Fifth floor common room, Sunday evening

[nadiathesaint]

The third floor was hosting a movie night tonight, according to the posters, but Nadia didn't have the energy for snarking at a movie in a crowd of people, so she curled up on the couch on the fifth floor instead with the coffee and soup Walter had brought her and a book.

What language did she love in?

[ooc: open]

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[nadiathesaint]

"I like being here, too. But sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I never came, or what's happening there, now. I haven't even written to them, not that I could because they don't have addresses. . . ."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"They're homeless?" Blair bit his lip. "Maybe you could send something to a local shelter or church or something."

[nadiathesaint]

"Shelters and churches always want you to find your family or go back to the orphanage or get a job. And we were homeless because we couldn't have jobs or didn't want them and couldn't go back to our families or orphanages because that was worse than being homeless." Nadia shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you all this. I don't usually talk about it."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Some people just don't understand that just because you have a family doesn't mean that you're treated well there." Blair stared at Nadia quietly. "Don't apologize. I'm glad you're telling me."

[nadiathesaint]

"Exactly. But I don't like telling people. It always makes them pity me, and I don't need anyone's pity."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Did you know that Nietzsche said that pity made suffering contagious? I always thought that was a interesting way of looking at it."

"What do you want?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia opened her mouth to answer, then just sat with her mouth open for a bit.

"I have no idea. I want . . . a family, I guess. One that doesn't kidnap me and drug me. And I want to be strong on my own and not have to rely on people, because they always betray you." She thought for a moment. "And I want to have sex with Walter."

Gah. That didn't need to be said outloud!

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Who wouldn't. The bulter is hot." Blair stated matter of factly, outing himself in the process.

Blair blinked owlishly and tried to maintain decorum. "I think everyone here is your family and people need people...and....um..."

"Crap, Nadia! I didn't need to know that!"

[nadiathesaint]

"I know! I'm sorry! I really don't know why I keep saying stuff like this!"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair tried to control his blush. "Let's just pretend we never talked about this. We can just say we were talking about something else and move on." He raised his voice in order to make a comment about ducks or badgers in order to distract the both of them and make Nadia laugh.

"LET'S TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE THAN HAVING SEX WITH WALTER NOW!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter stared.

[nadiathesaint]

Despite being achy and tired, Nadia still managed to lunge forward to try and cover Blair's mouth with her hand. "Madre del dios! Shut up!"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair nodded mutely, grateful that Nadia's hand was covering his mouth. Maybe if he was terribly lucky, she was press hard enough to suffocate him and he could die before the abject embarrassement killed him.

[nadiathesaint]

They needed a new topic of conversation, stat.

"I don't want Walter to know about that because I don't know if he's ready for it yet. He's only had sex with boys, before."

Dear god, would someone please just kill her right now?

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter blinked at the two of them. "I want to know why you two were talking about having sex with me, but I think I'm just going to get up and get a glass of water. Would either of you like one?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair just shook his head and tried to think of small puppies and leprechauns and how neither of them wanted to have sex with Walter.

[nadiathesaint]

"Because Blair asked me what I wanted and I told him." Nadia squeezed her eyes shut. "And yes, I would like some water, thank you. But you don't have to get up and get it because you're always getting stuff for me and that's not fair to you."

What the hell was wrong with her tonight?

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter blinked. Then he slowly nodded. "You're ill. And I take care of people. It's what I do. If you're bothered, you can get me stuff when you're feeling better. Alright?"

Poor Blair. How embarrassing for him to be caught while Nadia was ill and talking about things that she probably wouldn't otherwise.

Wait... then what was his own excuse?

"I'll just get the water now."

[nadiathesaint]

"If I'm sick, does that mean I could potentially be hallucinating this entire evening?" Pleasepleaseplease?

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"No. Because I'm not hallucinating. I don't think. Although that would be really nice, because I've been saying a lot of things I usually wouldn't."

[nadiathesaint]

"Oh no! I made you sick, too, and now you're doing what I'm doing! I gave you the plague!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"What?" Walter was now completely befuddled. "No, you didn't. Hallucinations come late in the plague and I'm not ill."

[nadiathesaint]

"But you're saying things you don't mean to say, and I'm saying things that I don't mean to say, and I'm sick and this is Fandom, so I probably have some weird 'saying things I don't mean to say' plague, and I gave it to you and you just don't know you're sick yet!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"You blame too much stuff on yourself," Walter said tiredly. "You are not responsible for all the bad or weird things that go on around here."

[nadiathesaint]

"But I am responsible for some of them. And it makes sense. I didn't start saying stuff I don't mean to say like telling Blair that I want to have sex with you until after I got sick."

She beat her head against the back of the couch. "See?"