Given that my brother is liable to be in attendance at the wedding and perhaps the party before. And given that [ … ] I hope for and I count upon your own attendance.
[ … ]
I have some inclinations toward tearing the sodden prick a new one regarding his [ … ] engagements with Madeline.
But.
I ask you, Vitaly, whether you’d prefer I refrain from speaking with Deforest on this subject. Beyond the usual perfunctory warning to keep clear of you. I recognize the potential value in giving no sign that I know of your long-drawn marriage. And it may be best to keep from alerting either of them to whatever gears have now begun to turn.
I expect discretion might be advisable in this regard. And there will be occasion down the line to dress my brother down as he requires.
He is, by the by, still scared shitless of you, a fear developed alongside every muscle mass you’ve discovered for yourself. A fear which clearly has done nothing to deter his fuckheadedness in action.
The rancid rot of entrails failed to mention that your marriage still holds. This, despite my having referenced a presumed divorce. [ … ] The shit knew what he was doing.
I understand he’s been thrown over by hisFuck me, are you aware that [ …. ] I hadn’t considered until this moment that
[ … ]
Are [ … ] you aware of the relationship Deforest maintained most recently? An association spanning the past two years or so, ended recently by the [ … ] second party.
[ … ]
I confess myself nearly at the point of rescinding any and all protections I’ve placed on his name. There would be no argument from Delphina, as I suspect you can surmise. Nor would I argue that any penalty is long past due.
[ … ]
There are plans in progress for inflicting a conservatorship. He won’t be pleased; he will also accept it, if he wishes to see a single cent beyond this month.
One way or another, he will be receiving some portion of the comeuppance he’s due.
It ought to have happened long ago, and I won’t feign that it wasn’t my own stubbornmindedness that kept him guarded.
Deforest first, if only to get this terrible subject out of the way. I dislike mingling his name with any talk of Nova or Enri.
[...]
I do know about him and Sheldon. We still speak; we're still friendly. It wasn't his fault, what happened - nor was it mine, save that those were my people. The fucking press, they did wrong by him and I've told him so many times.
Anyhow, it wasn't meant to be. I didn't feel for him the way I thought I should, or would have liked to. I didn't feel for him after a year anything like I feel for Nova after only a week.
I regret this still; he deserves goodness.
I don't think that goodness is what he has in Deforest, but I refrained from mentioning any of this to Sheldon. I didn't tell him about Madeline; perhaps I should have done so.
[...]
Deforest -
No, nothing should be said to him.
Let him have my fucking leftovers. He won't have anything more from me - not even thought. Not time, not emotion.
Certainly not money. I assume that a good deal of that has been funneling into his pocket.
So, whatever you do with him, don't concern yourself with my feelings. I have none, not about him.
[...]
Well, why should I, eh? Maybe he saved me by showing me what she is. Maybe the rest was only a matter of the time that lay between the scales falling from my eyes and the first speaking with Nova.
If I'd been more loyal to Madeline, I wouldn't have continued that conversation.
It isn't forgiveness, but it's cause to ignore him.
And - I think a conservatorship is probably a fine idea. I know you feel bound to him out of fraternal obligation; if things are as troubled as they seem, this is best for your sanity.
He makes you feel like the god you think you are because he brings you flowers, eh?
Do you ever read the things you say and wonder if you've become tame?
[...]
Ah, but I'm teasing.
Darius, I'm happy for you. All that you've said here aligns closely with his own testimonials about your - Daddy's - goodness. He very openly calls you that, I've noticed; it isn't something I recall any of the others doing, when they were permitted to speak. (Another distinction, this: he speaks freely. Quite a lot.)
He mentioned the chapel, as well; do you know he stole that rose for you? I know he stole that rose for you. He's very proud of it, in the way a golden retriever is proud of anything it might do for its owner.
Which I don't say to denigrate him; he says other things, prideful of you in the way one would expect a husband-to-be. Your sobriety, the decision to go to rehabilitation at all, your current stability and calm? He's very proud of you.
He's been good for you, my friend.
[...]
Which was Simon?
[...]
Oh, no, not that one.
Is he still alive?
I hated that one, Darius. You know I did. There was something perverse in him in a way different from the others and your own perversity. I've only ever seen it in the sick-minded.
Not mentally ill.
Sick-minded. People who harm animals for fun, or take pleasure in the suffering of innocents. Deforest and Madel
Well. I'm glad Enri is aware of what he is, and keeps you for himself.
I've spoken further to Nova since my initial message to you. Of course I have.
(I've spoken also with Alice Colling. Thank you, Darius. Truly, thank you.)
