Ah.
Stars. Celestial bodies. Colors.
A vibrant spectrum floods back into my awareness. I should stop myself from the urge to physically grasp him. Instead, a slow ascent from this chair. Grant him the space to process, to react.
The sunlight, filtering through the leaves, catches the pale blonde strands of his hair, igniting them with a breathtaking halo. His face, an open book I have morized over countless nights, etched with a blend of relief and lingering hurt. A tempest of emotions I can decipher with infuriating ease. I wish for a phantom breeze to carry the ghost of his scent to , sothing that has haunted my phantom conversations. There are subtle glazes of unshed tears shimring in the depths of his eyes. He missed , too. Ah… My predictable, precious Pulla.
He was listening. Of course, he was listening. Lurking in the shadows, absorbing every nuance of my pathetic attempts at vulnerability with Julia. Analyzing my words, dissecting my tone, searching for… what? Evidence of genuine change? A flicker of remorse?
His inherent naiveté, that unwavering belief in the fundantal goodness that he insists lies dormant within even the most irredeemable of souls… it is both infuriating and… strangely endearing. After all the darkness he has witnessed, the manipulations he has endured at my hand, he still clings to this idealistic notion.
My dear, stubborn Pulla. Still trying to find the light in the void. Still hoping that perhaps, against all logical probability, I might finally be worthy of his unwavering faith.
Do not prolong this charade. The blood hums in my ears. Your composure is a fragile shield against the very desires that mirror my own. I see the tremor in your hands, the tightening of your jaw. You know, with a certainty that bypasses logic and reason, that you want to close the distance, to erase the weeks of agonizing silence with the simple, primal act of an embrace.
Given your sentintal proclivities, I wouldn't be surprised if a kiss is flickering through your easily swayed mind. Do not deny the impulse, my predictable rabbit. The tension is in the air, a magnetic pull that neither of us can truly resist. The waiting is a delicious tornt, but even tornt must eventually reach its crescendo. Close the distance, Raphael. End this exquisite agony.
Julia's departure is noted. In this space, the world fades. No one else matters.
Co on, my Pulla. The silence stretches, taut and trembling. I can see the internal battle raging behind those expressive eyes. The words are there, a torrent of accusations, relief, perhaps even a flicker of the affection you try so hard to suppress. Open your mouth, Raphael. Unleash the storm. I am ready for it. I crave it.
"Oh, so now you need , Levi? Now that you're locked away in your 'humble abode'? Funny how the tables turn. And you think a hug? A kiss? You really haven't changed at all, have you?"
Indifference would have been easier to bear.
“Truth be told, Raphael, even seeing your face before mine one more ti is more than enough.” I crinkled my eyes, a gesture that stopped short of a smile, a baring of teeth. It was a small deception.
"You look… different. Not just the pallor. Sothing… else. What have they done to you here, Levi?"
His focus, as always, landed on my well-being. My predictable Pulla. Even etched with his own evident pain, his empathy, extended to the suffering of others.
"Different in a negative way? Be precise, Raphael. Your observations, as always, are… insightful." Fishing for complints. Pathetic. "What specifically has changed in my undeniably flawed visage?"
He would talk longer if he felt his insights were valued.
"Less of the dramatic flair, the theatrical pronouncents. Almost… subdued. It's… unexpected. Did they finally manage to bore you into submission?"
Interesting. A clinical observation, yet beneath it, a subtle probing. Did he want submit? He was still keeping his distance, emotionally and physically.
“You could possibly say that, yes. The first month was the worst. Withdrawal symptoms and fractured ribs are not necessarily compatible.” A deliberate play for sympathy, a subtle tug on the guilt he tried so hard to bury.
"Withdrawal. How… predictable. And the ribs? A fitting consequence, wouldn't you say? Don't expect to shed any tears over your suffering, Levi. You brought this all on yourself."
