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steahl_npc) wrote2016-01-01 12:25 am
steahl_npc) wrote2016-01-01 12:25 am
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Just a little note...
Who: Jason and a piece of paper
When: Several months after he survived Becca.
What: Did he really think it was over?
As far as such things went it didn't seem dangerous, not at all. Just a plain letter, in a plain envelope, the post mark was local and it arrived as any other letter would: through his mail slot. At his new home.
It was clearly for him, addressed in a heavy pen, Jason Murdock. Nothing to be afraid of. The return address was a PO Box. Bills maybe?
Hell, they both knew he'd open it.
My dear Jason,
How else could it start really?
I know I should start with 'I'm sorry' but the sad truth is...I'm not. I wanted us to have something else. Something beyond, and this world...treated you so poorly. They didn't look at you and see all the glory I did. They saw a blind boy from the Kitchen and they dismissed him. Can you blame me for being angry at them? For wanting more for you?
I know where you are now. A mean, cramped little apartment and really is that where you should be? I bet you have a job far below you. A place where you're yelled at and abused just like any other kid would be.
You're not just any kid from the kitchen though.
I know you. You're lovable. I bet you caught the eye of a girl nearby, probably someone in your building. I bet she got you a job so you could be close and that means she wants you, Jason, but does she want all of you? Your body is amazing, we both know you keep it in shape, but you're not just a body love, nor a warm presence in bed. You're so much more.
I miss you, you know. The bed here is cold and empty when I curl up at night just like I know yours is. I know you're waiting, even if you can't forgive me yet. Even if you don't visit, you and I both know i love every aspect of you. You're my knight.
Somehow I know you've begun doubting. I know you you've probably traced that girl you grew up with, Rachel, and I know you've thought about trying to play on that childhood friendship. She'd take you, you know, how could she not? But you couldn't be yourself. She needs a white knight. Someone naive and gentle.
We both know you're shadowed, love. You need to control, and dominate, and someone like her couldn't handle you throwing her against a wall and pinning. Me? I liked it. Power, my love, is just a part of you. You're a black knight and a good one, able to be gentle and rough in turns and that is exhilarating. Do you think to call me sick because I admit that? That you could get me worked up by merely wrapping your hands in my hair?
I don't see it that way. I see us as well matched. Who else could take it and love you after all? My dark hero. I was never naive, and you? You needed acceptance and I gave you that. Whole and true, every aspect of you.
You don't have to live as you do now. It's not a sentence, a punishment for living when we could have left this world behind. You're mine, love, and I yours, you just have to meet my accountant and he will give you keys to our apartment in the city. Not that campus slumming, not that kitchen hell hole. Ours. Safe and good and without you needing to slave away to 'prove' yourself. You never needed to prove you were better my love, I always knew you were.
Faithfully yours,
Becca.
When: Several months after he survived Becca.
What: Did he really think it was over?
As far as such things went it didn't seem dangerous, not at all. Just a plain letter, in a plain envelope, the post mark was local and it arrived as any other letter would: through his mail slot. At his new home.
It was clearly for him, addressed in a heavy pen, Jason Murdock. Nothing to be afraid of. The return address was a PO Box. Bills maybe?
Hell, they both knew he'd open it.
My dear Jason,
How else could it start really?
I know I should start with 'I'm sorry' but the sad truth is...I'm not. I wanted us to have something else. Something beyond, and this world...treated you so poorly. They didn't look at you and see all the glory I did. They saw a blind boy from the Kitchen and they dismissed him. Can you blame me for being angry at them? For wanting more for you?
I know where you are now. A mean, cramped little apartment and really is that where you should be? I bet you have a job far below you. A place where you're yelled at and abused just like any other kid would be.
You're not just any kid from the kitchen though.
I know you. You're lovable. I bet you caught the eye of a girl nearby, probably someone in your building. I bet she got you a job so you could be close and that means she wants you, Jason, but does she want all of you? Your body is amazing, we both know you keep it in shape, but you're not just a body love, nor a warm presence in bed. You're so much more.
I miss you, you know. The bed here is cold and empty when I curl up at night just like I know yours is. I know you're waiting, even if you can't forgive me yet. Even if you don't visit, you and I both know i love every aspect of you. You're my knight.
Somehow I know you've begun doubting. I know you you've probably traced that girl you grew up with, Rachel, and I know you've thought about trying to play on that childhood friendship. She'd take you, you know, how could she not? But you couldn't be yourself. She needs a white knight. Someone naive and gentle.
We both know you're shadowed, love. You need to control, and dominate, and someone like her couldn't handle you throwing her against a wall and pinning. Me? I liked it. Power, my love, is just a part of you. You're a black knight and a good one, able to be gentle and rough in turns and that is exhilarating. Do you think to call me sick because I admit that? That you could get me worked up by merely wrapping your hands in my hair?
I don't see it that way. I see us as well matched. Who else could take it and love you after all? My dark hero. I was never naive, and you? You needed acceptance and I gave you that. Whole and true, every aspect of you.
You don't have to live as you do now. It's not a sentence, a punishment for living when we could have left this world behind. You're mine, love, and I yours, you just have to meet my accountant and he will give you keys to our apartment in the city. Not that campus slumming, not that kitchen hell hole. Ours. Safe and good and without you needing to slave away to 'prove' yourself. You never needed to prove you were better my love, I always knew you were.
Faithfully yours,
Becca.