[Jon makes a face and openly cringes at the suggestion. His mind turns immediately to Dorian's torture, to the blade slipping beneath his nails, into the pad of skin between his thumb and the rest of his fingers. It had hurt. It had been agony. But Hannibal's not wrong. It had certainly been distracting.
The Archivist avoids the other man's gaze by staring down at his hands. He's foregone gloves for the moment and his right is a mass of burn scars that look suspiciously like they're in the shape of another person's hand.]
My name is... [His brows furrow. 'The Archivist' is how he should finish that, by rights.] Is... all of it needed? Obviously, I know my name.
It doesn't matter if it doesn't stop the cravings. I just need to... I need to stop doing it. It's not just the one person. I've triggered... more than one person. It's harder here. I didn't go out as much before. There weren't as many people with... with asthma.
cw: hand/fingernail torture
The Archivist avoids the other man's gaze by staring down at his hands. He's foregone gloves for the moment and his right is a mass of burn scars that look suspiciously like they're in the shape of another person's hand.]
My name is... [His brows furrow. 'The Archivist' is how he should finish that, by rights.] Is... all of it needed? Obviously, I know my name.
It doesn't matter if it doesn't stop the cravings. I just need to... I need to stop doing it. It's not just the one person. I've triggered... more than one person. It's harder here. I didn't go out as much before. There weren't as many people with... with asthma.