vivicidal | open rp / overflow

Yeah, I suppose so. We're all fine in the end. Have enough scars to prove that.

It wasn't that I was easy, it was that I chose to truly feel for once, and I did. However, we evolve and become. If I have grounded myself now, that's a bit personal. I've certainly found something on the horizon.

Not yet, but maybe one day.

You and me both.

[ He speaks of mental scarring... all physicality faded with the absorption of his first ability. It was almost cathartic. ]

I'll unlock the mystery that shrouds Will yet. If anything, I'm persistent.

Where do you find comfort then?

There’s beauty in scars.

{ He won’t admit full truths, but even between the tidbits there are hints. Some of which he’s not fully aware of, but there’s certainly a tug coming from somewhere. }

If you dig and are disappointed, here’s me making it clear that you might be.

I find comfort in what I shouldn’t. However, quiet moments out at sea is when I get closest. Isolation. My dogs. Maintenance, perhaps.

The stories they tell are boundless.

[ From the mundane to the traumatic, and everything in between. ]

All I have to say to that is... we are each our own worst critics.

Whatever it is you do find comfort in, who says you shouldn't? Take comfort where you can find it.

For some of us, they’re binding.

{ Etching reminders of survival and hidden truths ~~desires~~. }

Fair.

What if I told you I once found comfort in finding ways of killing a friend? Not necessarily ideal, but intrusive thoughts occur. Makes fishing all that more relaxing when I need to clear any brain fog.

Only if you allow them to do so.

I stand by my statement, take comfort where you can find it. Was it at least somewhat cathartic? Better question, does this friend deserve to die in the countless scenarios that you've dreamt up?

Easy said… and the rest is bullshit.

I’ll try. Everything in fantasy is cathartic, much as one can deny it. “Deserve” is a strong word, keeps people thinking they have the sort of power over others. And maybe that’s the appeal, to hold the key to such a decision. I’d say I wanted him dead only by my hand and then not.

Most of all, I’m not sure it would be satisfying to kill him. Motions. That’s all.

True enough.

[ Of course, he refuses to believe that he's still bound by certain scars. ]

Well, at least the thoughts alone brought you comfort... for a time. Is it just the one friend, or do you visualize others?

More like good enough.

{ It's alright, delusion is an all season perfume that's wearable for all. }

I admit my undivided attention has been given to him, probably in ways most don't desire. There's no other like him, not even me. I fall under the same trappings, but in different ways — I do find some people distasteful, but so do many, I assume. So, I've imagined.

I get it, I suppose I feel the same about the man I was talking about earlier.

[ 'feel' became 'felt' for a split second - a close slip, he's technically supposed to be alive out there, somewhere. ]

How is he so different than others?

I’m not sure if it’s the same, but I’ve said enough. I just want to be untethered.

{ which is to indicate, the closest he might admit to how far he may have been willing to go. for now. }

A moth to bright light. Someone like him is to not be underestimated. Something closer to beyond human, if there were ever someone. It’s never about the physical, but what one can do to a psyche. Or I have truly lost my mind.

Fair enough.

Sounds like quite an interesting individual.

[ Easy to interpret one way or another, especially over text. Could be sarcasm, could be intrigue... hard to tell. ]

I shouldn't keep you...

We’re all a bit interesting, including you.

{ The cat found the catnip and now the bag is scratched open. It’s choices from here on out. For now, he’ll leave it tangled and without further inquiry. }

I’ll only disappoint, Peter. Have a good night.

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but perhaps we can bring this one to an end

wrap it up in a lovely coffin