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ian yorkland | kyoryublack ([personal profile] takeashotatlove) wrote2014-11-15 04:34 am

whoops my hand slipped // la la la la la (not) therapy

[After an almost four month absence, Ian might be here, but he's not looking too thrilled about it.]
gunmanoflove: (Samba?)

[personal profile] gunmanoflove 2014-11-15 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
[what is he even doing here

what is this

why]


...

[...There's no real point in hiding anything, but Ian offers a cheery smile regardless. The tense discomfort of his muscles is smoothly replaced by languid, casual movements and hey, pull up a seat, other-Ian, while Ian very deliberately tries to look like he's not trying to look like he'd rather be anywhere else. He volunteered for this after all, so better suck it up and stick with it. At least he can trust that he probably won't be called out on how dishonest he's being right now.]

Coffee?

[Because he's going to need one.]
gunmanoflove: (Eat a bag of dicks)

[personal profile] gunmanoflove 2014-11-15 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Sure, man, let's be awkward about this. Whatever floats your boat.]

Ah, what was that? I couldn't hear you over this tense atmosphere.

[Pointedly. He knows you have a voice, Ian, so use it.]
gunmanoflove: (ohhhh you did NOT)

[personal profile] gunmanoflove 2014-11-15 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
[He knows better than to expect anything even resembling happiness, but hey he could at least give a token attempt at faking it.

Still, Ian shrugs with an easy lift of his shoulders. He could be more annoying about this; he could press his other self into telling him how he likes his coffee, he could coax a 'please' or 'thank you' from him, he could make a comment about which one of them was the host here...

...But his other self isn't in the greatest state and Ian knows that, so he leaves it. It's only a short moment before he's placing a coffee down in front of his other self, and a short second after that he's sliding into his own chair. It's habit that causes his legs to cross, and though his position is much the same as his other self's, it's unmistakable that Ian's body language is much more open.

He blows on his coffee carefully, watching the stream wisp away before taking a short sip. It's hot and bitter, and the warm cup in his hands goes a long way in settling Ian's nerves. He's here for a reason, he just has to... figure out how to accomplish what he wants.]


This is my first time doing something like this, so you'll have to be gentle with me if I'm lacking in ability.

[--Because a little innuendo never hurt, especially in uncomfortable situations, and it's true.]
gunmanoflove: (talking about shiro aren't we)

[personal profile] gunmanoflove 2014-11-15 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
I don't believe that.

[It's alright, because other-Ian isn't the only Ian who is remaining fixated on his coffee. It's easier to talk if he doesn't have to look at himself while he does it.

Ian takes another sip of his coffee, carefully choosing his next words. This is a loaded conversation, and not one he's entirely convinced he's the best choice for, but he's determined to at least try.]


It's... the same feeling as back then, isn't it?

[With Shiro. Except... Doubled. Tripled, really, if the hurt from Shiro is still fresh and--ouch, really.]
gunmanoflove: (shut up or i'll shoot)

[personal profile] gunmanoflove 2014-11-15 11:06 am (UTC)(link)
That's a lie. We both know that if you didn't feel, you wouldn't be here.

[And by the same token, there has to be a part of him that wants to be able to talk about things. Pity, then, that he's getting stuck with himself for it. Because Ian is sure they both know just how much he likes talking about these things. In direct complement to his other self's voice, Ian's tone is smooth; it's the small lilt to his words that set it apart from the cool tone other-Ian has taken, making his a bit friendlier.]

We both know there's no point in pretences here, don't we?

[And it's here that Ian finally glances up from his coffee, to look seriously at his other self. It's uncomfortable to do so, and he wants nothing more than to just go back to staring into his coffee - but he's got to get his point across somehow.]
gunmanoflove: (why though)

[personal profile] gunmanoflove 2014-11-15 11:26 am (UTC)(link)
[A quirk of an eyebrow is the only answer Ian needs to give to that shrug. He recognises when he's trying to blow himself off, thank you.]