Backfired. There was no flicker of empathy, no hint of the guilt I’d hoped to ignite in those cold eyes. No… No… No…
“Raphael… I apologize. I apologize for betraying your trust. Frankly, broken ribs and another month of withdrawal is nothing compared to another week without you. If you wish to punch or kick , then do so, if it is going to make you feel better.” An apology, offered as a physical penance.
"Your apologies are noted. Your willingness to endure further pain… also noted. Neither changes anything, Levi. The trust is broken. Consider this my presence here a final act of closure, nothing more." His voice was flat, devoid of the warmth that once curled around like a comforting embrace. Cold. Indifferent. No… Not again.
It was impossible to stop the tremors. What was this? Fear? The lurch in my stomach felt like it. Or was it sothing far worse? My legs threatened to buckle beneath . Heartbreak? My right hand shook uncontrollably.
“Stop lying to my face.” I said, each word a low growl as I closed the remaining distance. “Do you think I am an idiot, Raphael? If you wished to sever ties, you could have just sent the divorce papers. But you need one final confrontation, don’t you? You want to ask ‘why’.”
"Don't flatter yourself, Levi. This isn't about so grand confrontation I need. I ca because Julia was… insistent. And frankly, I wanted to see for myself the depths you'd sunk to. Consider it morbid curiosity, nothing more."
He took a step back. He tried to rebuild that wall of detachnt, but I saw it – the clenching of his fists.
“Insistent, was she? Another blatant lie. She would dance on my grave, and you know it for a fact.” Another step closer. “I do not care whether you lie to or not. Do not lie to yourself. Tell why you are here.”
His jaw tightened. He stopped, a brief hesitation.
"I… I don't know why I'm here, Levi. Maybe Julia was right. Maybe I just needed to see it with my own eyes. To finally understand… that it's really over. That the man I loved is gone."
Did he truly think I would swallow that pathetic excuse? Please.
“Fret not then. According to you, the man you loved was a junkie. Well, this man has been clean and sober for two months.”
He scoffed. "Oh, so now you're using sobriety as so kind of bargaining chip? As if two months of abstinence suddenly absolves you of everything else? It's going to take a lot more than that, Levi."
Cynicism. A flicker of sothing beneath the ice. He didn't retreat. Another step. ‘Bargaining chip’. Interesting. He wanted to negotiate, even if he wouldn't admit it.
“We t ten months ago. You were gone for three. And I was in this hole for two. Do you know what it ans? The ti we spent together is less than the ti spent apart. And you let us drop the pretense. We married under a contract. Which ant even the first month we spent together was pleasantries.” Another step. “Don’t you wish to know who I truly am?”
A bitter laugh escaped him. "Who you truly are? Probably soone even more manipulative and self-serving than the addict I knew. But go on, Levi. Indulge . What grand revelation do you have for now? What new ga are you playing?"
Ah… Gas? That was my favorite forte.
I lunged, my fingers locking around his hand with a sudden grip. “Grand revelation? Truly? You know for a fact how much I want you, miss you, ache for you.” I completely grasped his hand, my thumb tracing the lines of his palm. “Don’t you feel the electricity? Isn’t blood coursing through your veins?” I leaned closer, my breath ghosting against his ear. “It is not fear, no. Not anymore. It is an undeniable magnetic force that lands you in my orbit, every single ti.”
His breath hitched. Ah, my dear Pulla.
"Levi… don't… don't do this." His gaze flickered between my eyes and our joined hands. But I felt it – that clenching of his fingers around mine.
“I already gave you consent to punch . If you don’t want to, then just do it yourself.” I grabbed his other hand, trapping both of his within mine. “But you can’t, can you? The one, brutal, bare truth is; I do not care whether you kick , punch , hurl insults at , no, I do not care. The only thing I care about is that I want you, and let be frank. I am one hundred percent sure I want you more than you ever wanted .”
He tried to pull his hands away, a futile gesture, but I saw his eyes – the dilation of his pupils.
"Let go of , Levi. Just… let go. You're doing this again. You're trying to trap . And it won't work this ti. It can't."
