Harry’s new memories still whisper to him about the soft tissues of the chest, the sacred symmetry of lungs. Breaths. The body as a temple, a message, a vessel. But Harry’s body is a collapsing tenement in Jamrock. Harry’s body is rubble. The Perikarnassian is traditionally depicted as a young man, with molten gold pouring out of his mouth. Harry's body is an old man, standing outside an apartment building in Bavan, sucking down a cigarette to the filter.
VOLITION - (Focus.)
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He stares at a cheap door. He could totally kick this shit to pieces if he had to- but he doesn’t because he’s making a house call and not conducting some kind of raid. He sent Jean a courtesy message on the network. ‘I’m bringing food.' And then left the house before Jean could reply telling him to fuck off. Dolores Dei is a dirty whore bleeding out in the filthy street. A brown bag wrapped bundle is secure under his arm.
COMPOSURE - (Get yourself together. You’ve done this before.)
ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (So here’s what's gonna happen. You’ll go in there. You’re going to feed him. Or wake him up if he’s not awake, and then feed him.)
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - (Don’t try to feed him while he’s asleep you’ll block his airways.)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (Like he did! With his hands! I know you remember that one, Harry.)
HALF LIGHT - (And he’s going to bitch you out. A lot. Regardless.)
EMPATHY - (That’s basically inevitable, but you love him. And he needs to eat. He could hurt someone if he doesn’t. It’s not just his own health on the line anymore.
COMPOSURE - (He’s Jean. He’s going to be Jean. Somewhere after being totally bitched out, you’ll move on to the uncomfortable silences, and making sure he eats while you watch him, so somewhere in there. You can tell him you like men too now.)
PERCEPTION - (He’ll see the earrings right away. You don’t have to point those out.)
After staring in silence at Jean’s closed door for nearly sixty seconds, he knocks.
4/28 cw: identity fragmentation, misogyny, religious delusions
VOLITION - (Focus.)
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He stares at a cheap door. He could totally kick this shit to pieces if he had to- but he doesn’t because he’s making a house call and not conducting some kind of raid. He sent Jean a courtesy message on the network. ‘I’m bringing food.' And then left the house before Jean could reply telling him to fuck off. Dolores Dei is a dirty whore bleeding out in the filthy street. A brown bag wrapped bundle is secure under his arm.
COMPOSURE - (Get yourself together. You’ve done this before.)
ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (So here’s what's gonna happen. You’ll go in there. You’re going to feed him. Or wake him up if he’s not awake, and then feed him.)
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - (Don’t try to feed him while he’s asleep you’ll block his airways.)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (Like he did! With his hands! I know you remember that one, Harry.)
HALF LIGHT - (And he’s going to bitch you out. A lot. Regardless.)
EMPATHY - (That’s basically inevitable, but you love him. And he needs to eat. He could hurt someone if he doesn’t. It’s not just his own health on the line anymore.
COMPOSURE - (He’s Jean. He’s going to be Jean. Somewhere after being totally bitched out, you’ll move on to the uncomfortable silences, and making sure he eats while you watch him, so somewhere in there. You can tell him you like men too now.)
PERCEPTION - (He’ll see the earrings right away. You don’t have to point those out.)
After staring in silence at Jean’s closed door for nearly sixty seconds, he knocks.
Then he knocks harder.