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our parts are slightly used
Title: our parts are slightly used
Fandom: Mogeko Castle, The Gray Garden
Character(s): Yonaka, Ivlis
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 505
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Scars, mental and physical.
Notes: I should sleep.
Yonaka’s scars are mental.
The obvious lingering trauma is with Mogekos. Even though Yonaka knows that most of the Mogekos in Ivlis’s world are escaped defects, that doesn’t keep her from freezing up the moment she sees one. She adamantly refuses missions that involve dealing with them: those are assigned to Emalf instead, though both Ivlis and Yonaka know his track record is subpar. It’s just the way things have to be, or else there will be knives and stabbing just for her peace of mind.
Ivlis doesn’t necessarily discourage knives and stabbing, but there’s a time and place for those.
Less obvious is the scar that comes up when Poemi drags her father over to look at the remains of her toys. Yonaka follows behind, even though Ivlis has told her something of what Poemi’s playtime is like. Description doesn’t do the gore of the scene justice, and Yonaka whispers, “Excuse me,” before bolting back the way they came.
Ivlis finds her again, curled up on the floor, her face almost as pale as his. She only stops shaking when he puts a hand on her shoulder, and though he doesn’t ask, she manages a brief explanation: “When Brother killed our parents, they looked… they looked just like that.”
Yonaka and Poemi normally get along well enough, but Ivlis makes sure to keep Yonaka away from Poemi’s playrooms after that.
Ivlis’s scars are physical, but they aren’t the only scars he has.
He’s reluctant to take his shirt off the first time Yonaka suggests that maybe she would like him to do that, and she backs off immediately. She doesn’t bring it up again on her own, and their physical intimacy works its way around that stage so that she sleeps with him many times without seeing him shirtless.
It’s much later that he’s able to mumble, “Do not say anything,” with his hands on the bottom hem of his shirt. He pulls it off in one motion, before he can change his mind.
Yonaka doesn’t say anything. She brushes the scars on his chest with her fingertips, then lays a soft kiss over each of them.
‘I love you no matter what happens to you,’ she’s said before. At the time she said it about Satanick and Reficul’s torments of him, but this is far worse, far closer to his heart.
Ivlis shuts his eyes so that he can’t see the look on her face and starts telling her the story he’s only told Rieta before. It’s a painful story to recall, with more sting to it than the ache of an old wound.
She waits until after he’s done talking to hug him. He doesn’t hug her back for at least three seconds, and he doesn’t tear up for at least twice as long. He can be proud of that. He has so little to be proud of.
“Scars aren’t bad things, really,” she says later, trying to sound like she’s only musing to herself and failing. “Scars are for survivors.”
Fandom: Mogeko Castle, The Gray Garden
Character(s): Yonaka, Ivlis
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 505
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Scars, mental and physical.
Notes: I should sleep.
Yonaka’s scars are mental.
The obvious lingering trauma is with Mogekos. Even though Yonaka knows that most of the Mogekos in Ivlis’s world are escaped defects, that doesn’t keep her from freezing up the moment she sees one. She adamantly refuses missions that involve dealing with them: those are assigned to Emalf instead, though both Ivlis and Yonaka know his track record is subpar. It’s just the way things have to be, or else there will be knives and stabbing just for her peace of mind.
Ivlis doesn’t necessarily discourage knives and stabbing, but there’s a time and place for those.
Less obvious is the scar that comes up when Poemi drags her father over to look at the remains of her toys. Yonaka follows behind, even though Ivlis has told her something of what Poemi’s playtime is like. Description doesn’t do the gore of the scene justice, and Yonaka whispers, “Excuse me,” before bolting back the way they came.
Ivlis finds her again, curled up on the floor, her face almost as pale as his. She only stops shaking when he puts a hand on her shoulder, and though he doesn’t ask, she manages a brief explanation: “When Brother killed our parents, they looked… they looked just like that.”
Yonaka and Poemi normally get along well enough, but Ivlis makes sure to keep Yonaka away from Poemi’s playrooms after that.
Ivlis’s scars are physical, but they aren’t the only scars he has.
He’s reluctant to take his shirt off the first time Yonaka suggests that maybe she would like him to do that, and she backs off immediately. She doesn’t bring it up again on her own, and their physical intimacy works its way around that stage so that she sleeps with him many times without seeing him shirtless.
It’s much later that he’s able to mumble, “Do not say anything,” with his hands on the bottom hem of his shirt. He pulls it off in one motion, before he can change his mind.
Yonaka doesn’t say anything. She brushes the scars on his chest with her fingertips, then lays a soft kiss over each of them.
‘I love you no matter what happens to you,’ she’s said before. At the time she said it about Satanick and Reficul’s torments of him, but this is far worse, far closer to his heart.
Ivlis shuts his eyes so that he can’t see the look on her face and starts telling her the story he’s only told Rieta before. It’s a painful story to recall, with more sting to it than the ache of an old wound.
She waits until after he’s done talking to hug him. He doesn’t hug her back for at least three seconds, and he doesn’t tear up for at least twice as long. He can be proud of that. He has so little to be proud of.
“Scars aren’t bad things, really,” she says later, trying to sound like she’s only musing to herself and failing. “Scars are for survivors.”