They had been a spectacle for weeks now, but Sparrow couldn't pretend she actually gave a damn anymore. These people had been watching her for years, every one of them just as bad as the paparazzi that stalked their own lives, and she'd long since given up caring about their unnecessary interest in her life. It had been Frost's fault in the beginning, and there hadn't been anything she would've been able to do about it then; now that Galen was in the picture, of course--now that Sparrow herself had made it so abundantly clear that she wanted Galen in the picture instead of merely tolerating him, as she was sure they would've assumed otherwise--it was equal parts Sparrow's own fault that they were still paying attention to every little thing she was doing, and she'd finally reached the point at which she figured she might as well give them something to talk about, since they were going to talk weather she liked it or not.
Sparrow couldn't possibly count the amount of nights she and Frost had spent in the Theatre over the past three and a half years. For all it wasn't a place either one of them particularly enjoyed, they certainly seemed to spend an abundance of time there, and that didn't seem to be about to change now that Galen was in their lives. Sparrow was well aware that he suffered the same odd urge Frost had been harboring all along; unlike Sparrow, who, like Simon, would've been more than pleased if the Circle had been kept entirely in the dark about what was or was not going on between herself and her lovers, Frost and Galen both seemed to be drowning in the same kind of ridiculous pride that gave them the seemingly undeniable urge to brag about what they had gotten for themselves. Both of them seemed to consider showing off an integral part of victory, and since Sparrow hadn't been able to fight Frost's determination to show her off like a particularly prized trophy before Galen had come along, there certainly wasn't going to be anything she could do now that they were both trying to make sure every other idiot in the goddamn Circle was painfully aware that the both of them had gotten exactly what they wanted.
Still, though, it was an urge she was much more willing to indulge in Galen than in Frost; perhaps the difference was merely that while she was quite aware that Galen had been trying to manipulate her every bit as much as Frost had been, his own attempts had been so vastly less successful. Her relationship with Galen, whatever it was--whatever word she should have been using to describe it but couldn't quite bring herself to attach--had never and would never suffer the kind of horrific issues of consent and power that plagued what was between herself and Frost, and the simple fact of that power dynamic between them made her so much more tolerable of the very same things she condemned in Frost. She could only hope that wasn't going to backfire on her at some point in the future.
Tonight, though, worrying about that was the farthest thing from her mind. Her attention was still entangled in the sheer number of glances that were still being cast in their direction, weeks after this thing with Galen had begun, and Sparrow was under no delusions that it wasn't specifically because of the seeming juxtaposition between this new relationship and the previous one they had shared with Simon and Nadia. Because for all Frost had been unsubtle with her before, he had rarely gone out of his way to do the same to Simon; while he had been slowly growing increasingly public with his affections for Nadia last year, Simon's downright aggressive resistance to the idea of letting Frost do the same with him had kept much of what their relationship far from the eyes of the Circle, and so it was no surprise now that these gossip mongers would be thrown by the willingness with which the three of them made their own relationship public.
There were some lines, though, they still hadn't come close to crossing.
Ride [1/?]
Sparrow couldn't possibly count the amount of nights she and Frost had spent in the Theatre over the past three and a half years. For all it wasn't a place either one of them particularly enjoyed, they certainly seemed to spend an abundance of time there, and that didn't seem to be about to change now that Galen was in their lives. Sparrow was well aware that he suffered the same odd urge Frost had been harboring all along; unlike Sparrow, who, like Simon, would've been more than pleased if the Circle had been kept entirely in the dark about what was or was not going on between herself and her lovers, Frost and Galen both seemed to be drowning in the same kind of ridiculous pride that gave them the seemingly undeniable urge to brag about what they had gotten for themselves. Both of them seemed to consider showing off an integral part of victory, and since Sparrow hadn't been able to fight Frost's determination to show her off like a particularly prized trophy before Galen had come along, there certainly wasn't going to be anything she could do now that they were both trying to make sure every other idiot in the goddamn Circle was painfully aware that the both of them had gotten exactly what they wanted.
Still, though, it was an urge she was much more willing to indulge in Galen than in Frost; perhaps the difference was merely that while she was quite aware that Galen had been trying to manipulate her every bit as much as Frost had been, his own attempts had been so vastly less successful. Her relationship with Galen, whatever it was--whatever word she should have been using to describe it but couldn't quite bring herself to attach--had never and would never suffer the kind of horrific issues of consent and power that plagued what was between herself and Frost, and the simple fact of that power dynamic between them made her so much more tolerable of the very same things she condemned in Frost. She could only hope that wasn't going to backfire on her at some point in the future.
Tonight, though, worrying about that was the farthest thing from her mind. Her attention was still entangled in the sheer number of glances that were still being cast in their direction, weeks after this thing with Galen had begun, and Sparrow was under no delusions that it wasn't specifically because of the seeming juxtaposition between this new relationship and the previous one they had shared with Simon and Nadia. Because for all Frost had been unsubtle with her before, he had rarely gone out of his way to do the same to Simon; while he had been slowly growing increasingly public with his affections for Nadia last year, Simon's downright aggressive resistance to the idea of letting Frost do the same with him had kept much of what their relationship far from the eyes of the Circle, and so it was no surprise now that these gossip mongers would be thrown by the willingness with which the three of them made their own relationship public.
There were some lines, though, they still hadn't come close to crossing.