[Once upon a time there was a Speaker named Arn who was in Trevor's war, a mud dove, who wore white and had delicate fucking sensibilities and didn't want Trevor to be a part of his story anymore, and it's the very particular and deliberate way that Trevor pronounces his Speaker's curse on the necromancer that makes her realize where he must have heard it before.
You're going to hate it, he'd said. You'll kick me out of the bed, he'd expected. It makes her wonder if some part of him had sat there, petrified, already wounded and kicked and bruised from an identical conversation with a different Speaker, waiting for her to not just force him from her bed but to erase him from her life as well.
And yet.
And yet he'd loved her so much, wanted her to be safe so much, that he'd risked it anyway. Because Trevor will always destroy himself first, for the sake of the people he loves.]
Will you make me forget?
[The scars on her arms will still be there. The memories of the bruises will remain. But the necromancer's words don't have to. No matter how much he might want them to.]
Will you love me as hard as you can, until his memory is gone?
no subject
You're going to hate it, he'd said. You'll kick me out of the bed, he'd expected. It makes her wonder if some part of him had sat there, petrified, already wounded and kicked and bruised from an identical conversation with a different Speaker, waiting for her to not just force him from her bed but to erase him from her life as well.
And yet.
And yet he'd loved her so much, wanted her to be safe so much, that he'd risked it anyway. Because Trevor will always destroy himself first, for the sake of the people he loves.]
Will you make me forget?
[The scars on her arms will still be there. The memories of the bruises will remain. But the necromancer's words don't have to. No matter how much he might want them to.]
Will you love me as hard as you can, until his memory is gone?