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disarrayed) wrote2025-06-01 10:24 am
disarrayed) wrote2025-06-01 10:24 am
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WELCOME TO THE SALTBURNT NETWORK
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dr.graham
WELCOME TO THE SALTBURNT NETWORK
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dr.graham
I expect you took more than the prescribed dosage of Xanax on the plane and that's why it took you four hours to tell me you've landed?
We'll have to discuss this in our next session, Mr. Alvida.
We'll have to discuss this in our next session, Mr. Alvida.
Koby it is. An interesting nickname. Who gave it to you?
I'll have to find my prescription pad if you want more Xanax. I think I misplaced it in my travel things. Care to help find it?
I'll have to find my prescription pad if you want more Xanax. I think I misplaced it in my travel things. Care to help find it?
Creative.
[ koby is cute - a name that's a little more playful on the tongue. ]
I believe it's you who should say please. If I don't find my prescription pad, then I'm unfortunately unable to refill your medication. I would hate to see you go without for such a long time.
[ koby is cute - a name that's a little more playful on the tongue. ]
I believe it's you who should say please. If I don't find my prescription pad, then I'm unfortunately unable to refill your medication. I would hate to see you go without for such a long time.
Of course.
[ and joke's on you koby, he knows it's a big deal. ]
I appreciate your assistance all the same. Once we find it you can chastise me all you please. We have the whole of the English countryside as our backdrop.
[ and joke's on you koby, he knows it's a big deal. ]
I appreciate your assistance all the same. Once we find it you can chastise me all you please. We have the whole of the English countryside as our backdrop.
I have a few things that might help your hangover.
You'll have to ask nicely, where the robins and bluebirds will hear.
You'll have to ask nicely, where the robins and bluebirds will hear.
Excellent. You've come a long way on accepting that some things are meant to be a collaboration, a give and take from both parties. Your demands come with understanding now - it's progress.
I have what you want ready for you - you'll have to come collect it soon.
I have what you want ready for you - you'll have to come collect it soon.
My office is down the hallway from the library.
You have five minutes, then. If you don't find me by then, I fear the prescription pad is lost for good.
You have five minutes, then. If you don't find me by then, I fear the prescription pad is lost for good.
Edited (do not perceive me) 2025-06-02 15:37 (UTC)
[ will doesn't respond. koby's a smart boy, he'll figure it out in due time. and when he hears the thud of a foot on the door he almost snorts. petulant little thing, amusing. jakob has been in his books for some time now, and only lately has he started creeping round the back of his skull, like an itch that can't be gotten but you still chase it.
so he rises and opens the door. he's in his usual attire - nice, trim slacks and a button down cuffed up at the elbows. usually he has some kind of waistcoat or vest, but today he has a few buttons undone at the top of his shirt instead. ]
Ah. Mr. Alvida. Come in. You're only two minutes late.
[ a quirk at the corner of his lips. ] I'm impressed.
so he rises and opens the door. he's in his usual attire - nice, trim slacks and a button down cuffed up at the elbows. usually he has some kind of waistcoat or vest, but today he has a few buttons undone at the top of his shirt instead. ]
Ah. Mr. Alvida. Come in. You're only two minutes late.
[ a quirk at the corner of his lips. ] I'm impressed.
[it's always different in person -- the air changes when koby stomps inside, heavy boots and black on black, the quintessential broody youth. sometimes he's softer, around dr. graham, flannels layered over washed-soft tees, loose cargo pants, sneakers. sometimes he wants that, the softness, the strange way that his doctor -- will -- looks at him and seems to see everything koby is, every shattered, miserable piece.
and sometimes he comes to will like this: sharp edges and glares, stuffing his phone in his pocket and tracking mud across the carpet to flop into one of the gilded armchairs.] Yeah, next time pick a room that isn't a million miles away, god.
[scowling, daring, pushing -- koby knows the lines, knows the boundaries, but he bites at them, strains and snarls until will puts him back in his place. his eyes are bright with wanting it, wanting the particular bite only the good doctor can give him.]
and sometimes he comes to will like this: sharp edges and glares, stuffing his phone in his pocket and tracking mud across the carpet to flop into one of the gilded armchairs.] Yeah, next time pick a room that isn't a million miles away, god.
[scowling, daring, pushing -- koby knows the lines, knows the boundaries, but he bites at them, strains and snarls until will puts him back in his place. his eyes are bright with wanting it, wanting the particular bite only the good doctor can give him.]
[ he shuts the door (and locks it) behind them as koby stomps into the room, tracking muddy prints all over a rug that he doesn't own and doesn't give a shit about. he circles back around behind the desk, fluffing some papers and organizing a few things. ]
It will teach you to be more observant. That and if you really wanted that prescription, you would have found a way. I'm going to subtract a pill for every ten seconds you were late from the count on the script.
