Date: 17 Jan 2023 09:23 (UTC)
greatoldjohn: (Default)
From: [personal profile] greatoldjohn
I thought that was rather obvious.

[ He does choose the chair. ]

But perhaps not.

For one, I...

My inmate has been to several counselors. I can read that word, and I've asked enough to know what it means, but I don't know what receiving 'counseling' is like.

For another, I-

I don't see why I shouldn't ask for help in my own journey towards... becoming what I should have been.

Date: 18 Jan 2023 20:31 (UTC)
greatoldjohn: (in: looking over)
From: [personal profile] greatoldjohn
[ He wonders how this is going to go over. ]

A person.

[ A pause before he explains. ]

An actual person. Not a fragment of the King in Yellow. Not an elder god. Not a monster. Not some thing that only cares about whether something is useful or insignificant.

I want to be more than that.

I want to be better than that.

But it's not- I can make that decision, but even now I don't entirely know what it means. Not in the way you do, or Arthur does.

Date: 18 Jan 2023 20:50 (UTC)
greatoldjohn: (in: I won't let you drown)
From: [personal profile] greatoldjohn
It's not about the body, Malcolm.

[ He's not here to talk about his lack of corporeal form. That, in perspective, is an easy fix. ]

This... perspective. The meaning I've chosen to give to my existence, to Arthur's, to Natalie's even. To yours. Caring about people. Loving people. I-

[ More quietly. ]

I love someone. And in the future, I hurt them. But not because I didn't love them. Because I did. I do. And it's- it's infuriating and- and it makes me want to tear myself apart.

I keep fucking up. I know I'm going to fuck up; it's inevitable. But- but maybe this can help me fuck up less. Because I don't want to hurt him. He gets hurt enough as it is.

Date: 18 Jan 2023 21:12 (UTC)
greatoldjohn: (out: holding arthur)
From: [personal profile] greatoldjohn
It's... hard for him to trust. To open up. To offer parts of himself, of his past. He's done it a few times with me, and I-

Most of the time, I treasure those moments. When he tells me a poem he loves, o-or when he tells me about something important to him.

Or someone important to him.

I feel... honored. Like I've been given something special, something significant. It means so much to him and so it means- it means a lot to me.

But when he- [ no, this isn't about Arthur, this is about him ] when I get angry or frustrated, when I feel like he isn't listening or he's blocking me out, I- I panic. I grab, for anything, for everything. As if I could... jam that memory into him and hold on to keep him when it feels like he's ignoring me or wishes I'd never come into his life at all.

Digging into people's hearts, whispering doubts and horrors into their ears... that's what I was. Undermining people, making them tear themselves apart, driving them mad. That's what I was. It's- it's power. I know that.

I don't want it.

I don't want to be like that. But I do. And I did. And I can't-

I can't undo it. Even though I haven't done it yet. And I hate that.

Date: 21 Jan 2023 19:20 (UTC)
greatoldjohn: (out: robes maskless (arthur))
From: [personal profile] greatoldjohn
...I... guess?

[ Normal people have that? ]

Date: 24 Jan 2023 19:00 (UTC)
greatoldjohn: (in: looking over)
From: [personal profile] greatoldjohn
[ There's a solution. That is... that is incredible. And strangely comforting. It makes him feel like maybe he isn't as far behind as he tends to think he is.]

All right. That sounds reasonable. I'd like that.

Thank you, Malcolm.

Date: 24 Jan 2023 20:04 (UTC)
greatoldjohn: (Default)
From: [personal profile] greatoldjohn
[ He's quiet for a moment before-]

Can we start now?
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