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Tweak says, "what's this, a missile launch?"

Joseph Van der Berg (cup_of_joey) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2020-08-18 19:55:00

Entry tags:

aderyn ceredig, iestyn ceredig, joseph van der berg, saint david, saint patrick

Who: Joey Van der Berg, Saint David, Aderyn and Iestyn Ceredig (very momentary St Patrick)
What: Joey visits
When: Tuesday, late afternoon
Where: Hospital
Warnings/Notes: TBA - aftermath and talk of torture

Joey was shaking as he walked up the hospital hallway towards the twin's room. It wasn't all that long ago he had been the one recovering in a hospital bed, wasted away to nearly nothing and broken in so very many ways. He had hoped the twins would be spared this, but fate had had other plans.

He was carrying a large bag of treats, because he remembered the things he had wanted after Lucifer had chucked him out. He looked up when he heard footsteps heading towards him, and when he spotted Saint Patrick, he smiled. In return, Patrick was looking at him, guilty.

"Pat," Joey went to wrap his arms around his best friend. "I know what you're thinking. Stop thinking it."

"I'm catholic," Patrick joked, pulling back. "Thank you so much. For being here. I know it's hard."

"They need me," Joey said simply. Then he leaned in to kiss Patrick's cheek. "But later you and I are drinking."

"Yes," Patrick acknowledged, "yes we are."

Joey continued on, stepping into the hospital room and nodding to David. "Hi, David. Hey, Addy and Iestyn. I thought I'd stop by."

Addy lifted her hand instead of smiling because her lips still hurt. "Hi, Joey," she said quietly. She was still so weak it was hard to say anything other than quietly.

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	piu_fermata 2020-08-19 06:43 am UTC (link)
	Iestyn sipped his water, feeling tired. "I don't know what I want," he muttered. Well he did, he wanted to not feel so weak all the time, and for Addy to not have a tube giving her food, and to not have to be carried to the toilet. He had a physio coming to assess him tomorrow, and the thought of having to fight to get his body back was draining. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

feuillemort
2020-08-19 02:02 pm UTC (link)

"We thought we were prepared," Addy whispered. "We thought we knew what we were getting into but- God, we didn't. We had no idea. I got waterboarded? Who can say that?"

"Lena can say that," Joey said quietly. "You're not alone."

"He was just so awful," Addy breathed. "We started off in this nice room and he just...slowly took things away."

"What a shit," Joey hissed.

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	piu_fermata 2020-08-19 10:24 pm UTC (link)
	Iestyn snorted. "What a shit" felt like a massive understatement. "He took everything away," he said, down to and including his sister. "When he was done, we were nothing. He wanted us to be nothing." And he hadn't even been done. How long had Lucifer been intending to leave him there to go crazy with his sister's corpse? He'd never know. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cup_of_joey 2020-08-20 01:28 am UTC (link)
	"You're not nothing," Joey said firmly. "I know it feels like that, but you're not. He doesn't get what he wanted. He lost." Addy hadn't actually thought about that. They had made it through without giving in. Lucifer had lost. "He started by taking away food. God I didn't know how it felt. I didn't know." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	piu_fermata 2020-08-20 04:09 am UTC (link)
	"We spent two weeks naked but for thin, scratchy blankets," Iestyn said, scratching his arm at the memory. "You stop being able to smell yourself after a while. Headaches, all the time... And the- and the therapy-" He shuddered, turning his hands over again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cup_of_joey
2020-08-20 05:32 am UTC (link)

Joey remembered, at least, losing either the ability to smell himself, or the ability to care how he smelled. He remembered the headaches too. "I know," he said sadly. "I remember the headaches." He didn't have the heart to tell Iestyn they didn't go away in a hurry. That his body was going to be in starvation mode for months. That recovery was going to be long and awful. He had said it before, no reason to rub salt in the wound now.

"Therapy?" he asked gently. "What kind?"

"He only did that to Iestyn," Addy hissed. "Attacking him for being wonderful."

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	piu_fermata 2020-08-20 08:34 am UTC (link)
	Iestyn shot Addy a grateful look. "I think they call it conversion therapy. Or corrective. Or something. He shocked me and made me vomit looking at gay porn." It was hard to speak the more personal attacks. The violation of Alan's privacy too made it hard to voice because it felt all the more poisonous. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cup_of_joey 2020-08-20 09:11 am UTC (link)
	"Oh fucking hell," Joey hissed. "Iestyn, I- I'm so sorry." His parents had threatened to send him to conversion therapy and he had run away from home because if it. "There's nothing wrong with you," he said firmly. "There's everything wrong with him." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	piu_fermata 2020-08-20 10:21 am UTC (link)
	"Yeah," Iestyn agreed blandly. He still felt quite numb to it, in a way. It was too near. And while he didn't feel like he was totally wrong, he didn't feel like he was right either. Those things he couldn't talk about because they made him feel sick. "I just want to stop feeling hollow," he said, closing his eyes. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cup_of_joey 2020-08-20 12:08 pm UTC (link)
	"It takes time," Joey said, even though he wished he didn't have to. "Time and a lot of support. You will though. I promise you will." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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