Locked Away
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madimpossibledreamerMain Points:
Bleach or Layton Brothers: Mystery Room or Onmyoji
Chapter Summary: Similar to Mandela Effect and Never Fade Away, this is another second-person 'could be read from multiple fandoms/povs' fic, only it's getting out of hand, because now there are three of them. So you could read it as Ichigo|Shiro, Alfendi, or Seimei. There are definitely spoilers in this one.
I'd say they're edgy, but no, that's dismissing it and they've got some good reasons for it. (Actually, a lot of them do--Miles Edgey, Dante, Leon...) And Alfendi is fun.
Word Count: 500
Rating: teen
Warning: talks about some mistreatment of neurodivergent people
Second Person
Survival is not kind. Survival requires power, and power is not weak.
You know what he thinks of you, why he tries so hard to smother you, to trap you in your little cage. He thinks of you as a monster, is horrified of you, and more than anything it enrages you, because while you shouldn’t care what he thinks of you, it’s his body, now, and his judgment of you that jails you here. He is your keeper, and does not recognize that his attempt to squeeze the life from you is what makes you ever the more vicious, a wild beast untamed. You have to care, because his feelings toward you have consequences. He thinks this to be your natural state, and even if you pointed out his error, he’d just believe it to be a trick. If you weren’t a snarling, wounded animal that he continues to beat absent-mindedly, without even thinking, he wouldn’t even recognize you. He ignores the fact that isolation is used to punish the worst of criminals and that it can completely break people.
You have a right to exist as strong as his own, a separate entity that would happily separate if it could, but he sees you as a parasite that would endanger his loved ones. He does not see that his willful ignorance is what puts them in harm’s way, and he believes your attempts to warn him are little more than tricks designed to wrest away any semblance of control. It’s not control you seek, it’s recognition. You would happily serve—grumble a little, maybe—because despite yourself you’re fond of him, and don’t wish him harm the way he wishes you harm. Not that you would ever tell him. He would never believe you, and it would be a vulnerability for others more dangerous than yourself to exploit.
But all these are the dreams of a caged predator, chained and dreaming of dignity, savage in your desperation. Perhaps you will taste freedom. Perhaps he will realize that you are merely the yang to his yin, and neither of you can exist without the other. Until then, you dream.
Bleach or Layton Brothers: Mystery Room or Onmyoji
Chapter Summary: Similar to Mandela Effect and Never Fade Away, this is another second-person 'could be read from multiple fandoms/povs' fic, only it's getting out of hand, because now there are three of them. So you could read it as Ichigo|Shiro, Alfendi, or Seimei. There are definitely spoilers in this one.
I'd say they're edgy, but no, that's dismissing it and they've got some good reasons for it. (Actually, a lot of them do--Miles Edgey, Dante, Leon...) And Alfendi is fun.
Word Count: 500
Rating: teen
Warning: talks about some mistreatment of neurodivergent people
Second Person
Good-natured. Well-liked. Perhaps occasionally he goes a little too far, but well, that’s forgiveable if it’s him. You know what the others think of him, as you pace in your cramped little cell. You know what they think of you. You revel in it, when you appear, the fear in their eyes. It pleases you, that even when they don’t know you, they recognize you as a predator, as in charge. They called you reckless, but they haven’t seen him in action. He’ll admit to things you would never dream, because unlike you, he has no sense of self-preservation. And yes, he’ll call himself a monster, privately, publicly, but it’s you who he believes to be the root of all his evil, you who he deems irredeemable, and he can only live on if he purges you from his body.
Survival is not kind. Survival requires power, and power is not weak.
You know what he thinks of you, why he tries so hard to smother you, to trap you in your little cage. He thinks of you as a monster, is horrified of you, and more than anything it enrages you, because while you shouldn’t care what he thinks of you, it’s his body, now, and his judgment of you that jails you here. He is your keeper, and does not recognize that his attempt to squeeze the life from you is what makes you ever the more vicious, a wild beast untamed. You have to care, because his feelings toward you have consequences. He thinks this to be your natural state, and even if you pointed out his error, he’d just believe it to be a trick. If you weren’t a snarling, wounded animal that he continues to beat absent-mindedly, without even thinking, he wouldn’t even recognize you. He ignores the fact that isolation is used to punish the worst of criminals and that it can completely break people.
You have a right to exist as strong as his own, a separate entity that would happily separate if it could, but he sees you as a parasite that would endanger his loved ones. He does not see that his willful ignorance is what puts them in harm’s way, and he believes your attempts to warn him are little more than tricks designed to wrest away any semblance of control. It’s not control you seek, it’s recognition. You would happily serve—grumble a little, maybe—because despite yourself you’re fond of him, and don’t wish him harm the way he wishes you harm. Not that you would ever tell him. He would never believe you, and it would be a vulnerability for others more dangerous than yourself to exploit.
But all these are the dreams of a caged predator, chained and dreaming of dignity, savage in your desperation. Perhaps you will taste freedom. Perhaps he will realize that you are merely the yang to his yin, and neither of you can exist without the other. Until then, you dream.
