[ for a long moment, jack studies him quietly, considering him. there's no one he's told yet, here, and while he'd thought he wanted to live more freely here, jack isn't entirely sure he can.
there isn't his father, and the press lurking around every corner, to worry about. the general tone of this world seems to be much more lax about... what he is. he'd even seen a government official supposedly married to a man. of course, that one, holiday, was also very suspiciously locked away in a mental institute. so who knows. ]
No. I don't murder children. [ only grown men. mostly in war, but the one minister... well, let's not think about that. it chills even him to think of the spreading pool of blood on the council table. that wasn't him. it shouldn't have been him. but it was. that's what he'd become there - just one more sacrifice he'd made to becoming the man he'd thought he'd needed to. Add it to the pile. ]
I sleep with men. [ he blurts out, less because he wants to test if Erik lives up to his word and more because he's tired of hiding it. ] Being honest about that probably would have meant exile, at home.
[ not because that's a national ruling, but because his father wouldn't have allowed it out. he'd rather pretend he never had a son than have a queer one. ]
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there isn't his father, and the press lurking around every corner, to worry about. the general tone of this world seems to be much more lax about... what he is. he'd even seen a government official supposedly married to a man. of course, that one, holiday, was also very suspiciously locked away in a mental institute. so who knows. ]
No. I don't murder children. [ only grown men. mostly in war, but the one minister... well, let's not think about that. it chills even him to think of the spreading pool of blood on the council table. that wasn't him. it shouldn't have been him. but it was. that's what he'd become there - just one more sacrifice he'd made to becoming the man he'd thought he'd needed to. Add it to the pile. ]
I sleep with men. [ he blurts out, less because he wants to test if Erik lives up to his word and more because he's tired of hiding it. ] Being honest about that probably would have meant exile, at home.
[ not because that's a national ruling, but because his father wouldn't have allowed it out. he'd rather pretend he never had a son than have a queer one. ]