*tormented pacing*

[di_carlisle]

After a long and meditative dialogue with my creator, I've realised I'm in love again.

It seems to be a pattern in my life that when I fall in love, if the romance were to become known, it would likely cost me my job. (Why is that?) And this time is no exception. Even more so.

I've been a copper all my life. I've made a few mistakes on judgement over the course of my career, but I think overall that I'm good at my job, and even though it doesn't pay very well, I get great satisfaction bringing criminals to justice.

I am happier with this person than I've been in a long time. But is it worth both our livelihoods, and our reputations, and even to some extent our identities, to bring it into the open?

I don't know. I don't know what to do.

Comments

[de-seingalt.livejournal.com]

*sympathetic thump on back*

[di_carlisle]

*sighs*

Have you ever been through something like this, mate? Any advice?

[de-seingalt.livejournal.com]

If you love him... then love him.

[di_carlisle]

I..I do. But then what?

[de-seingalt.livejournal.com]

Find a way to be with him, always. Maybe you can't get married, but what's a piece of paper? Install him in your lodgings, give him everything he needs and wants, be his own.

[lonely-god.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you're nice to him, aren't you? Git.

[de-seingalt.livejournal.com]

*snogs you mockingly*

[lonely-god.livejournal.com]

*tonguekiss*

[de-seingalt.livejournal.com]

Thought so. >:-)

You be good to that wife of yours. I've got my eye on you, mate.

[qthewetsprocket.livejournal.com]

*walks by looking for my lost monkees cd; spies you*

...sheesh, there you are! i haven't seen you in dog's years. where the heck have you been?

*sits down next to you*

[di_carlisle]

*half-smile* Hello love. I've been...busy. Police business. And some other things.

[qthewetsprocket.livejournal.com]

*nods carelessly*

*pulls out paper bag and retrieves a jelly donut, offering you one*

they had a special at winchell's. i didn't even know they were still in business. *munches, getting powdered sugar all over self and everything else*

so why the mopey face?

[di_carlisle]

*takes donut*

*takes a small bite and puts it down*

Well...I'm in love.

[qthewetsprocket.livejournal.com]

*chokes on powdered sugar*

...no way. you? mister horndog 'hello world i am sex on legs and btw look at my beautiful crotch'? in love?

that's adorable. and about time, too, you tarty little player you.

*very quiet and subdued grin*

...so. who's the lucky fella?

[lonely-god.livejournal.com]

Do you have any advice on women?

[di_carlisle]

Oh, mate, I'm so the wrong person to ask.

[lonely-god.livejournal.com]

I thought you liked women?

[di_carlisle]

Yeah. But every relationship I've ever had with a woman has ended up going disastrously wrong.

[type-102.livejournal.com]

*offers coffee and non-flying donuts*

[type-102.livejournal.com]

Do you have any advice on women?

You know when they say 'Be Yourself?' They're lying. Be somebody else. Preferably someone who is domestic and attentive and romantic and not emo.

;)

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

Feeling any better, mate?

[di_carlisle]

*inhales*

A bit, yeah.

Completely terrified, but other than that.

How are you?

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

Oh, not so bad. Tired. The usual.

*pats* Terror is a fairly normal emotion. Why don't you just tell the lad and let him make his own decisions?

[di_carlisle]

Oh, I told him. We just didn't discuss what happens now.

And I kind of need to get my head round what the hell it is I want, before we do that.

[theweaselscot.livejournal.com]

*smiles* Well done. You're a braver man than I.

You want Blythe. And you want your job. Or is there something else you want too?