Let it never be said that Sparrow never did anything for him. Sure, she'd had to take a small dose of Paraphine to get herself ready for this, but she wasn't about to let him find out about that anyway; as far as Frost needed to know, this was not only her idea but something she wanted--but just the once. The last thing she needed was for him to try to arrange this again as a surprise for her. She certainly hoped she'd managed to make it clear that this particular birthday gift was single use only; they weren't going to be doing this again.
When she'd told him what she had intended to "give" him this year, he'd laughed. He hadn't believed her in the slightest, not in those first few seconds; he'd taken it just as another of her sarcastic comments, a mocking little taunt he knew better than to let get to him, lest the travesty he was calling a relationship fall apart right in front of their eyes. But when he'd realized she was serious, his attitude had turned to a different kind of disbelief, and for the briefest of seconds, there'd been something more vulnerable about him, as if he was struggling with his desire to believe her and the caution that proved he still thought her affection might be too good to be true.
And so there had been the awkward process of convincing him while trying to mask her genuine reluctance beneath an eager veneer. It wasn't that she wanted to do this, though that's what she needed him to believe; it was that she wanted to do something for him (even if she realized that such a desire meant she'd thoroughly succumbed to the fate she'd been trying to avoid for two years now), and this was one of the few things she could think of with the proper balance between the extravagant indulgence the occasion warranted and her need to make sure his gift was a painless to her as she could make it.
What she was going to do next year, of course, was a problem she didn't intend to start worrying about until at least tomorrow morning.
For their parts, Izzy and Loretta had been incredibly easy to convince. Both women were eager participants in this, mustering up vastly enthusiasm than Sparrow or the others could have if they'd tried--and they were trying. Simon and Nadia, who had taken a bit of extra convincing--specifically because of Izzy and Loretta's involvement, Sparrow was well aware--were perhaps even less enthused than Sparrow herself, but they'd agreed anyway. So here they all were, going out of their way to give Frost yet another luxury he didn't actually deserve.
When Frost had finally been convinced that she was serious about what she offering him, he had been more than willing to help arrange it; in fact, she rather suspected he would've taken it upon himself to convince or bribe the others into agreeing had she not already gotten their consent before the night she'd brought it up to him. With that out of the way, though, he'd taken it upon himself to handle the rest, and so now Sparrow found herself not in the suite but in some dimly lit back room off the Theatre, in which she'd found the single most ridiculous she'd ever seen in her life. Heart-shaped and utterly massive, Sparrow was under no delusions that it wasn't there specifically for someone in the Circle wanted to do what they were doing now, and that was an oddly disorienting, guilt-inducing feeling. It was immediate, glaringly obvious proof that she was one of these people now, that she had learned to think like them and to act like them without even realizing that was an actual danger.
But what did it matter, she asked herself reluctantly; she truly was one of them, and this, at least, wasn't hurting anyone. If anything, they were all getting at least something they wanted out of tonight, and that would have to be enough to soothe her guilty nerves.
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Orgy [1/?]
Date: 2016-02-28 02:55 am (UTC)When she'd told him what she had intended to "give" him this year, he'd laughed. He hadn't believed her in the slightest, not in those first few seconds; he'd taken it just as another of her sarcastic comments, a mocking little taunt he knew better than to let get to him, lest the travesty he was calling a relationship fall apart right in front of their eyes. But when he'd realized she was serious, his attitude had turned to a different kind of disbelief, and for the briefest of seconds, there'd been something more vulnerable about him, as if he was struggling with his desire to believe her and the caution that proved he still thought her affection might be too good to be true.
And so there had been the awkward process of convincing him while trying to mask her genuine reluctance beneath an eager veneer. It wasn't that she wanted to do this, though that's what she needed him to believe; it was that she wanted to do something for him (even if she realized that such a desire meant she'd thoroughly succumbed to the fate she'd been trying to avoid for two years now), and this was one of the few things she could think of with the proper balance between the extravagant indulgence the occasion warranted and her need to make sure his gift was a painless to her as she could make it.
What she was going to do next year, of course, was a problem she didn't intend to start worrying about until at least tomorrow morning.
For their parts, Izzy and Loretta had been incredibly easy to convince. Both women were eager participants in this, mustering up vastly enthusiasm than Sparrow or the others could have if they'd tried--and they were trying. Simon and Nadia, who had taken a bit of extra convincing--specifically because of Izzy and Loretta's involvement, Sparrow was well aware--were perhaps even less enthused than Sparrow herself, but they'd agreed anyway. So here they all were, going out of their way to give Frost yet another luxury he didn't actually deserve.
When Frost had finally been convinced that she was serious about what she offering him, he had been more than willing to help arrange it; in fact, she rather suspected he would've taken it upon himself to convince or bribe the others into agreeing had she not already gotten their consent before the night she'd brought it up to him. With that out of the way, though, he'd taken it upon himself to handle the rest, and so now Sparrow found herself not in the suite but in some dimly lit back room off the Theatre, in which she'd found the single most ridiculous she'd ever seen in her life. Heart-shaped and utterly massive, Sparrow was under no delusions that it wasn't there specifically for someone in the Circle wanted to do what they were doing now, and that was an oddly disorienting, guilt-inducing feeling. It was immediate, glaringly obvious proof that she was one of these people now, that she had learned to think like them and to act like them without even realizing that was an actual danger.
But what did it matter, she asked herself reluctantly; she truly was one of them, and this, at least, wasn't hurting anyone. If anything, they were all getting at least something they wanted out of tonight, and that would have to be enough to soothe her guilty nerves.