[ he pulls out an elaborately beautiful fountain pen, writes koby's name on the prescription pad. ]
Unless you have something else to tell me? Or something to show for your tardiness? My time is very valuable, Koby.
[ not mr. alvida, no - the first time he's used any other name for his rambunctious patient. ]
It will teach you to be more observant. That and if you really wanted that prescription, you would have found a way. I'm going to subtract a pill for every ten seconds you were late from the count on the script.
[ he pulls out an elaborately beautiful fountain pen, writes koby's name on the prescription pad. ]
Unless you have something else to tell me? Or something to show for your tardiness? My time is very valuable, Koby.
[ not mr. alvida, no - the first time he's used any other name for his rambunctious patient. ]
What?! [it comes out as a squawk, as koby sits upright, expression pure indignation.] That’s like – that’s – [a brief moment wherein he tries (and fails) to do the math on what he’s about to be shorted] – so many! That’s like, all of them!
[he scrambles out of his chair, clomping back onto the rug, expression beseeching and – yes, okay, a little desperate. he cannot do this damn trip sober, there’s no way in hell. reaching out, koby sets a hand on will’s arm, eyes wide, teeth notched into his lower lip.] I’m sorry. Really, I’m – sorry, I-I just got lost, I swear.
[he’s playing it up, stroking his palm along will’s arm slowly, feeling the work of his muscle beneath the fabric, the solid, firm shape of him, standing there offering everything koby wants – oblivion, drugged and dreamy and painless. that’s what will’s been, since the beginning of all this, a doorway out of the life koby didn’t ask for, didn’t want, and he’d be lying if he said it was only the drugs. it’s those and it’s everything else.
so he looks upwards with those big blue eyes, steps closer, drags his tongue over the swell of his lip in a slow, deliberate movement.] Can’t I – make it up to you somehow?
[he scrambles out of his chair, clomping back onto the rug, expression beseeching and – yes, okay, a little desperate. he cannot do this damn trip sober, there’s no way in hell. reaching out, koby sets a hand on will’s arm, eyes wide, teeth notched into his lower lip.] I’m sorry. Really, I’m – sorry, I-I just got lost, I swear.
[he’s playing it up, stroking his palm along will’s arm slowly, feeling the work of his muscle beneath the fabric, the solid, firm shape of him, standing there offering everything koby wants – oblivion, drugged and dreamy and painless. that’s what will’s been, since the beginning of all this, a doorway out of the life koby didn’t ask for, didn’t want, and he’d be lying if he said it was only the drugs. it’s those and it’s everything else.
so he looks upwards with those big blue eyes, steps closer, drags his tongue over the swell of his lip in a slow, deliberate movement.] Can’t I – make it up to you somehow?
Actions have consequences, Koby.
[ but there he goes, a little firecracker full of desperation and need. that's not the attractive part, no. he knows one day he will have to insist koby depart from the medications, that he will have to gingerly wean him off the things he chases to forget everything except himself. but not now, no. koby isn't ready for that.
and the man lays it on thick in a way that makes will snort, with his bitten bottom lip and the pets along his arms. it's the eyes, though, that always get him. knowing and wide and innocent all in one. sometimes he wonders what koby would taste like, dressed up in sweet sauces and neatly laid out. a feast for a man who enjoys fine things. ]
We can come to an agreement, yes.
[ he reaches to pluck koby's hand from his arm, giving him a tug so that the other has to sit on one spread thigh. and if he follows, will smiles up at him, reaches to touch his cheek, brush hair from his forehead. almost doting, were it not for the cool hunger in his eyes. ]
What do you think I want? [ he drops his hand, smears his thumb over the spit-slick bottom lip, giving it a soft pull before his fingers land on his chin. ] Guess right and I'll give you thirty seconds back.
[ but there he goes, a little firecracker full of desperation and need. that's not the attractive part, no. he knows one day he will have to insist koby depart from the medications, that he will have to gingerly wean him off the things he chases to forget everything except himself. but not now, no. koby isn't ready for that.
and the man lays it on thick in a way that makes will snort, with his bitten bottom lip and the pets along his arms. it's the eyes, though, that always get him. knowing and wide and innocent all in one. sometimes he wonders what koby would taste like, dressed up in sweet sauces and neatly laid out. a feast for a man who enjoys fine things. ]
We can come to an agreement, yes.
[ he reaches to pluck koby's hand from his arm, giving him a tug so that the other has to sit on one spread thigh. and if he follows, will smiles up at him, reaches to touch his cheek, brush hair from his forehead. almost doting, were it not for the cool hunger in his eyes. ]
What do you think I want? [ he drops his hand, smears his thumb over the spit-slick bottom lip, giving it a soft pull before his fingers land on his chin. ] Guess right and I'll give you thirty seconds back.
