Now for matters more thorned. It would be wise, I think, to speak further of Lacey. If only so that we might better pick apart what it is she’s after. Who she is, and who she was in the forest. Why in fuck’s name she believed she has some right to claim me, or what she wished to take from me, from us.
Why she seems to have made it her mission to destroy the truth of what I am.
[ … ]
I would rather be with you for it. Your present comfort and your holding will sustain me through discussion of her vilest deeds. And I would much prefer to hold you through it, too.
It wasn’t easy on you, Love; I know it. And though I am not without blame, I can certainly give, and I wish to give, what shelter and what comfort I may.
She’s done incalculable damage to us both, Love. But as you say, we will return to ourselves. Arms wrapped around each other; my lips against your cheek, your ear, in recurrent adorations.
…I’m not certain how far I ought to speak of the dagger without being at your side. To hold you. To keep you steady, if needs be.
I really shouldn’t have mentionedI must have told you, in the Forest
When you were fracturing. When Regina broke between us. You spoke ofI sometimes wondered if you meant to nod toward
Where in the FUCK is my dagger??
[ … ]
It’s uneasy ground, Puppy. You must have known about it in our other world; I worry that speaking of my dagger might strike you raucous.
Tell me, please, if you feel the slightest twinge.
If any word sets alarms ringing in your mind, don’t read whatever follows. Only tell me, message me: Not now, Daddy.
Do that for me, won’t you?
A slow beginning, and we’ll see whether it aches you. (And if it does, Puppy, I won’t hesitate. I’ll be at your side as swiftly as my vehicle can carry me. You know I’ve no qualms about closing the shop. You know I would always, always prefer your presence to these dusty walls.)
[ … ]
I spoke of the dagger. I mean—
My. Dagger.
The locus of my magic; carrier of what I sought, and what called to me.
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Why she seems to have made it her mission to destroy the truth of what I am.
[ … ]
I would rather be with you for it. Your present comfort and your holding will sustain me through discussion of her vilest deeds. And I would much prefer to hold you through it, too.
It wasn’t easy on you, Love; I know it. And though I am not without blame, I can certainly give, and I wish to give, what shelter and what comfort I may.
She’s done incalculable damage to us both, Love.
But as you say, we will return to ourselves. Arms wrapped around each other; my lips against your cheek, your ear, in recurrent adorations.
…I’m not certain how far I ought to speak of the dagger without being at your side. To hold you. To keep you steady, if needs be.
I really shouldn’t have mentionedI must have told you, in the ForestWhen you were fracturing. When Regina broke between us. You spoke ofI sometimes wondered if you meant to nod towardWhere in the FUCK is my dagger??[ … ]
It’s uneasy ground, Puppy. You must have known about it in our other world; I worry that speaking of my dagger might strike you raucous.
Tell me, please, if you feel the slightest twinge.
If any word sets alarms ringing in your mind, don’t read whatever follows. Only tell me, message me: Not now, Daddy.
Do that for me, won’t you?
A slow beginning, and we’ll see whether it aches you. (And if it does, Puppy, I won’t hesitate. I’ll be at your side as swiftly as my vehicle can carry me. You know I’ve no qualms about closing the shop. You know I would always, always prefer your presence to these dusty walls.)
[ … ]
I spoke of the dagger. I mean—
My. Dagger.
The locus of my magic; carrier of what I sought, and what called to me.
It is a part of what I am, Love.
[ … ]
How are you feeling?