Arthur Lester (
lestercraft) wrote2022-10-31 05:48 pm
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"This is Arthur Lester. I'm not available right now, but do leave a message and I'll find the time. A-a voice message, please."
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[OOC: Please note Arthur is blind, so audio format is strongly ICly preferred, but by God don't let that stop you]
Re: somewhere before the port
Re: somewhere before the port
"...I don't know what could be worth more than connecting to people."
Re: somewhere before the port
He squeezes John's arm as his gaze turns away again. "And... sometimes when you've been burned enough times, it's difficult to let yourself make those connections again."
Re: somewhere before the port
a connection.
I know how much I forced. But I also know how lucky I am that you chose to make that connection more than necessity. I don't know if you know how thankful I am that you did.
That you let yourself for me.
Re: somewhere before the port
"I know I can be... difficult." And there's a wry edge to it, at the obvious understatement of who he is as a person.
(And even now he's worried about how his next temporary warden is going to take it, worried about being assaulted or restricted for it because he doesn't know any other way to be than unapologetically himself, warts and all.)
"But I... I hope you know. How much I appreciate you. Even through the hardest times. I don't know who I would be without you."
Re: somewhere before the port
The word holds so much affection and warmth and closes soft around the connection between them like curled fingers. Arthur is Arthur. Part of that is being a difficult son of a bitch.
"That's... I feel the same, Arthur.