[ it's good that satoru has found someone else to anchor himself with in the void that suguru has left behind. megumi is good for him; the boy is largely stable, grounded -- bearing the barest shadows of the geto suguru of seventeen, before he had spiralled, broken beyond repair.
he chooses his next words with care, his hand rubbing absent circles over his back in a subconscious instinct to soothe. ]
You are more than your incredible gifts. You've carried the burden of strength for so long --
[ he shifts back to look at him, sober and thoughtful. ]
( megumi has been so much better for him over the years than he thinks the boy actually knows, especially if he'd felt the need to ask if he was really that important — you are to me — and he thinks, sometimes, that his world might have fallen apart entirely if he hadn't had something else to latch onto.
something else to give him purpose.
he meets his gaze when he pulls back to look at him, and the words out of his mouth strike a chord in him that nearly punches his next breath out of him before it has a chance to do him any good to begin with; it's lonely at the top, isn't it? someone one said, somewhere, and he'd never thought it would matter so much to him, even when he's always been well aware of just how outclassed everyone else is in comparison.
it's lonely at the top, isn't it?
he sighs, and something in him fractures. ) Am I that transparent? (be a mirror, he'd told himself once. don't let them see what's on the inside—
quiet stretches between them for a handful of moments. ) I carried it for so long, and now I don't have it. What good is it being the strongest when what makes me the strongest is gone?
[ because it's a privilege to be allowed that close, to be by his side. suguru has always understood that, which is why satoru being the strongest had left him on his own, whether they both realised that or not. satoru is the gamechanger, the one man who tips the scales, and suguru can't help but think back on all the pieces he'd put together; satoru had been such a threat that the only thing that could neutralise him is --
-- ah, he understands it now. ]
You've never allowed anyone else in. [ a one way mirror, always on the outside looking in, seeing others for who they are but not allowing the others to see -- not even his own children. after all, satoru has a duty to them, and perhaps here, suguru's task is to be what he should have been to satoru, before the world's cruelty had turned suguru against it.
he touches his cheek thoughtfully. ]
Even the son of God shed his power to walk among humans for awhile.
[ not that suguru particularly cares about humans, the nasty, backbiting creatures who will bite the hand that protects them. but perhaps to someone with satoru's power, even the sorcerers will seem like simple humans. but satoru has a crisis on his hands right now, a reckoning with the absence of his powers. ]
Have you considered that this could be an opportunity for you to draw close to the people you care about? Maybe you might discover a different type of strength that you never had, even at your strongest. After all, you're still Gojo Satoru.
[ and if you tell anyone suguru tells you soft, squishy things like these, husband, he's going to deny it vehemently. ]
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Date: 2023-03-28 12:19 am (UTC)he chooses his next words with care, his hand rubbing absent circles over his back in a subconscious instinct to soothe. ]
You are more than your incredible gifts. You've carried the burden of strength for so long --
[ he shifts back to look at him, sober and thoughtful. ]
You must have been so lonely, Satoru.
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Date: 2023-03-28 07:24 pm (UTC)something else to give him purpose.
he meets his gaze when he pulls back to look at him, and the words out of his mouth strike a chord in him that nearly punches his next breath out of him before it has a chance to do him any good to begin with; it's lonely at the top, isn't it? someone one said, somewhere, and he'd never thought it would matter so much to him, even when he's always been well aware of just how outclassed everyone else is in comparison.
it's lonely at the top, isn't it?
he sighs, and something in him fractures. ) Am I that transparent? ( be a mirror, he'd told himself once. don't let them see what's on the inside—
quiet stretches between them for a handful of moments. ) I carried it for so long, and now I don't have it. What good is it being the strongest when what makes me the strongest is gone?
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Date: 2023-03-29 12:17 pm (UTC)[ because it's a privilege to be allowed that close, to be by his side. suguru has always understood that, which is why satoru being the strongest had left him on his own, whether they both realised that or not. satoru is the gamechanger, the one man who tips the scales, and suguru can't help but think back on all the pieces he'd put together; satoru had been such a threat that the only thing that could neutralise him is --
-- ah, he understands it now. ]
You've never allowed anyone else in. [ a one way mirror, always on the outside looking in, seeing others for who they are but not allowing the others to see -- not even his own children. after all, satoru has a duty to them, and perhaps here, suguru's task is to be what he should have been to satoru, before the world's cruelty had turned suguru against it.
he touches his cheek thoughtfully. ]
Even the son of God shed his power to walk among humans for awhile.
[ not that suguru particularly cares about humans, the nasty, backbiting creatures who will bite the hand that protects them. but perhaps to someone with satoru's power, even the sorcerers will seem like simple humans. but satoru has a crisis on his hands right now, a reckoning with the absence of his powers. ]
Have you considered that this could be an opportunity for you to draw close to the people you care about? Maybe you might discover a different type of strength that you never had, even at your strongest. After all, you're still Gojo Satoru.
[ and if you tell anyone suguru tells you soft, squishy things like these, husband, he's going to deny it vehemently. ]