I [...]
Nova said something to me that set me reeling in a way no one ever has.
He said he can imagine a day when he raises Sergiy as his son, with me. (I am paraphrasing.) He said this, and I didn't balk, Darius. I didn't recoil in defense like I might have if anyone else had said it.
I had to stop myself from answering unwisely.
But [...] I felt it in my bones that he should have been Nova's son. He should have been ours, together. This man, who I have known little more than a week, but who I love so fully, loves my son.
His own mother doesn't love him. Fucking despicable.
Not to be repeated; this is between us alone.
You're right, what you said of her behavior. She takes care of him specifically because I won't have anything less, because I pay for a caregiver and doctors and education and anything he needs or thinks to ask (within reason.) But he tells me things, Darius.
He rarely sees her. She won't touch him.
He says she doesn't like him.
A six year old boy shouldn't say such things about his mother. He shouldn't know these things.
He's smart, though. He's smart and he knows what she's doing, keeping me from him. I haven't spoken against Madeline where he can hear; I tell him his Mama loves him and he fucking corrects me. "Mother, not Mama." To others, this. 'Mother' when he speaks of her.
I ask him what he calls her when he speaks to her; he only shrugs. He says Deforest is no kinder to
Nevermind this.
I don't understand her. He's a little boy. Why keep him this way if she can't love him, eh? Why -
[...]
Ah, до біса це.
I hope the past two years haven't done him damage. His caregiver, Svetla, she's very good to him. Czech woman, but her mother is from Odesa - a friend of Oleksei's mother.
She speaks Ukrainian and English to him.
If things work for the best, I'll keep her with us if she's willing. He needs normalcy.
I'll stay in New York with him for the same.
[...]
Well, and so he can know his godfather.
Nova has mentioned he might like to live there, also.
And I have mentioned I'll do everything in my power to connect him with his children. [...] I haven't mentioned to him what that might entail, of course. But I wonder if you have any thoughts? You're more familiar with the situation than I.
I'd like to do all I can to bring happiness to both of them. My boys.
[...]
He's hardly a boy, though, my Nova. Ah - I mean he is an adult, not anything other about him. I feel that's a disservice to say it. Some of the things he says, Darius. None of them vulgar, but still I feel myself blushing.
How is his fucking voice so deep??? (How is yours, for that matter?)
3/3
Given that my brother is liable to be in attendance at the wedding and perhaps the party before. And given that [ … ] I hope for and I count upon your own attendance.
[ … ]
I have some inclinations toward tearing the sodden prick a new one regarding his [ … ] engagements with Madeline.
But.
I ask you, Vitaly, whether you’d prefer I refrain from speaking with Deforest on this subject. Beyond the usual perfunctory warning to keep clear of you. I recognize the potential value in giving no sign that I know of your long-drawn marriage. And it may be best to keep from alerting either of them to whatever gears have now begun to turn.
I expect discretion might be advisable in this regard. And there will be occasion down the line to dress my brother down as he requires.
He is, by the by, still scared shitless of you, a fear developed alongside every muscle mass you’ve discovered for yourself. A fear which clearly has done nothing to deter his fuckheadedness in action.
The rancid rot of entrails failed to mention that your marriage still holds. This, despite my having referenced a presumed divorce. [ … ] The shit knew what he was doing.
I understand he’s been thrown over by hisFuck me, are you aware that[ …. ]I hadn’t considered until this moment that[ … ]
Are [ … ] you aware of the relationship Deforest maintained most recently? An association spanning the past two years or so, ended recently by the [ … ] second party.
[ … ]
I confess myself nearly at the point of rescinding any and all protections I’ve placed on his name. There would be no argument from Delphina, as I suspect you can surmise. Nor would I argue that any penalty is long past due.
[ … ]
There are plans in progress for inflicting a conservatorship. He won’t be pleased; he will also accept it, if he wishes to see a single cent beyond this month.
One way or another, he will be receiving some portion of the comeuppance he’s due.
It ought to have happened long ago, and I won’t feign that it wasn’t my own stubbornmindedness that kept him guarded.
Still. His consequences will come home to roost.
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[...]
I do know about him and Sheldon. We still speak; we're still friendly. It wasn't his fault, what happened - nor was it mine, save that those were my people. The fucking press, they did wrong by him and I've told him so many times.
Anyhow, it wasn't meant to be. I didn't feel for him the way I thought I should, or would have liked to. I didn't feel for him after a year anything like I feel for Nova after only a week.
I regret this still; he deserves goodness.
