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ph_logs2024-12-11 01:22 pm
lightconductor) wrote in ph_logs2024-12-11 01:22 pm
It's December
Who: Watson and you
What: December toplevel for your various Watson needs.
When: Throughout December
Warnings: Talk of old injuries/current disabilities, use of alcohol.
1.
With December comes the beginning of some colder weather, and for Watson, this has always meant the very physical reminder of the time he took a bullet in his shoulder, and the one that's still lodged in his kneecap. He's always had something of a limp, but these days? He's certainly leaning on his cane a little more than he normally does, as well as being a little more of a homebody.
The hot springs, however, are a tempting destination, particularly before the weather becomes bitter enough to keep him closer to home.
On a beach full of people, a bathing costume is, of course, necessary. Here, where it's a little quieter, it isn't, and after setting his clothes into a secure bundle, he slides into the water in the nude. He finds a comfortable seat, and closes his eyes.
2.
There are, of course, business hours.
Watson isn't so busy he won't sit at the front desk of the clinic himself if necessary, a cheerful little fire in the stove to keep the room warm while he writes. This has always been the way for him: quiet office hours are the perfect time to absorb himself in the task of writing some of the things in his head down onto paper. He writes with a dip pen, one where the shaft has been made with a rather familiar looking feather.
Pay no attention to the huge grey tomcat with the ragged ear who is often curled up by the fire, sleeping. He has a tendency to follow Watson to and from work, and comes and goes as he pleases. Watson might have given up on trying to control Diogenes's movements. It's easier just to let him in.
3.
In the evening, it's common for Watson to drop by the Oak and Iron and order a drink at the bar, or maybe a full meal if he has no other plans and does not want to attempt to cook himself. This is one of the little social things he does to keep himself sane, in fact.
He's quick with greetings, eager for conversation.
"How are you keeping yourself? Do you have time to join me?"
4.
Wildcard. Hit me up!
What: December toplevel for your various Watson needs.
When: Throughout December
Warnings: Talk of old injuries/current disabilities, use of alcohol.
1.
With December comes the beginning of some colder weather, and for Watson, this has always meant the very physical reminder of the time he took a bullet in his shoulder, and the one that's still lodged in his kneecap. He's always had something of a limp, but these days? He's certainly leaning on his cane a little more than he normally does, as well as being a little more of a homebody.
The hot springs, however, are a tempting destination, particularly before the weather becomes bitter enough to keep him closer to home.
On a beach full of people, a bathing costume is, of course, necessary. Here, where it's a little quieter, it isn't, and after setting his clothes into a secure bundle, he slides into the water in the nude. He finds a comfortable seat, and closes his eyes.
2.
There are, of course, business hours.
Watson isn't so busy he won't sit at the front desk of the clinic himself if necessary, a cheerful little fire in the stove to keep the room warm while he writes. This has always been the way for him: quiet office hours are the perfect time to absorb himself in the task of writing some of the things in his head down onto paper. He writes with a dip pen, one where the shaft has been made with a rather familiar looking feather.
Pay no attention to the huge grey tomcat with the ragged ear who is often curled up by the fire, sleeping. He has a tendency to follow Watson to and from work, and comes and goes as he pleases. Watson might have given up on trying to control Diogenes's movements. It's easier just to let him in.
3.
In the evening, it's common for Watson to drop by the Oak and Iron and order a drink at the bar, or maybe a full meal if he has no other plans and does not want to attempt to cook himself. This is one of the little social things he does to keep himself sane, in fact.
He's quick with greetings, eager for conversation.
"How are you keeping yourself? Do you have time to join me?"
4.
Wildcard. Hit me up!
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He starts palpating gently with his fingertips.
cw: mention of self-surgery
“There is still some aching from time to time, but I can feel a steady improvement. I do occasionally have to cut away some of the flesh around the elbows when it becomes overgrown, but it heals quickly.
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"If you ever want some help with that, do feel free to make an appointment. How severe is the aching?"
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cw: propaganda, indoctrination
“The false world I was fed for years told me to take pride in my nature. Of course, at the time, I did not fully understand that I was carrying a blight. I thought myself a lowly member of a Great House, exalted despite my humble station. I was on a long road to enlightenment, so I was told, and the giving of my miraculous flesh was a means to that end.”
“When I woke up and saw the destruction I had played a part of, it became too easy to over-correct, to believe the Tribunal’s line that my brothers and sisters and myself we naught but unholy beasts.”
“Finding my worth again has been difficult, to say the least.”
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"The way I see it," he says, "the fact that your body was put to uses that, in retrospect, you regret should not negate the fact that it is yours. I think you deserve to find your worth, in whatever form that may take."
CW: trauma, some of religious flavor
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"It sounds very difficult. Is it a comfort to know that it is not at all an uncommon experience, for many reasons?" Watson takes a breath, trying to find the right words. "I think -- I think it is helpful to think of it as a sort of wound. When beginning to exercise a wounded limb, care must be taken not to injure it again. If you want my counsel, I suggest patience, more than anything. And perhaps being... inventive... about what you can do instead."
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“I know this isn’t really of the professional matters I came to speak with you about.”
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"I might not be a sexologist," oh there's a word that is not very much in use anymore and yet I am absolutely am going to take this opportunity to use because I am a huge nerd, if you have not yet realised, "but I am a physician, and occasionally this sort of thing does manage to fall under my purview. If I can help, I would like to. I won't force the topic either."
A pause.
"It may not strictly be my business, but... your partner is patient, I hope?"
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“Yes, he is quite patient. The impatience is something I have imposed on myself, entirely. He is just… oh, he is just so wonderful, and I do not want to think for a moment that I am not caring for him as much as he does for me. In truth, our relationship is built upon listening ears and tender words, but now I am discovering this part of life I did knew but did not know, and it has set my head to spinning.”
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"I am heartily glad to hear it. Those listening ears and tender words will make it easier. It will become easier in time, I am certain. Do what you can, take as much joy in it as possible until you are ready to do more. You have the will and the support, after all."
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