[ He hadn't expected her to actually try to puzzle it out, so the fact that she makes an attempt is rather endearing even though he doesn't really care all that much about what his name means.
It's more of a tool than a part of his identity, in truth. He wasn't thinking about making a new man of himself when he chose it, so much as he was attempting to make himself utterly forgettable.
Truth be told, he still doesn't quite know who he is anymore. He doesn't want to be who he was, but has no firm grasp on who he is becoming either. Then again, it doesn't matter much. He doesn't need to be someone to do what he does. In fact, being no one is better. ]
How about "God is wet and righeous"?
[ Knowing full well that being funny is not his greatest skill, he decides to move along from that attempt with speed. ]
Look, it's none of my business but... what did you mean when you said that man of yours wasn't good to you?
( It may not be his greatest skill, but luckily, it's very easy to make Mallaidh laugh. And it's....the first time? she's heard him even try to crack a joke, so she can't help the little laugh that accompanies her reply to that. It's mostly just...delight that he's even trying, honestly. )
Hey, if God's feeling it, He can be both, I don't see why not.
( It's unfortunate then that her smile's so quick to soften and fade when he asks for details. Of course, he was bound to - and she did agree to answer a question for a question of her own. It's just figuring out how to word her answer so that she doesn't entirely tank the mood that's tentatively settled between them.
Only, the more she explains, the lower she feels her heart sinking. )
Well, ah...the thing is, with what I am, I give creative types the inspiration they might be needing or lacking, in exchange for...love, I suppose is the easiest way to put it. The more they show me and the more sincere it is, the more I give them and the better their work becomes.
The man in question is a writer, and we were together for about a year before I agreed to give him what he wanted, because I was stupid enough to think that things would only get better. I'd had bad experiences before so I thought I'd know if someone...( Shaking her head, she takes a breath. )
The thing is, if things start to wane, I have to stop lending them my magic. It's draining if I get nothing back for it, but in this case he figured out that I was pulling away. He wasn't writing as much, he wasn't liking what he was writing, so he- uh..
( There's details, and then there's details. And those are something she's realising are much happier stuck to the back of her throat. )
...He made me continue to help him, he wouldn't let me leave. And it turns out he wasn't the sort to let threats just be words.
( With a shrug, she swallowed thickly, her heart pounding. )
And I was scared, so...I just stayed with him. ( Quieter, then; ) Not one of my better decisions in recent memory, if I'm bein' honest..
[ 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.
( As frightened as she had been back then, she's thankful that that fear doesn't grip her now as it used to. It's made her wary of falling for anyone else - or at the very least, it's made her believe she's being careful. In reality she's just been avoiding personal relationships more than she usually would, assuming that if every one is at arm's length, then friendship is all that'll occur, and thus, make no room for her to be hurt the same way.
Only, she should know better than that by now. Love happens suddenly and inconveniently and without much notice at all, and before she knows it, she's on the beach with butterflies and alarm bells respectively fluttering and sounding, soft and loud and both utterly insistent.
She slows easily to a stop when he takes her arm, tingles following the touch at her chin. Even she can't see him as clearly as she might like, she can hear the sincerity in his voice, and for a minute she's happy he can't see much of her either. )
I think I'm close to believing that, but it's hard sometimes, that's all...( Quickly wiping at her eyes with her fingertips, she made herself smile, just a little. Just enough to keep her from spiralling. She doesn't want to ruin this - if she hasn't already. )
[ She's crying, and trying to put on a brave face, all because some dirtbag didn't know how to treat a woman (or anyone) right.
John feels a familiar helplessness in his need to make it better, and the knowledge that he isn't sure that he can. ]
Ah, hell...
[ It's not what they usually do, it's certainly on the wrong side of the line he keeps trying to stay on the right side of, but he pulls her into his arms anyway to hold her. Maybe she doesn't really need it, but he does. ]
( While she's a little startled initially, that barely lasts a second. The gesture's a sweet one, regardless of how he maybe means it, and Mallaidh finds she's incapable of letting it be one sided.
Returning most embraces comes naturally to her; she's a very physical person, generally speaking, yet even still, it's surprising to her how easily she returns this particular one. John has of course had a wall up around her since they met, and she's gotten used to that. It's like they've been talking to one another from either side of it, occasionally seeing one another through the odd missing brick here and there.
This feels like they've wandered across a larger break in the wall, and by now, it feels right to linger there a bit, arms coming around a broad back as fingers softly curl into his shirt, still damp from the sea.
So sue her, she wants to enjoy this a bit before he realises what he's doing, and pushes her away to start filling the cracks back in. )
( That surprises her almost as much as the hug; of course, things have changed between them since their first, stormy meeting, but she never quite expected him to say something like that.
That's not to say she doesn't appreciate it, because she sincerely does. So much so that, when she finally pulls away, it's not completely. Just enough for the fingertips of one hand to come up to his jaw, barely touching him as she presses a small kiss to the opposite cheek. )
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Date: 2020-09-26 09:23 pm (UTC)From:It's more of a tool than a part of his identity, in truth. He wasn't thinking about making a new man of himself when he chose it, so much as he was attempting to make himself utterly forgettable.