I don't think that goodness is what he has in Deforest, but I refrained from mentioning any of this to Sheldon. I didn't tell him about Madeline; perhaps I should have done so.
[...]
Deforest -
No, nothing should be said to him.
Let him have my fucking leftovers. He won't have anything more from me - not even thought. Not time, not emotion.
Certainly not money. I assume that a good deal of that has been funneling into his pocket.So, whatever you do with him, don't concern yourself with my feelings. I have none, not about him.
[...]
Well, why should I, eh? Maybe he saved me by showing me what she is. Maybe the rest was only a matter of the time that lay between the scales falling from my eyes and the first speaking with Nova.
If I'd been more loyal to Madeline, I wouldn't have continued that conversation.
It isn't forgiveness, but it's cause to ignore him.
And - I think a conservatorship is probably a fine idea. I know you feel bound to him out of fraternal obligation; if things are as troubled as they seem, this is best for your sanity.
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He makes you feel like the god you think you are because he brings you flowers, eh?
Do you ever read the things you say and wonder if you've become tame?
[...]
Ah, but I'm teasing.
Darius, I'm happy for you. All that you've said here aligns closely with his own testimonials about your - Daddy's - goodness. He very openly calls you that, I've noticed; it isn't something I recall any of the others doing, when they were permitted to speak. (Another distinction, this: he speaks freely. Quite a lot.)
He mentioned the chapel, as well; do you know he stole that rose for you? I know he stole that rose for you. He's very proud of it, in the way a golden retriever is proud of anything it might do for its owner.
Which I don't say to denigrate him; he says other things, prideful of you in the way one would expect a husband-to-be. Your sobriety, the decision to go to rehabilitation at all, your current stability and calm? He's very proud of you.
He's been good for you, my friend.
[...]
Which was Simon?
[...]
Oh, no, not that one.
Is he still alive?
I hated that one, Darius. You know I did. There was something perverse in him in a way different from the others and your own perversity. I've only ever seen it in the sick-minded.
Not mentally ill.
Sick-minded. People who harm animals for fun, or take pleasure in the suffering of innocents.
Deforest and MadelWell. I'm glad Enri is aware of what he is, and keeps you for himself.
3/3
(I've spoken also with Alice Colling. Thank you, Darius. Truly, thank you.)
I [...]
Nova said something to me that set me reeling in a way no one ever has.
He said he can imagine a day when he raises Sergiy as his son, with me. (I am paraphrasing.) He said this, and I didn't balk, Darius. I didn't recoil in defense like I might have if anyone else had said it.
I had to stop myself from answering unwisely.
But [...] I felt it in my bones that he should have been Nova's son. He should have been ours, together. This man, who I have known little more than a week, but who I love so fully, loves my son.
His own mother doesn't love him. Fucking despicable.
Not to be repeated; this is between us alone.
You're right, what you said of her behavior. She takes care of him specifically because I won't have anything less, because I pay for a caregiver and doctors and education and anything he needs or thinks to ask (within reason.) But he tells me things, Darius.
He rarely sees her. She won't touch him.
He says she doesn't like him.
A six year old boy shouldn't say such things about his mother. He shouldn't know these things.
He's smart, though. He's smart and he knows what she's doing, keeping me from him. I haven't spoken against Madeline where he can hear; I tell him his Mama loves him and he fucking corrects me. "Mother, not Mama." To others, this. 'Mother' when he speaks of her.
I ask him what he calls her when he speaks to her; he only shrugs.
He says Deforest is no kinder to
Nevermind this.
I don't understand her. He's a little boy. Why keep him this way if she can't love him, eh? Why -
[...]
Ah, до біса це.
I hope the past two years haven't done him damage. His caregiver, Svetla, she's very good to him. Czech woman, but her mother is from Odesa - a friend of Oleksei's mother.
She speaks Ukrainian and English to him.
If things work for the best, I'll keep her with us if she's willing. He needs normalcy.
I'll stay in New York with him for the same.
[...]
Well, and so he can know his godfather.
Nova has mentioned he might like to live there, also.
And I have mentioned I'll do everything in my power to connect him with his children. [...] I haven't mentioned to him what that might entail, of course. But I wonder if you have any thoughts? You're more familiar with the situation than I.
I'd like to do all I can to bring happiness to both of them. My boys.
[...]
He's hardly a boy, though, my Nova. Ah - I mean he is an adult, not anything other about him. I feel that's a disservice to say it. Some of the things he says, Darius. None of them vulgar, but still I feel myself blushing.
How is his fucking voice so deep??? (How is yours, for that matter?)
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Secrets of the tiny bastards.
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