Are you? [His tone is light, tinged with an innocent tone to match his other self's look. He takes another sip of coffee, more to give a pointed pause between his words than anything else.] Or are you just lying to yourself? Twice over, technically.

[Ian settles back against his chair casually, an automatic reaction to his discomfort.]

If you didn't want an opportunity to voice some things, you wouldn't have agreed to this. That we're here at all means we both think there's something worthwhile to be gotten from this conversation.

[He flicks a finger in gesture to his other self's untouched coffee, raising his own to his lips again. Drink your damn coffee, Ian; he didn't make it just so it could go cold. ]

I didn't drug it, if that's what you're thinking.
gunmanoflove: (shut up or i'll shoot)

[personal profile] gunmanoflove 2014-11-15 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, that... Certainly silences Ian, at least for a moment. This would probably be an easier conversation to have if he couldn't understand exactly where his other self was coming from. Perhaps not as keenly, but - it had been similar, just after Shiro's death. That blank point in time, when he'd stumbled to their home, his strange new gun clutched in his hand like a lifeline...

At that time, he'd reached out desperately the only way he'd known how. He may not have been able to help himself, but helping the women he came across - it had acted as a balm, of sorts.

Of course, there's no point in returning to that suggestion. It was a poor method of self-help to begin with, and given what Ian knows of the situation, anything even resembling romance should be off the table for a fairly long while.]


So... that's it, then? When your goal is achieved, you'll give up?

[Ian can't believe that for a second. He knows himself better than that. He knows that even if it's claimed he's run out of anger, that bubbling loathing for Aigaron will at least take more than this to fade.]
gunmanoflove: (why though)

[personal profile] gunmanoflove 2014-11-15 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
There's little he could do to stop it.

[And that's something Ian's sure they both know; something they'be both considered in the past. Not entirely out of a desire to, but... he's not the kind of person who can help but consider every facet of a situation.

He would put his own cup down, but at this point it's something of a defensive shield. Coffee has always been a reliable way of allowing a topic to lapse, and Ian uses it now, taking a long sip and very obviously dropping that subject.]


What will you do, then? It's obvious that you can't continue like this. You've barely survived as it is.

[It's weird to talk about himself in this way, to skim over their issues like this. Especially when there's nothing Ian can actually do. He doesn't have the same ability to get through to himself that Shiro and Souji each posses; he doesn't even want to have the burden of being able to do that. He's not the type of person who is suited to this at all.]

As far as I can see, the only victory left for you is not giving the satisfaction of your defeat. How are you so sure there's no way for you to win?
gunmanoflove: (ugh seriously)

[personal profile] gunmanoflove 2014-11-15 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ian's lips tighten at the admission of never intending to come back, but once again he raises his cup to hide it. Yes, he knows how hurt his other self is - can only begin to imagine the pain of his experiences - but the idea of deliberately choosing to not return, even knowing someone who held him dear was desperate to find him--]

You'd choose to make him go through what we have, then? Losing someone, without ever having the chance to even say goodbye.

[That will never sit right with Ian. His own pain be damned, making someone else - making Souji go through that...

He has to shake his head to clear the flare of anger, setting his cup down finally.]


Even if there's no happy end now, what difference does that make to before? It's not like there was one in sight before meeting all of them.
gunmanoflove: (shut up or i'll shoot)

[personal profile] gunmanoflove 2014-11-15 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Even if that day comes...

[...What? Can he honestly say he would forgive a betrayal from the person he trusts the most?]

...He's a kid. It's foolish for either of us to rely on him as much as we do.

[Shut up and accept his inclusive present-tense, Ian. Reliability doesn't mean just for good things, and as much as Ian believes in Souji to stand strong by his side, he knows his other-self now relies on him - or his other selves - to be something entirely different from that.]