Truth be told, he still doesn't quite know who he is anymore. He doesn't want to be who he was, but has no firm grasp on who he is becoming either. Then again, it doesn't matter much. He doesn't need to be someone to do what he does. In fact, being no one is better. ]
How about "God is wet and righeous"?
[ Knowing full well that being funny is not his greatest skill, he decides to move along from that attempt with speed. ]
Look, it's none of my business but... what did you mean when you said that man of yours wasn't good to you?
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Date: 2020-09-26 10:13 pm (UTC)From:Hey, if God's feeling it, He can be both, I don't see why not.
( It's unfortunate then that her smile's so quick to soften and fade when he asks for details. Of course, he was bound to - and she did agree to answer a question for a question of her own. It's just figuring out how to word her answer so that she doesn't entirely tank the mood that's tentatively settled between them.
Only, the more she explains, the lower she feels her heart sinking. )
Well, ah...the thing is, with what I am, I give creative types the inspiration they might be needing or lacking, in exchange for...love, I suppose is the easiest way to put it. The more they show me and the more sincere it is, the more I give them and the better their work becomes.
The man in question is a writer, and we were together for about a year before I agreed to give him what he wanted, because I was stupid enough to think that things would only get better. I'd had bad experiences before so I thought I'd know if someone...( Shaking her head, she takes a breath. )
The thing is, if things start to wane, I have to stop lending them my magic. It's draining if I get nothing back for it, but in this case he figured out that I was pulling away. He wasn't writing as much, he wasn't liking what he was writing, so he- uh..
( There's details, and then there's details. And those are something she's realising are much happier stuck to the back of her throat. )
...He made me continue to help him, he wouldn't let me leave. And it turns out he wasn't the sort to let threats just be words.
( With a shrug, she swallowed thickly, her heart pounding. )
And I was scared, so...I just stayed with him. ( Quieter, then; ) Not one of my better decisions in recent memory, if I'm bein' honest..
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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.
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Date: 2020-09-27 12:32 am (UTC)From:( As frightened as she had been back then, she's thankful that that fear doesn't grip her now as it used to. It's made her wary of falling for anyone else - or at the very least, it's made her believe she's being careful. In reality she's just been avoiding personal relationships more than she usually would, assuming that if every one is at arm's length, then friendship is all that'll occur, and thus, make no room for her to be hurt the same way.
Only, she should know better than that by now. Love happens suddenly and inconveniently and without much notice at all, and before she knows it, she's on the beach with butterflies and alarm bells respectively fluttering and sounding, soft and loud and both utterly insistent.
She slows easily to a stop when he takes her arm, tingles following the touch at her chin. Even she can't see him as clearly as she might like, she can hear the sincerity in his voice, and for a minute she's happy he can't see much of her either. )
I think I'm close to believing that, but it's hard sometimes, that's all...( Quickly wiping at her eyes with her fingertips, she made herself smile, just a little. Just enough to keep her from spiralling. She doesn't want to ruin this - if she hasn't already. )
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Date: 2020-10-02 07:03 pm (UTC)From:John feels a familiar helplessness in his need to make it better, and the knowledge that he isn't sure that he can. ]
Ah, hell...
[ It's not what they usually do, it's certainly on the wrong side of the line he keeps trying to stay on the right side of, but he pulls her into his arms anyway to hold her. Maybe she doesn't really need it, but he does. ]
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Date: 2020-10-03 12:28 am (UTC)From:( While she's a little startled initially, that barely lasts a second. The gesture's a sweet one, regardless of how he maybe means it, and Mallaidh finds she's incapable of letting it be one sided.
Returning most embraces comes naturally to her; she's a very physical person, generally speaking, yet even still, it's surprising to her how easily she returns this particular one. John has of course had a wall up around her since they met, and she's gotten used to that. It's like they've been talking to one another from either side of it, occasionally seeing one another through the odd missing brick here and there.
This feels like they've wandered across a larger break in the wall, and by now, it feels right to linger there a bit, arms coming around a broad back as fingers softly curl into his shirt, still damp from the sea.
So sue her, she wants to enjoy this a bit before he realises what he's doing, and pushes her away to start filling the cracks back in. )
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Date: 2020-10-05 07:47 pm (UTC)From:[ He speaks in a low growl, his arms tightening around Mallaidh as if to shield her from anything that might try to hurt her. ]
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Date: 2020-10-05 08:50 pm (UTC)From:( That surprises her almost as much as the hug; of course, things have changed between them since their first, stormy meeting, but she never quite expected him to say something like that.
That's not to say she doesn't appreciate it, because she sincerely does. So much so that, when she finally pulls away, it's not completely. Just enough for the fingertips of one hand to come up to his jaw, barely touching him as she presses a small kiss to the opposite cheek. )