlling people's perception, isn't it? So you do what you do - or don't do, in your case. And I do what I do. Different means to different ends."
But not that different an approach. Edward closed what distance there was between them, putting a hand on Jonathan's chest and looking right at him. "I like your eyes, Jonny. A boy could drown in those."
Edward was touching him. It was like an alarm went off in his head and he froze. What he observed was never supposed to interact. It was strange, like seeing a chemical react and being able to ask it why or feel it's impact. He looked at Edward and then looked away.
Queer. Fairy. Fucking hell.
He took a step away from Edward and cocked his head to the side. "I weren't being negative. I like watching p-p-pretty th-things break." He side-stepped any attempt for Edward to get close and started to move away from the auditorium and towards somewhere more neural. Maybe he could end this if he just walked away. Avoidance always won out.
"Break me then." Edward said it as a provocation, for the same damn reason he still talked back to his dad when he was already hurting. Stubborn and contrary and embracing risk rather than ever backing down and missing out. Even if it was just missing out on proving himself. "If you want to watch it so badly, then break me into little pieces. Bring me to my knees in tears. Does that do it for you?"
He turned and raised his eyebrows. "I know you want me."
The challenge was set but he had no idea how to approach it or what to do with himself. He didn't want to do play when he was already on the losing side. Losing in presentation, distance and idea. He had to ponder this, he had to find the way to play the game on an even footing. He turned to Edward and looked at him for a while. "You want me to r-race the inevitable."
"Does it matter what I want? You're already in for it. I've just dragged it into the open." Edward shrugged and offered a quick flash of a smirk. "So sue me."
Clearly he felt no regret. "Let's just be friends, Jonny. I'm all for it. But, from one nancy boy to the other... You're the one who's already picked a fight against the inevitable. I wish you luck." To whatever end that might be.
Jonathan stared at Edward for a few moments and then decided that all he could do was walk away for now. He had a lot of things to think about. Mostly Edward. One Nancy boy to another... heh. He liked that one.
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Or maybe the something he wanted was just what he was getting. To be watched. To be admired.
"I d-don't know you but I can s-see you. Narrows boy. Early morning just to be ready. Ego is f-fragile, one must maintain it. What a ch-ch-chore." Jonathan tsked as he put his hands in his pocket, stroking the sunflower seeds he kept in there. It was nice, another sensation to grasp to. "F-Fragile th-th-things always b--" He got stuck again and then looked at Edward, hating how much he had to speak when he was around him. Hating that he had to expose his flaws. He took a breath and tried again. "Break."
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Maybe not, given he was focused on the stark differences they had. "Everything we can control about our appearance, it's a way of controlling people's perception, isn't it? So you do what you do - or don't do, in your case. And I do what I do. Different means to different ends."
But not that different an approach. Edward closed what distance there was between them, putting a hand on Jonathan's chest and looking right at him. "I like your eyes, Jonny. A boy could drown in those."
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Queer. Fairy. Fucking hell.
He took a step away from Edward and cocked his head to the side. "I weren't being negative. I like watching p-p-pretty th-things break." He side-stepped any attempt for Edward to get close and started to move away from the auditorium and towards somewhere more neural. Maybe he could end this if he just walked away. Avoidance always won out.
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He turned and raised his eyebrows. "I know you want me."
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The challenge was set but he had no idea how to approach it or what to do with himself. He didn't want to do play when he was already on the losing side. Losing in presentation, distance and idea. He had to ponder this, he had to find the way to play the game on an even footing. He turned to Edward and looked at him for a while. "You want me to r-race the inevitable."
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Clearly he felt no regret. "Let's just be friends, Jonny. I'm all for it. But, from one nancy boy to the other... You're the one who's already picked a fight against the inevitable. I wish you luck." To whatever end that might be.
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Jonathan stared at Edward for a few moments and then decided that all he could do was walk away for now. He had a lot of things to think about. Mostly Edward. One Nancy boy to another... heh. He liked that one.