Resistance? Ah… My favorite poison. My Pulla knew exactly how to push .
I released his hands. “I understand. I cannot force you to stay. But I can only wish you do.”
He looked down at his trembling hands, and I saw the shimr of unshed tears beginning to well in his eyes.
Hm… Act empathetic? No, he would see through it instantly. Sothing potent, sothing stronger was needed.
“Raphael. Please send the divorce papers at your earliest convenience. I assure you I will not oppose or prolong the process.”
“SHUT UP!”
Ah… My Pulla… So predictable.
“You fucking asshole! Do you think I didn’t miss you? I slept in your goddamn bed every single night! You callous bastard! It didn’t even take you fifteen minutes to manipulate once again!”
I missed him so much.
“Do you want honesty, Raphael? Are you entirely sure you are ready for it?”
"Just… don't lie to again, Levi. Please. I don't think I could survive another lie from you. Just… the truth, no matter how much it hurts."
“I manipulated every single bug in this place. I do not even know their nas. I made them be friends, then caused a small riot. I made them arch rivals. Then I got punched by a swine, made those said bugs protect . I was going to cause a mass hysteria but you arrived. My initial plan, the potent thing I’d concocted in my mind, was rely a catalyst to draw you here. But you ca anyways. I spent weeks talking to you in my head, rehearsing conversations that never happened. Then Female Bug X, in a misguided attempt at… what? Solidarity? Torture?… colored her hair to your hair color. The revulsion that coiled in my gut was a visceral thing. I spent weeks in the sterile silence of my room, the question of my relentless pull towards you a constant, unwelco companion. The therapist ‘bug’ offered platitudes, nothing more. For a while, I entertained the notion of obsession. I am possessive, I know this. But the intensity of my need for you felt… beyond that. Then I thought a lot more. About myself. About my sexuality. The labels felt constricting, inadequate. I imagined your voice, your infuriatingly accepting tone. ‘You don’t need labels, Levi, you are you, we can always talk about it.’ The truth, the bare, brutal truth that clawed at my insides, was this: you would simply let … be. I missed you so much, Raphael. The phantom ache of your absence was a constant companion. You may never love again. You may never forgive . Please… Once again, let be. It can be even from afar…”
"Let you be…? Levi… I… I never wanted to not let you be." His voice was thick with unshed tears, his brow furrowed in confusion and pain. "I just… I couldn't stand the lies. The addiction… it felt like you were choosing sothing else over . But… the thought of you… talking to in your head… and that woman… coloring her hair…" A shudder ran through him.
“Raphael… Then you were wrong. I did not use drugs to feel good or high, Raphael. I wanted to feel normal. I understood the cold logic of your silence. I truly do. But understanding didn’t cauterize the sadness that gnawed at . Do you think I could not run away from this pathetic place? Do you think I could not snatch more drugs from the lab? The opportunity presented itself daily. Do you think I couldn't charm, manipulate staff for drugs? I did none of that, Raphael. Because the fragile tendril of hope, the belief that one day I might see your face again, was the only thing anchoring .”
"All those nights…" His voice was a low. "I lay awake… wondering… hating you… but also… missing you so much it physically hurt. The emptiness beside was a constant, brutal reminder. And you were here… fighting… for ? For us? And I just… I pushed you further away…”
“I missed you so much, too, Raphael. I do not resent you for making co here. I was an addict, lost in the fog, and you, in your way, found a path to pull back. But I wished you’d replied to my call.”
"Your call…" The mory haunted his eyes. "It played over and over in my head. What did you want to say?”
“I wanted to talk about my day.”
The simplicity of it felt almost absurd now.
"All those days… all those weeks… you were here, wanting to just… talk. And I wasn't there to listen.”
