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if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message

Date: 2023-03-23 03:18 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cozen
I don't know. Maybe not.

[ It had been an offer, or at least a prelude to an offer, to try to pass some of it along. But does he want to, really? Like he said before: he loves Byerly as he is, stormy and sensitive. And the way he learned wasn't painless. He couldn't actually put Byerly through it.

Instead: ]


You've lost everything before, By. More than once. I am not saying that because I expect you to lose it again. I only want you to try to remember it. You don't have to be afraid. You can try to think about it without panic, because you have already shown yourself you can survive worse. The worst things that will ever happen to you—until we die, of course, at the ages of a hundred and a hundred and one—they have already happened. And if anything like it happens again, I will be there, [ with his head tilted back to let By see his cheeky smile, ] so it won't be so bad.

Date: 2023-03-27 09:31 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cozen
[ For a few seconds Bastien has no counter to that—after every awful thing he's done to keep his own, to not be someone who scrapes shit off of anyone's boots for a living, he can hardly say it doesn't matter. ]

You have a lot of things you should be proud of.

[ But isn't, always, the way Bastien thinks he ought to be. Losing one of the few things he is proud of would be a shame. ]

And you can handle this in a way that you can be proud of later. Don't scramble. Keep your head. Listen to people when they talk, don't move too quickly to answer. If you're impatient or you want to show your misery, [ whether through tears or pettiness, ] save it and bring it to me afterwards. They see less of you than I do, but you can make sure what they do see is dignified.

Date: 2023-03-28 02:09 am (UTC)
cozen: (n196)
From: [personal profile] cozen
[ This succinct and accurate summary of his advice causes Bastien’s dance steps to slow and then stop altogether, so he is only standing in the middle of the floor holding Byerly around the waist.

He’s not quite tall enough to press his face into By’s neck. He has to settle for his collarbone. ]

Date: 2023-03-28 02:58 pm (UTC)
cozen: (o003)
From: [personal profile] cozen
[ Bastien nods. By was joking; By was right. In any other situation, Bastien would be appalled to catch himself trying to turn Byerly into him. In this one—he is still appalled, in a more helpless way.

Like he said. He doesn't want By to change. He thinks he might have to anyway.

He resumes some movement. Little steps. Face still pressed to shirt. He can't hear where everyone else is in relation to them, the way he used to, and if he were here with anyone else at all, the disorganized sounds of footsteps nearer and closer would bother him. But Byerly he trusts to watch his back. ]


Do you remember when you made Lord Jauquin so mad he passed out?

[ A cardiac event that is only funny because Jauquin survived (for the time being; fifteen years later, he is the late Jauquin). And because he was an asshole. ]
Edited (calibrating their likely social circle better) Date: 2023-03-28 03:01 pm (UTC)

Date: 2023-03-28 09:15 pm (UTC)
cozen: (n078)
From: [personal profile] cozen
Or at least avoid running into it four times in a row.

[ He turns his head so it's his cheek pressed close instead. He's smiling; it's audible, even if By can't quite see at this angle. The laugh and the back rubs have pulled him back from the precipice of dire. ]

It was great. It was—I like you, you know. You're funny and you're clever and you make everything interesting. Every time we talk for more than a few minutes it becomes a little adventure. What's over that hill, what's in that cave.

Date: 2023-03-30 03:53 am (UTC)
cozen: (n051)
From: [personal profile] cozen
[ A grin, now. ]

I can certainly think of a few people who'd agree that we're acting like children.

[ For example: everyone who's ever had to listen to them carry on over the crystals. ]

But I intend to carry on until we die.

Date: 2023-03-30 08:27 pm (UTC)
cozen: (n053)
From: [personal profile] cozen
Mhm.

[ He smiles. He is all right. On the whole. But, fine, it's kind of a sad smile. ]

I just want you to know that I like you. I don't want you to be me. I don't want you be anything but yourself. It's only—what I want, it's not all that matters.

Date: 2023-03-31 04:16 pm (UTC)
cozen: (n026)
From: [personal profile] cozen
[ The flattering thing would be to say that he would love to be Byerly, in exchange—but he wouldn't. Obviously he wouldn't. He'd have no tolerance for feeling so unhappy so often, for one thing.

So a truer thing, equally or perhaps more cheesy: ]


I would let you be me for a few minutes, I suppose, so you could see how great it is to be with you. But that's it.

[ Gross.

Quiet, though. Still a little melancholy. ]

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