The drive home for Blogophilia 33.5

Deviant Art – Moonlitwitch

The Misfits, my WIP,  is a group of four couples, consisting of four who work as part of the mid-management team for the devil, Mr.D, as soul collectors, and their partners, who are human.

One couple is Gideon (Devil’s agent) and Phoebe (librarian) who have been together only two months when the story opens. I’m skipping along to a scene where they’re driving home after she has met the other three couples for the first time.

The first speaker is Phoebe. We drop in in the middle of their conversation. we’re in Gideon’s POV

“Are you telling me what to do? Don’t tell me who to be friends with. My former boy friends tried to manipulate me like that. When you and I got together I had to make a decision. In thinking about my past relationships I realised they all had something in common. Like you, work came first. One was a communications officer in a large company and one worked in sales and they were always on their cell or at work.”

She spoke very quickly in an unusually high-pitched tone as if she was ridding herself of her past.

Gideon did not interrupt, realising her need to vent and the reason for her agitation.

“After you explained that you work many hours and use your cell much of the time, it gave me pause. However, with Steve and Jim when they weren’t working they mostly hung out with their buddies and would break dates with me. And sexually, while pleasant, they always held back, I felt. Right from the start you promised that when not at work, I would come first, and, so far at least, it has been the case.” He picked up a challenge in her statement but was unsure what reply she sought.

“You appear to enjoy our intimate time.” His tone suggested a question not a statement.

“Intimacywith you is sensually satisfying not merely sex to scratch an itch.”

Her shoulders shook and her throat caught on her words but she continued to release her anger. He understood she had returned to the subject of her past relationships.

“They never wanted to meet my friends but I had to meet theirs, and they weren’t nice people. They had secrets and manipulated not only me but each other. It explains the reason for my nervousness this evening. On that first night at dinner you told me your group is different and I trust you but it was still my first time face- to- face with them and the old flutters in my stomach returned. It will take a while to adjust.” I’ve always felt like a square peg in a circular hole. Hopefully with you and your friends, our friends, I will feel as if I fit in Perhaps life is just that… a dream and a fear.

 

 

written for

Blogophilia week 33.5 – On That Night
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2pts): Quote Joseph Conrad
(Easy, 1pt): Include a circle and a square