“It is alright. I understood your… silence or fear or whatever soone in your position feels, logically… The tea was disgusting, Raphael. A vile, tallic brew. I also was very close to making a phone call to the Board of Psychologists to invoke that therapist bug’s license. His incompetence was truly staggering. I also played matchmaker; Female Bug A and Male Bug A is happily ever after now, I assu. They made read poetry aloud since my voice, apparently, possesses a calming timbre soothing for those aforentioned bugs. My days were boring, Raphael…”
"Matchmaker? You? You actually… helped them?" A flicker of disbelief, then a burgeoning curiosity in his eyes. "Tell everything! How did that happen? What kind of poetry did you read? You have to tell all the details, Levi. I… I want to hear it all."
“It was rather easy, Raphael. I called both of them to the garden after they gave us the first withdrawal drug in the morning. The initial haze of sobriety made them surprisingly anable. Then they bred, like the bugs they are. Female Nurse B, wanted to adopt a kid, so I offered my contact to a reputable agency. She hugged . Her perfu made retch. I made Male Bug B open up about his sexual trauma.”
"Levi… you did all that… in that place? You helped people… even when you were hurting? And all you told about was the disgusting tea and wanting to call the psychologist. Why didn't you tell these things?”
“Because of your inherent ability to think I did that charity work for being a ‘good person’. I did not, Raphael. That is the truth. I was simply bored, and I missed having endless sugar. Alliances with those bugs were a ans to an end. I could also make them obey in a week, but that would be boring. So I played the long ga. It is really not what you think, Raphael. Truly.”
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"So, it wasn't about connection. It wasn't about… anything genuine. Just another intricate web you spun to alleviate your boredom. And now you're telling this… why? To prove you haven't changed? Congratulations, Levi. ssage received." His voice was laced with a bitter disappointnt.
“You wanted the truth, did you not? And frankly Raphael, it is becoming rather tedious to explain over and over again. I do not do anything if it does not benefit . You know it better than anyone. But instead of showing that boundless empathy you just lavished on those bugs, you just judge . Of course I haven’t changed. Is this concept truly so hard to grasp? What did you even think? That one day I would transform into a gentle puppy, devoid of manipulation, devoid of calculation? If that is your expectation, then please. Do not hurt no longer.”
"Of course. Why did I expect anything different? The grand manipulator strikes again. Even your monts of apparent vulnerability are just carefully calculated moves in your intricate gas. Well played, Levi. As always." Raphael's voice was weary.
“Raphael. My patience with you, considering our history, is considerable. If this is your idea of a conversation, I would rather return to the silence. Truthfully, it is nothing but hurtful.” My own tone was flat, the energy draining from with each of his predictable barbs.
"No, Levi. That's not my intention. I… I do want to understand. It's just… it's going to take a little ti to sort through everything. Please… don't shut out."
"No. Stop with that kind smile of yours. You do not want to understand. You still harbor that naive hope, believing that one day I would start… what? Have empathy? My brain has a structural disorder, Raphael. It is incapable of releasing oxytocin and many other chemicals. This – this calculating, manipulative person – is who I will always be. I will manipulate you, Raphael. Which, frankly, I believe I warned you about countless tis. Perhaps, instead of warning you, I should have simply remained silent, as I do with everyone else. The decision, once again, is yours. Either accept that I am what I am, and it will never change, or please release from this fragile grasp of a connection that seems to cause us pain."
"So, the choice is mine. Accept the inevitable manipulation… or walk away. And if I walk away, Levi… will you even care?" A quiet question, laced with a profound sadness.
“Oh, Gods… Are you really asking that of ? Whether I care about your departure from my life? Did you close your ears when I was speaking? Okay… I understand, Raphael. The chasm between our capabilities for sharing is imnse, and I think right now it is clear to both of us that you are incapable of truly understanding . Please, I do not wish to hear those words of… I do not even possess the vocabulary to articulate the hollowness that thought evokes.”
"Incapable…? Is that what you really think? That I'm just… incapable of understanding you? Maybe I've been afraid to. But… I don't want that to be true, Levi. I don't want to lose you because of my own shortcomings." His voice was strained, a desperate attempt to bridge the unbridgeable.
