...sometimes he'll have accidents, but Daddy will believe him when he says they aren't his fault, and will get him all cleaned up right away, yes he will, he won't make Stevie sleep in his own filth just to teach him a lesson he already learned, oh no—"
Oh, boy. I was expecting some sort of backstory like this, but it's still shocking when you get right to it. Poor little Stephen.
Jon opened his mouth and closed it a couple of times. He had only been half-listening, and Stephen looked so nonchalant—he must have heard wrong. "Uh, where's the towel?" he asked at last.
I'm guessing that, before too long, Jon's going to figure out that he can't reliably use Stephen's reaction (or lack thereof) to something he said as a reference point. (The thing you mentioned about Stephen not listening to what he's saying is definitely in full play here...)
There was no mistaking it. George's mouth was open in a wide toothless baby smile, one that dimpled his cheeks and put sparkles in his eyes.
And opposite him, Stephen's face had lit up as if a cloud had broken and the sun burst through.
This is absolutely adorable. It's nice that Stephen gets a little moment of joy in the middle of his struggles.
When the other man spoke, it was low, sultry. "Oh, I'll let you do more than that."
With one last smouldering look in Jon's direction, he lowered his lashes and drew two long fingers into his mouth.
Oh, dear.
"—and I want you to do it all to me and then I want you to hold me down and invade me and I want you to leave me bruised and raw and spent and I want to follow you around and I want you to buy me presents and I want you to watch me and clap for me every night and I want you to bend me over my desk and pound me like a cheap side of meat and I want you to praise me when I'm good and I want you to forgive me when I'm bad and I want to make you scream without this voice in my head telling me that I'm dirty and I want to be near you without being told that I'm a nuisance and I want to stop feeling guilty and I want to stop feeling scared!"
Tyrone and the little boy alternating at once? Wow. Guess this is going to make it pretty well impossible for Stephen to hide the extent of his DID from Jon.
"Did he hurt you?" breathed Stephen, a flash of wildness in his eyes. "Because if he hurt you, I will kill him."
Oh, BOY. What a place to leave it! It'll be interesting to see how Jon responds to what's just happened, because by any method of reckoning, this is a Big Deal. Great chapter, as always!
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Oh, boy. I was expecting some sort of backstory like this, but it's still shocking when you get right to it. Poor little Stephen.
Jon opened his mouth and closed it a couple of times. He had only been half-listening, and Stephen looked so nonchalant—he must have heard wrong. "Uh, where's the towel?" he asked at last.
I'm guessing that, before too long, Jon's going to figure out that he can't reliably use Stephen's reaction (or lack thereof) to something he said as a reference point. (The thing you mentioned about Stephen not listening to what he's saying is definitely in full play here...)
There was no mistaking it. George's mouth was open in a wide toothless baby smile, one that dimpled his cheeks and put sparkles in his eyes.
And opposite him, Stephen's face had lit up as if a cloud had broken and the sun burst through.
This is absolutely adorable. It's nice that Stephen gets a little moment of joy in the middle of his struggles.
When the other man spoke, it was low, sultry. "Oh, I'll let you do more than that."
With one last smouldering look in Jon's direction, he lowered his lashes and drew two long fingers into his mouth.
Oh, dear.
"—and I want you to do it all to me and then I want you to hold me down and invade me and I want you to leave me bruised and raw and spent and I want to follow you around and I want you to buy me presents and I want you to watch me and clap for me every night and I want you to bend me over my desk and pound me like a cheap side of meat and I want you to praise me when I'm good and I want you to forgive me when I'm bad and I want to make you scream without this voice in my head telling me that I'm dirty and I want to be near you without being told that I'm a nuisance and I want to stop feeling guilty and I want to stop feeling scared!"
Tyrone and the little boy alternating at once? Wow. Guess this is going to make it pretty well impossible for Stephen to hide the extent of his DID from Jon.
"Did he hurt you?" breathed Stephen, a flash of wildness in his eyes. "Because if he hurt you, I will kill him."
Oh, BOY. What a place to leave it! It'll be interesting to see how Jon responds to what's just happened, because by any method of reckoning, this is a Big Deal. Great chapter, as always!
(Oh, and you've likely seen this, but I've put up the fic you requested--http://community.livejournal.com/fakenews_fanfic/1091020.html)