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Mar. 2nd, 2014 06:53 pm
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[He's been mulling this over since he met Hannibal, really.]

What was the first turning point in your life? Do you even remember who your real heroes were, when you were a kid? Or maybe some people do actually idolize their parents. For me, the only idols are the ones who can't become real, but it's been pointed out to me before that it's possible to worship someone in spite of their faults.

Date: 2014-03-03 02:35 am (UTC)
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When I were a little girl, there was - 'is name was Dick, and 'e was a highwayman. And I'd've done anything. Anything. To convince 'im I were worth keeping around. To let me follow 'im. And I did, 'cause I'm better at convincing than I knew back then.

Dick turned out to be... well, a bit of a dick, in the finish. But the things I loved in 'im; the freedom and adventure and the way 'e smiled. Well. Some things stick a long time, don't they?

Date: 2014-03-03 02:48 am (UTC)
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[She snorts.]

That little tit never created anything. I just didn't know enough to know pink slime from steak. Dick were the most alive thing in my universe, back then, though.

Date: 2014-03-03 02:59 am (UTC)
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[She's talking from the lab, her communicator propped on the beetle tank where she can look into it while she fiddles with chicken genome data; so it's not switched off, though Iris startles pleasantly to hear the Boy's voice.]

That were when I found the bus. I started the engine and never looked back.

[She says this with a particular knowing grin, fairly certain he'll recognise that coping strategy.]

...'Ave you read Gormenghast, at all?

Date: 2014-03-03 03:09 am (UTC)
routemistress: (devil)
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'Cause it's a pretty accurate snapshot of where I grew up. Not, you know, details accurate, but the flavour, the way Wherewithal House were. A place so mouldered and dry and unchanging that breathing the air made me want to scream or punch someone.

Dick might've been pink slime, but 'e looked so good set against that old dust.

Date: 2014-03-03 03:17 am (UTC)
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A poor substitute for a real thing? You?

...I 'ave a problem believing that, my love.

Date: 2014-03-03 03:55 pm (UTC)
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[She winces a little in sympathy.]

It's 'ard not to blame yourself for a thing like that. I know. But you can't live your life according to what other people need. Can you?

Date: 2014-03-03 05:54 pm (UTC)
routemistress: (devil)
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...Was it only putting faith in you?

Or was it expecting you to give 'er life meaning?

Date: 2014-03-03 05:58 pm (UTC)
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No one's got the right to ask that of another person. To make you complicit in 'er self-destruction. That's not 'ow love works and you know it.

Date: 2014-03-03 06:15 pm (UTC)
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Ah. We're back full circle there, aren't we? It's not the person so much as what they represent.

...I've got a. A friend. An old friend. 'E gets this a lot. 'E's a man people trust without ever asking why. Another Pied Piper. Spends 'is lives clearing other people's rat problems. And I wonder sometimes if that's what 'e wanted, when 'e set out into the multiverse, or if 'e just can't bear not to live up to other folks' expectations.

Date: 2014-03-07 11:35 pm (UTC)
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[She's wearing a soft, fond smile that's entirely unrooted in the present.]

To be fair to 'im, 'e's very good at living up to it. Cleared up more messes than 'e ever made. But you're not wrong. I've seen it wear on 'im, over the centuries.

[And then she grins, distracted.]

Just about everyone 'ere is fiction somewhere. That's one of the reasons I love it so.
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Date: 2014-03-10 02:36 pm (UTC)
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[She laughs, then; not mocking, but in amused pleasure at his admission. It got to be boring.]

I'll always love you for your honesty, my Piper. You're not wrong, either. But there's another side to entropy; it's the compost new things grow out of, after all. Fresh time, new space. An infinity of second chances.

[Maybe it's her own optimistic phrasing that reminds her; but she was working up to this conversation anyway. Iris switches to text, partly because he's deaf but mostly so no one has to look at her face while she ...she doesn't want to think of it as a betrayal, but it feels horribly like one to her.]

[private/text]

need to talk to you about Harvey. how much do you remember from the mirror flood?

...also - I don't have the right to ask you to keep quiet about me speaking to you. But I ask it anyway.
Edited Date: 2014-03-10 02:37 pm (UTC)

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Date: 2014-03-10 02:49 pm (UTC)
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no. no. hell, no. I did. The person I was in that flood, I mean.

Which I won't claim wasn't me. She is. And I could claim she meant no real harm, but that's disingenuous as fuck and not relevant. She harmed him a great deal, and she did it from inside his head, while calling it love.

He's falling apart and it's my fault. The other day he suggested I edit his memories. Just...take the whole episode away like it never happened.

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Date: 2014-03-10 03:26 pm (UTC)
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I suspect he means the entire relationship. There were places in it where she didn't abuse the power she had over him, but there were many more where she did.

...she did love him. Still does. That's the sickest part of it, in some ways. I don't offer it as ...I know it excuses nothing. Makes it worse, if anything.

She would play with him. She'd make him forget things; she told herself it was to make it easier, to give him a space free from his past. I can remember the self-justification. It's nauseating, in hindsight, but she made herself believe it. That he could be all right if only he would let her do his thinking and deciding for him.

Actually, there was no let, no consent asked or given. She just reached in and ordered things how she saw fit and left him with the pieces.

Piper, this can't be fixed, this can't be undone. I told him I'd wipe the memory if he asks it of me; but I can't make myself believe piling abuse on top of abuse is ever going to make anything better. I just can't.

I don't know what to do.
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