I won't thank you for the circumstances of his existence. As difficult as it was without him... If you think that any measure of someone else's pain is worth it to make things better for one of us, then you've lost sight of what we fight for.
gunmanoflove: (someone said something stupid)

[personal profile] gunmanoflove 2014-11-15 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Haa, aren't you?

[Look who's now staring you down. Want to argue with with him, Ian?]

Even with knowing the fundamental difference between all of them - aren't you relying on him to be the same as the others? You think of him and instead it's them, because you rely on him to be constant, no matter what that constant is.
Edited 2014-11-15 13:12 (UTC)
gunmanoflove: (ugh seriously)

[personal profile] gunmanoflove 2014-11-15 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
You don't waste thoughts on him, yet here you are. [Ian's eyes have narrowed, and the tilt of his jaw more than gives away his own anger even though he's keeping his tone steady.] Talking about snakes, your expectations - you've clearly thought about them a lot. Even what you've said, once bitten twice shy; doesn't that just further prove how you've already trusted him to be just like the others?

[And the distinction between Souji and them must be made clear. Ian's never had an opportunity to meet them, has never heard their stories - but he won't stand for Souji, his Souji, to be lumped in with anyone who has caused such pain. If there's one innocent person involved in any of this, then it's him.]

I'm the lucky one between us, I know that. I've had the opportunities you were never given. But you know that measuring him to Shiro - measuring anyone to Shiro - it won't work. You can't replace him.
gunmanoflove: (Eat a bag of dicks)

[personal profile] gunmanoflove 2014-11-16 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
[There have been a few times in the past where Ian has wished - in that abstract way that people often do - that he could smack himself. Never has he felt that desire more strongly than now.]

Shiro would hate to hear you say that. [Ian knows that first-hand. Again, he's hyper-aware that he's the lucky one here - but even before getting to speak with Shiro again, some part of him had been aware of what he would have wanted.] Even if it's a life you live alone, you - we - owe it to him to make it a life worth living no matter what.

[His words are firm with conviction, if not a little cold. Because it's not just you you're living for, Ian. Your life has been paid for with Shiro's, and it's your duty to make sure his death doesn't become worthless.]

I'll accept that I might not know Souji [--it feels weird to use his name like this; Ian's never actually spoken his name to anyone else before--] as deeply as I want to. You're the one in the better position for that.

[His other self's gaze may be elsewhere, but that doesn't stop Ian from very deliberately trying to make eye contact.]

Considering the two of you come from the same place, I'm sure his motivations would be easy to be read once you spoke to him. What are you afraid of, then? That he'll be the boy he's supposed to be? That you'll have to admit you're wrong; that not every incarnation of him will be the same?

[Unsaid, of course, is the fear of the pain that meeting would doubtless bring. Ian's not an idiot; he's familiar with the burning dread, the terror, the salt in the wound that finally meeting a truly genuine Souji would cause.

But, sorry - he's also pissed off just enough to not care about treading over the subject terribly carefully.]
gunmanoflove: (ugh seriously)

[personal profile] gunmanoflove 2014-11-16 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
'Shiro, I wasted the life I should have enjoyed for you. Instead of fighting to create a beautiful garden, I allowed weeds to choke anything that could have grown.' [Ian gives a moment for those bitter words to sink in, reaching out to wrap his hand around his still-warm cup. It's a soothing reminder to keep his anger in check, and he makes a conscious effort to tone down his distaste - though there's no concealing his scowl. It wasn't too long ago that he thought along those same lines, and even if he is frustrated with himself for having thought like that, it's no good to take that out on his other self.] Even if he understands, can you really be as selfish as that? Our lives were paid for with his; if you don't do everything you can to make it worthwhile, then you've failed him.

[He shakes his head, raising the cup to his lips for a much-needed taste of his coffee. He should have made it more bitter, but as it is the sharp taste goes a long way in grounding his mood.]

Even if you're determined to not let him close to you... Let him say goodbye. You know how it feels, to have your best friend torn from you so suddenly. You don't have to trust him to acknowledge what it is you've put him through.