Re: quicklog: adrian/newt - the lake
Darling, it's not a corruption. [Newt shook his head.] It isn't a terminal disease. It's not an ailment, though I understand seeing it this way has led you to your choice of vocation. I can't say I know how difficult this must be, because I don't, but I'd advise seeking a truce with him, finding a way for both of you to live. You are an Obscurial. The Obscurus, I'd wager, is separate from both of you. It's not as if he has magical abilities, unless it's an emotional outburst, much like you. You're you. He's him. [The older man hoped he was getting through to his friend. After all, Patrick was likely right: both beings had a right to be who they were. But, Newt didn't feel as if it was his place to say as much. After all, this would be dealt with by Adrian and Sue and he wouldn't be involved. The most he could do was try to give perspective, especially as Adrian seemed to be swinging wildly through his emotions.] I slept with him. You can't be angry with him, if you're not angry with me. [He'd never been one to shirk accountability for his actions.
But, then Adrian seemed to veer toward blind panic, and Newt turned toward the other man and put his free hand on the younger wizard's cheek.] Stop. [He was quite gentle about it.] Stop, stop, stop. You can cut them out as well as I can cut out a lung and live. You might make it, but you won't be whole. [He spoke over the wash of worried words—but, he stopped when Adrian did. Frozen. And he was rather expecting the shift this time.
Sue threw his hand aside. Newt didn't react visibly.] I'm sorry, [he said to not-Adrian, and he did sound sincere. It wasn't an apology for what he'd done, but for how it'd turned out.] He would've found out at some point. He was already suspecting you. [Newt's gaze moved along the disgust that twisted familiar features. It hurt to see, and he knew why. It was reminiscent of cruelty on his father's face. He sighed and wiped his palm against his chest, as he still felt a cling of sweat there.] I'll do my best to get him to come around to the idea. [He lifted his wandhand higher, dousing Sue in silver light. It shaded his features much sharper, but it seemed fitting. Newt's own face was shadow-pocked.] If you refuse to let him come 'round, he'll only resist you more. You've got to be willing to compromise too. I know you rather despise the concept, but I'm afraid it's your best bet. [Newt's gaze shifted to about mid-Sue's chest and it stuck.]