“It is not a shortcoming, Raphael… Do you know the one thing that breeds resentnt within towards this world? The supposed empathy, the supposed understanding and connection that every single human supposedly shares, never once was genuinely directed towards . I truly thought you were not foolish enough to believe, even for a second, that I would one day be able to… ‘feel’ in the way you do. That naive hope from you is even more cruel and hurtful than your silence ever was. Because at least in the silence, I could construct the illusion in my head that you saw . But… yes… Reality does not align with the fantasy, does it?”
"Then… then what is real for you, Levi? If that supposed empathy, that supposed connection isn't… what is? Tell . Please. Help understand your reality, even if it's nothing like mine." His plea was earnest, a desperate reaching across the void.
“I don’t fucking know!”
The outburst surprised even myself, the word ripped from with a raw frustration.
“Levi… Did you just… cuss?” A stunned disbelief in his voice.
“Yes. To lose this much control over a conversation… What depths have I truly sunk myself into?”
“Wow… You just cussed, Levi… I cannot believe it…” A bewildered whisper.
“ neither.”
“I should have recorded it…” A hint of dark humor, even in his surprise.
“Please refrain from ntioning it. It was a mont of… loss of composure.”
“Yeah… Not even a damn or shit, just direct, ‘fucking’… Wow…”
“I was frustrated. Gods… To revert to such crude language…” The self-reproach was genuine.
“I am still… shocked. I always thought I would be the one to finally make you cuss one day… I did not expect it right now.” A thoughtful pause.
"Please, let's not dwell on this montary lapse. I would prefer to return to a more pertinent discussion, one that does not involve the degradation of my vocabulary." My attempt to regain control of the conversation.
“You know what, Levi? I have always found it weird. For soone who has no moral compass, why do you never, ever use cuss words? It is truly bizarre.”
“It reminds of animalistic behavior, it repulses . Also, Raphael, years and years of noble education. And frankly… for manipulation. Precision is key.”
"You know, Levi, you never cease to surprise . Here I am, thinking I'm starting to understand you, and then you reveal another layer. Animalistic behavior repulses you, yet you're the master puppeteer of so truly base instincts in others. The irony is… almost beautiful." A thoughtful observation, tinged with a familiar exasperation.
“Yes. Irony is a rather sweet poison. Which reminds about how I made Female Bugs shield from the Male Swine that punched .” A casual segue back to my own exploits.
“You made… won… protect you from a man?” A surprised incredulity.
“Mind you, I was the one who got punched. Also, it was an administrative decision, albeit one I orchestrated. Male Swine attacked another patient; he should have been exiled at that very mont. But, no. Bugs and their incompetence made take the reins into my own hands.”
“Okay… Aside from the morality part of it all; so you created chaos for… order?” A bewildered attempt to follow my twisted logic.
“Yes, Raphael. That irony is delightful, is it not?” A hint of pride in my voice.
"In a strange, twisted way… I almost see your logic. The system was broken, and you… you found a way to fix it, albeit through manipulation. It's still wrong, Levi, but the… efficiency of your thods is almost… terrifyingly impressive." A reluctant acknowledgnt of my twisted effectiveness.
“I could have just gone to staff and asked; they would have exiled him. But it would have been boring. Also, I assu if I had to explain the intricate thods of my manipulations, your moral compass… would be rather… angry?” A knowing smirk.
"Angry is an understatent, Levi. Furious would be more accurate." Raphael’s voice vibrated with a tightly controlled rage, his knuckles flexing as if he longed to physically lash out. "You see a broken system as an invitation to exploit it for your own twisted amusent. I see it as sothing that needs fixing through genuine compassion and ethical action, not your manipulative gas."
“I do not possess compassion, Raphael. It is a biological anomaly in my wiring. But I can be ethical, if the outco serves my objectives.” My tone was matter-of-fact, devoid of any apologetic inflection.
