[Jon nods. And... He has no idea how to actually do this. Or how to start.
He steps closer to him, hesitating for just a moment before resting both hands on Algric's shoulders. Algric's still taller, Jon still has to look up at him, but it's fine. He swallows and... What even should he say? Compulsions are whatever he says? He has to word it carefully.]
I-i... Algric. [He clears his throat. Still keeps his focus on him, but. Just thinking about it.... He doesn't know the full context of the compulsion itself, he can only work off what little he knows.]
I wish you could forget what Elias makes you see. And that you should see yourself the way I see you.
[The words reach in, dig deep into where Elias' perfect, purely artistic way of fitting his words into Algric's brain, his whole way of thinking. And gently tug at its restraints. It's hard, doing it while not damaging Algric. Jon is visibly pained, but forcing his way through while trying to be delicate about it. Seconds stretch across deep canyons as he works until finally... It's free. And a new groundwork is laid. It's softer, and less finessed as Elias' handiwork, but it's solid. The knowledge and compulsion that Algric can not only see himself, but the way Jon sees him: as Algric himself, with a bit more softness. A little more brightness, a slightly more romantic look to Algric.
Jon is breathless when he feels like it's done. The feeling of the words are out of him and feel settled. He rests his temple against Algric's cheek taking deep, slow breaths.]
I think... I don't know for sure if it worked, but. I think I'm done.
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Date: 2020-08-22 01:08 am (UTC)He steps closer to him, hesitating for just a moment before resting both hands on Algric's shoulders. Algric's still taller, Jon still has to look up at him, but it's fine. He swallows and... What even should he say? Compulsions are whatever he says? He has to word it carefully.]
I-i... Algric. [He clears his throat. Still keeps his focus on him, but. Just thinking about it.... He doesn't know the full context of the compulsion itself, he can only work off what little he knows.]
I wish you could forget what Elias makes you see. And that you should see yourself the way I see you.
[The words reach in, dig deep into where Elias' perfect, purely artistic way of fitting his words into Algric's brain, his whole way of thinking. And gently tug at its restraints. It's hard, doing it while not damaging Algric. Jon is visibly pained, but forcing his way through while trying to be delicate about it. Seconds stretch across deep canyons as he works until finally... It's free. And a new groundwork is laid. It's softer, and less finessed as Elias' handiwork, but it's solid. The knowledge and compulsion that Algric can not only see himself, but the way Jon sees him: as Algric himself, with a bit more softness. A little more brightness, a slightly more romantic look to Algric.
Jon is breathless when he feels like it's done. The feeling of the words are out of him and feel settled. He rests his temple against Algric's cheek taking deep, slow breaths.]
I think... I don't know for sure if it worked, but. I think I'm done.