[will is visibly bemused, and he’s not normally visibly anything, veiling all his emotions behind the veneer of a good, dutiful therapist, confidentiality and how does that make you feel and notes jotted down on paper. koby doesn’t know what he wrote back in the beginning, back before things took a turn, before all his bared teeth and snarling and ferocity came to nothing and he finally just stood up, crossed the room and plopped himself down into will’s lap, that first time, leaned and whispered – you want to help me? i’ll show you how to help me.
this time is gentler, because koby knows he isn’t going to get shoved to the floor and have his guardian and the police and probably the vatican called. because will takes his hand and tugs him along, and he’s amused, and that’s a win, so koby’s smiling smug as a satisfied cat as he slips onto the offered seat. it’s an effort not to straddle will’s thigh, not to grind down against the meat of it and get himself off that way – wouldn’t be the first time – but he’s playing sweet today, he’s the earnest little strung-out patient willing to do whatever he’s told, willing to behave.
so he tips his head towards the touch, demandingly affectionate, smushing his cheek into will’s palm, pulling a thoughtful pout.] Hmmmmm… [one arm lifts, drapes around the good doctor’s neck, nestling the warm, pliant shape of the younger man’s body closer. koby huffs, scrunches his nose, rests his chin in will’s hand as his eyes roll upwards, exaggerated thought.] Dooooo I get a clue?
this time is gentler, because koby knows he isn’t going to get shoved to the floor and have his guardian and the police and probably the vatican called. because will takes his hand and tugs him along, and he’s amused, and that’s a win, so koby’s smiling smug as a satisfied cat as he slips onto the offered seat. it’s an effort not to straddle will’s thigh, not to grind down against the meat of it and get himself off that way – wouldn’t be the first time – but he’s playing sweet today, he’s the earnest little strung-out patient willing to do whatever he’s told, willing to behave.
so he tips his head towards the touch, demandingly affectionate, smushing his cheek into will’s palm, pulling a thoughtful pout.] Hmmmmm… [one arm lifts, drapes around the good doctor’s neck, nestling the warm, pliant shape of the younger man’s body closer. koby huffs, scrunches his nose, rests his chin in will’s hand as his eyes roll upwards, exaggerated thought.] Dooooo I get a clue?
[ it had been all business until koby snapped - until he stomped around like he had when he walked in the office door moments ago and demanded what he wanted. and maybe that was when everything started to crumble - when the lines between doctor and patient started to blur in many of his professional relationships. koby, a gateway drug.
he snorts at the thought, tipping his head back to look at him, fingers curling around his cheek, sliding up to the back of his skull, into his hair. he strokes the soft hair at his nape, nothing more or less. his free arm falls to koby's lap, reaching to tug him closer, get his legs up in his lap, a palm resting on his thigh. ]
Do you think you deserve a hint?
[ he tilts his head, curious. he always enjoys the creative answers, the many ways that koby can come up with to pull and push and pry to get what he wants. he should punish him. throw him down to the desk and make him beg until he's crying, but he doesn't. instead he reaches behind koby to undo a drawer of the desk. there's the tell-tale rattle of something - but will doesn't let koby see it. he raises his hand and with a quick toss, a rectangular pill on his tongue. ]
Take it.
he snorts at the thought, tipping his head back to look at him, fingers curling around his cheek, sliding up to the back of his skull, into his hair. he strokes the soft hair at his nape, nothing more or less. his free arm falls to koby's lap, reaching to tug him closer, get his legs up in his lap, a palm resting on his thigh. ]
Do you think you deserve a hint?
[ he tilts his head, curious. he always enjoys the creative answers, the many ways that koby can come up with to pull and push and pry to get what he wants. he should punish him. throw him down to the desk and make him beg until he's crying, but he doesn't. instead he reaches behind koby to undo a drawer of the desk. there's the tell-tale rattle of something - but will doesn't let koby see it. he raises his hand and with a quick toss, a rectangular pill on his tongue. ]
Take it.
Is this Dr. Graham? My name's Timoteo Salvatore. I'm wondering if you're taking new patients while you're here.
[ oh. salvatore. interesting. ]
Hello Mr. Salvatore, a pleasure.
My books are a little busy but I have some times throughout the week available. If it’s urgent, of course, I could try to squeeze you in today if you’d like.
What has you reaching out to me today? If you’re more comfortable, I could send you a short questionnaire instead.
Hello Mr. Salvatore, a pleasure.
My books are a little busy but I have some times throughout the week available. If it’s urgent, of course, I could try to squeeze you in today if you’d like.
What has you reaching out to me today? If you’re more comfortable, I could send you a short questionnaire instead.
How urgent is urgent? I'm not about to kill myself or anything. There's just a lot going on.
Okay. I can fill something out.
Okay. I can fill something out.
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