"I almost… almost allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a flicker of sothing resembling remorse, sothing… more human within you." A shadow of profound disappointnt crossed Raphael’s features, his gaze searching mine with a desperate yearning. "But to hear you say that… to admit that even ethics are rely a ans to an end… it's just… profoundly sad, Levi. Incredibly sad." His voice softened, the anger giving way to a weary resignation.
“So, this is the crux of our interactions then? This tireso, constant oscillation between your moral pronouncents and my inherent nature, this endless discussion about what your delicate sensibilities can stomach or not. It evokes no sadness within , Raphael. Only a profound sense of isolation.” My words were clipped, each syllable a testant to the weariness of this familiar impasse.
"So, all this… the intricate manipulation, the relentless need for control… is it a desperate way to… to not feel so utterly alone, Levi? A twisted, almost pathetic attempt at forging so semblance of connection?" A dawning understanding flickered in Raphael’s eyes, tinged with a profound and unexpected pity. "If that's the truth… it's even more tragically isolating than I ever imagined."
“Gods, Raphael. Why must you perpetually view everything through the narrow lens of your own subjective experience? Why? Is the very notion of an objective reality, a perspective divorced from your own emotional frawork, anathema to you?” My frustration was a sharp edge in the otherwise controlled tone.
"Then illuminate , Levi. Explain your reality, your motivations, without framing them as so distorted reflection of mine. Help navigate the labyrinth of your loneliness, your compulsion for control, without resorting to the familiar, harmful patterns of manipulation. If you truly desire to be seen, then show , in a way I can comprehend." Raphael’s plea was earnest, a hand outstretched across the seemingly unbridgeable divide.
“Good.” A brittle acknowledgnt. “You should be aware, before we delve further into this… dissection of my psyche, that my current state of sobriety has unfortunately amplified certain… persistent thoughts regarding global restructuring. Also, yes, I experience loneliness, a constant ache. But the notion of needing to instill control over other individuals is, frankly, pathetic. My desire for control is directed inward, a desperate attempt to govern my own body, my own actions, in the face of this… void where emotions should reside. Because, quite simply, it is the only domain over which I possess any tangible influence. And no, Raphael, I cannot offer you warmth, nor love, in the conventional sense. But… my loyalty to you will remain, an unwavering, undying constant.”
"Loyalty… undying loyalty… even after everything you've done? Even knowing that I might never be capable of reciprocating in the way you might… desire?" A profound skepticism laced Raphael’s voice, his gaze searching mine for any hint of deception.
“Loyalty is mine to bestow, Raphael. Its value is intrinsic to the giver, not contingent upon reciprocation. Also,” a subtle shift in my tone, a calculated probe, “your much-vaunted morality would not permit you to engage in infidelity, would it?”
"You're right. My morality wouldn't allow to cheat, Levi. Not then, not now… even after everything that has transpired between us." A flicker of pain crossed Raphael’s face, quickly masked. "But Levi… we are not exactly operating within the confines of a traditional marriage anymore, are we? So, what precisely is your point?"
“My point, dear Raphael, is this.” My gaze held his, unwavering. “I assu that even with your… persistent adherence to conventional morality, you can discern that lacking the inherent constraints of sha, guilt, remorse, or the myriad other emotional deterrents that govern human behavior, my commitnt to you, once given, possesses a certain… permanence. I will be there, Raphael. Even if you choose not to be there for .”
“Why, Levi? What singular motivation compels such unwavering devotion, if not love, or guilt, or any of the other fundantal human emotions you lack?” Raphael’s confusion was palpable, his brow furrowed in a desperate attempt to decipher my logic.
“I experience a state… akin to being seen by you, Raphael. A cessation of the pervasive feeling of utter isolation when you are present. There is simply nothing within your capacity to do that would erase that fundantal truth.”
"So, that's the core of it, isn't it?" A slow dawning of understanding spread across Raphael’s features. "Not control, not manipulation for its own sake… but simply… being seen. And I… I sohow managed to do that for you, amidst all the chaos?"
