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handofsilver) wrote2025-10-30 10:11 am
handofsilver) wrote2025-10-30 10:11 am
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"Speak your piece and I shall return your message in good time."
"Speak your piece and I shall return your message in good time."
"Speak your piece and I shall return your message in good time."
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Incapacitation would be the worst fate for her ilk. Chaos desires to move - to create more of its kind. If she is chained, head and foot, she cannot continue her mission.
(Celebrimbor scratches his cheek bashfully, nodding slowly.)
I know what it is like to love...or to think I loved...and only be abused and used in return. He cannot mimic the actions of his abuser. He must rise above him.
(For Curufin's sake and for Yukari's own. His eyes are a darkened silver when he looks at his father again.)
Would it help...if I told him of...my experience?
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Even so. The demonic kind are dynamic, as we know. Being immobilized would not only prevent her doing the same thing again, it would profoundly frustrate her. We'll talk more of this option after the Sewing Shop is safely warded.
[ He looks on Cel's face with love and sympathy. ] Yes, you know well what it is like to be attached to a deceiver and a user. And I think you are right. Part of Yukari's attachment to Chaos has to do with imitating his abuser, maybe even without knowing that that is what he is doing. I do not have that experience, so I must defer to your knowledge, my son. But I second that: he must make another choice, for healing does not lie in wounding others. And in fact, he has been searching for alternatives.
[ Oh, that shy gesture! Curufin smiles with tenderness and takes Cel's arm and starts up the spiral ramp walk that leads up to the ground level of the housing complex. It will be nice to get out into the neighborhood, into the sunshine, hot as it is. But at the moment, there is only one sun in the sky, and it is recently risen, so the temperature is acceptable. There is a fresh breeze blowing. ]
[ He looks into those darkened silver eyes. Now they look something like Curufin's, except Curufin's are always like that. ] If you are willing to speak to him of your experiences, perhaps it might help. I would be grateful. And. . . maybe it would help you, too.