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You know those moments in your life when you finally see something?
No comments from the peanut gallery about me and sight, thank you.
Yesterday Erchirion possessed Elfwine and let the really obnoxious one out, the spider. And called me pathetic. And tried to drag me to a toolbox to cut me with a screwdriver but I'm beginning to think that was just... fuck.
Here's what he said:
"What's pathetic ...what was really pathetic was a brother violating his sibling. A boy not half your size, half your strength, and utterly loyal to you. *leans closer* What was pathetic was how much you were turned on using my body like some toy. *pushes you away* The only thing that could be possibly worse was my wishing you'd apologize and just go back to being my Elphir.
I'd rather be dead than walk the same world as you."
...
All moping forestalled by two important facts.
A) I deserved it.
B) Since I deserved it, I have no right to turn this into my self-pity.
Elfwine's nastier grumpier self has been trying to help me. Well, not exactly. He's been insulting me and using my hair for an ashtray.
You know, if I channel all this into nice violence again at least I'll have the perfect target.
No comments from the peanut gallery about me and sight, thank you.
Yesterday Erchirion possessed Elfwine and let the really obnoxious one out, the spider. And called me pathetic. And tried to drag me to a toolbox to cut me with a screwdriver but I'm beginning to think that was just... fuck.
Here's what he said:
"What's pathetic ...what was really pathetic was a brother violating his sibling. A boy not half your size, half your strength, and utterly loyal to you. *leans closer* What was pathetic was how much you were turned on using my body like some toy. *pushes you away* The only thing that could be possibly worse was my wishing you'd apologize and just go back to being my Elphir.
I'd rather be dead than walk the same world as you."
...
All moping forestalled by two important facts.
A) I deserved it.
B) Since I deserved it, I have no right to turn this into my self-pity.
Elfwine's nastier grumpier self has been trying to help me. Well, not exactly. He's been insulting me and using my hair for an ashtray.
You know, if I channel all this into nice violence again at least I'll have the perfect target.