“Control over you?” A dismissive scoff. “Do I strike you as a re savage, Raphael? Allow to remind you of your own agency in our dynamic. Did you ever once request financial assistance from ? Did you ever indulge a selfish whim at the expense of my wealth, my connections, my influence? Did you ever attempt to intentionally inflict harm upon ? The list of your self-imposed limitations is extensive. But yes, I manipulated you, as is my nature. However, that does not negate the fundantal truth of my desire to be with you. You will, undoubtedly, need to re-establish so behavioral paraters, Raphael. This… facility… proved remarkably dull for my more… pronounced inclinations towards villainy.”
"So, you envision a future for us? Even with this inherent 'villainy'? And you genuinely believe that I could sohow… guide you, restrain those impulses? Levi… after everything… why? What conceivable reason could you have for wanting that?" Raphael’s voice was a mixture of disbelief and a fragile, hesitant hope.
“Oh Gods, Raphael. Must I articulate the obvious with the subtlety of a collapsing star? I want you. I want to be with you. I want your presence near . I want you in my life.” My voice rose.
"You… you truly an that, don't you? After everything I've said, everything you've done… you still… want ?"
“Why wouldn’t I, Raphael?” My response was imdiate, unwavering.
"Why wouldn't you? Because maybe, just maybe, I deserve soone who doesn't constantly try to control and manipulate . Soone who offers genuine affection, freely given, not just… unwavering, almost clinical loyalty." A raw honesty laced Raphael’s words.
“Well, I extended the option of an open relationship, a pragmatic solution to potential… discrepancies in your needs, yet you declined. I offered you the possibility of parenthood, a significant investnt of my resources, also declined. Even a simple pet, a creature requiring minimal emotional output from , t with your refusal. Also, Raphael,” my tone shifted, becoming more asured, “I may lack the capacity for what you term ‘genuine affection,’ but you are intimately familiar with my attentive and ticulous nature. The answer to your question, the true understanding of my motivations, resides within your own observations, your own experiences with . My answer, the unwavering core of my desire, is absolute. I want you. The onus is now on you to confront your own truth.”
"What do I want, Levi? After everything you've put through? Part of , the rational part, screams to run, to finally sever this… this relentless magnetic pull. But another part…" A flicker of pain crossed Raphael’s face, quickly replaced by a wistful sadness. "The part that rembers the monts of genuine connection, the unexpected tenderness we occasionally shared… it's still there, a faint, persistent echo. And you know that, don't you?"
“Of course I do, Raphael. Every single sterile wall painting in this mind-numbingly boring hellhole bears witness to the incessant repetition of your na in my thoughts.”
"Oh, Levi… you incorrigible, dramatic creature. Even in the depths of rehab… you still manage to find the most theatrical way to express yourself. But… are these just words, Levi? Or is there, perhaps, sothing more substantial behind them this ti?" A weary skepticism colored Raphael’s tone.
“Go interrogate my therapist then, Raphael. Subject him to your relentless questioning and decipher the supposed hidden anings.” A dismissive wave of my hand.
"Oh, so now you're pawning off your feelings to your therapist? This isn't about him, Levi. This is about us. If you have sothing genuine to say, say it directly to ." A sharp edge returned to Raphael’s voice, his patience wearing thin.
“I am attempting to articulate my feelings, in my own admittedly flawed way, but you seem determined to misunderstand. What fundantal aspect of my stated desire to be with you fails to penetrate that stubborn skull of yours? Ah, wait… I must resort to dramatic pronouncents to capture your attention, mustn’t I? Ahem.” I cleared my throat, indulging in a touch of theatricality. “When my gaze first fell upon you beneath that ancient oak, Raphael, it was akin to witnessing celestial bodies colliding, a cataclysmic, inevitable event. I spend every interminable day in this desolate place silently imploring your presence. My waking hours are consud by elaborate fantasies of mundane conversations with you, Raphael. Mundane. Do you even begin to comprehend the sheer, staggering scale of that truth? I rather suspect you do not.”
