That is a surprise. And it hurts, in that old scabby spot where everything Arthur tends to hurt.
I... I told him to send me back to the Dreamlands and he said if he sent me anywhere it would be to-- He couldn't do it anyway, he lied, but. He didn't promise me that.
John-scritches are a goddamn soporific. It's only the amount of practice he's had at keeping this shape that keeps him from going squishYallow as he settles against his brother. Safe. It's his favorite feeling. That he can say with confidence.
...which is when the rest of John's point clicks, sort of.
Arthur... thought he was saving his friend from a monster. Thought he was rescuing someone he loves. And he got me instead.
And- I can't say he's told me this, it's just a guess...
A short pause as he looks down at his brother.
He probably called you Yellow because he needed something to call you, but you weren't John 'yet'.
He keeps petting and scritching and keeps his voice low and steady.
Choosing the name John was an important part of becoming who I am, being someone who was different from the King in Yellow. It was a choice in and of itself. And if you were ever going to grow into someone, you needed the chance to make that choice.
He looks down.
A seed isn't better than a plant. But they have different names for a reason.
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That is a surprise. And it hurts, in that old scabby spot where everything Arthur tends to hurt.
I... I told him to send me back to the Dreamlands and he said if he sent me anywhere it would be to-- He couldn't do it anyway, he lied, but. He didn't promise me that.
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Remember when I said he was full of shit?
Because he's getting the feeling that Edwin thinks that Arthur's threats are honest.
No matter what he said, he wouldn't have done that. He was probably trying to control you or make you cooperate.
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That was pretty explicitly part of the deal. 'Do as I say, or else.'
He slowly shapes himself back into the cat-squirrel-thing he tends to occupy, leaning against John as hard as he can.
I don't understand why he lies. I-I mean I do, I understand why lies can be useful, but...
But, but, but. Lies are so fucking much to keep track of, fam.
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It's a tool. He's used it effectively before.
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...which is when the rest of John's point clicks, sort of.
Arthur... thought he was saving his friend from a monster. Thought he was rescuing someone he loves. And he got me instead.
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John nods.
And- I can't say he's told me this, it's just a guess...
A short pause as he looks down at his brother.
He probably called you Yellow because he needed something to call you, but you weren't John 'yet'.
He keeps petting and scritching and keeps his voice low and steady.
Choosing the name John was an important part of becoming who I am, being someone who was different from the King in Yellow. It was a choice in and of itself. And if you were ever going to grow into someone, you needed the chance to make that choice.
He looks down.
A seed isn't better than a plant. But they have different names for a reason.
He smiles a little.
I'm glad you're Edwin. My brother.
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Aloud, since it won't carry all the complicated everything he's suddenly feeling:
"I-I like Mucha."
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"I do too. They're both good."