[ John's hands clench into tight fists as he listens, his jaw hurting from the tension gathering there with nowhere else to go since that piece of shit writer isn't around to knee in the groin.
He knows only too well the pain in her voice. He has felt it, and heard it in that of many of his children. The knowledge that you were not really ever a person, but a valuable commodity. That you might be treated with kidness, yes, perhaps even feel like you were treasured for a time, but it was never really about you at all.
The shame you feel about ever having thought it might have been.
So he stops, gently taking hold of her arm so that he can turn her toward him. He's careful, because of what she said about the man threatening her, and he doesn't want to scare her.
It's dark, but he can only hope that the moon will illuminate him enough so that she can see the sincerity in his eyes when he grips her chin to turn her face up to his. ]
You're not to blame, petal. And you're not stupid. You have a giving heart, is all. He is to blame for not cherishing it, and for wanting to cheat his way into fame because he doesn't have enough soul in him to create something real.
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Date: 2020-09-26 10:47 pm (UTC)From:He knows only too well the pain in her voice. He has felt it, and heard it in that of many of his children. The knowledge that you were not really ever a person, but a valuable commodity. That you might be treated with kidness, yes, perhaps even feel like you were treasured for a time, but it was never really about you at all.
The shame you feel about ever having thought it might have been.
So he stops, gently taking hold of her arm so that he can turn her toward him. He's careful, because of what she said about the man threatening her, and he doesn't want to scare her.
It's dark, but he can only hope that the moon will illuminate him enough so that she can see the sincerity in his eyes when he grips her chin to turn her face up to his. ]
You're not to blame, petal. And you're not stupid. You have a giving heart, is all. He is to blame for not cherishing it, and for wanting to cheat his way into fame because he doesn't have enough soul in him to create something real.