"Levi…" A profound weariness etched itself onto Raphael’s features. "Levi… I… I think… I think I'm finally beginning to truly understand. Tell more about these… mundane things."
“I wanted to recount the intricate social dynamics surrounding Female Bug A’s unfortunate allergy to red food dye, culminating in my strategic smile and the subsequent acquisition of her strawberry jelly. Can you fathom it, Raphael? ? Viewing such a trivial transaction as a minor victory worthy of recounting? I, who once orchestrated the subtle destabilization of the entire nation? And then there was the tea, Raphael. A consistently foul, urine-adjacent concoction that beca a daily source of minor, yet persistent, irritation.”
"Levi… the fact that you even thought to share sothing so utterly insignificant with … it resonates more deeply than you can possibly know. That's… that's actually rather… unexpectedly sweet, Levi." A soft, almost disbelieving smile touched Raphael’s lips.
"Magnificent, wasn't it? The sheer absurdity of my existence reduced to the clandestine acquisition of contraband jelly and the daily lantation of that foul-tasting tea. And yet… those small absurdities beca the anchors of my days, the fragnts I longed to share with you.”
“I think… this forced sobriety, this… ‘rehabilitation’… has chipped away at so of your more elaborate defenses, Levi. You sound… almost honest.” A thoughtful observation from Raphael.
“The primary obstacle, Raphael, was the distinct lack of intellectual stimulation amongst the aforentioned bugs. Their apparent aversion to literature necessitated a temporary suspension of my more nuanced pronouncents. But fret not, that particular affectation will undoubtedly resurface in due course.”
"So, the fundantal core of you remained unchanged; only the delivery system was temporarily… downgraded. You still observed, you still analyzed, you simply had to employ a more rudintary vocabulary. It's almost… endearing, in a profoundly strange and unexpected way. Like a brilliant, albeit morally ambiguous, professor forced to instruct a class of particularly dim kindergartners." A fond smile touched Raphael’s lips.
“I did instigate a riot, a rather ingenious piece of social engineering, and I was on the cusp of orchestrating a delightful mass hysteria before your arrival. Also, Raphael,” a sudden shift in tone, bordering on a petulant demand, “please excuse my bluntness, or what your delicate sensibilities might perceive as rudeness, but I must inquire: did you, perchance, bring clothing for ? Please. This… fabric… is an abomination, Raphael. It inflicts a constant, maddening itch upon my very being.”
"Levi, you readily admit to orchestrating full-scale psychological warfare amongst your fellow addicts, and then your primary concern is the intolerable thread count of your attire? You are truly an enigma. Yes, Levi, I brought clothes. Sothing that hopefully won't feel like it's woven from tornt." A sigh escaped Raphael, tinged with both exasperation and a reluctant fondness.
“Do you wish for to disrobe here? Such unexpected… boldness.” A suggestive smirk played on my lips.
"Levi! Don't even joke about that. There are… other people around, even in this secluded corner. Just… just take them when we have so privacy, alright?" A flush crept up Raphael’s neck, his prim deanor montarily ruffled.
“Privacy? Do you truly believe we reside in communal bunkers, my dear Raphael? Of course we possess individual chambers within this… establishnt.” A hint of amusent colored my tone.
"Privacy. Yes. Utterly essential. Especially for… My apologies, Levi.” A sheepish smile touched Raphael’s lips.
“Especially for… what, precisely, my dear Raphael? Ah…” My gaze lingered on the flush that colored his ears. “My dear Raphael. Is that a delicate blush gracing your ears? I do concede that it has been a considerable two months since… well. So, dear Raphael, do you require so additional privacy?” A knowing smirk widened on my face.
"Oh, you noticed, did you? Well, two months is a long ti." Raphael's gaze flickered down to my hands, then back to my eyes. "But my blush is purely from the… overwhelming joy of seeing you in slightly less itchy fabric. Yes, privacy would be lovely."
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