so, we know that abuse and victim responses to abuse are very central to aftg, but what i find interesting is how other characters respond to the victim’s reactions, especially when it comes to mourning their abuser. there’s something about kevin mourning riko, aaron mourning tilda, neil mourning mary, andrew mourning cass, thats so important to me because it really truly highlights how even when people are united through similar traumas, the differences in their situations makes it impossible to fully understand the relationship a person has to their abuser. neil, aaron, and andrew are united through the abuse, neglect, or - what the fuck is the word i’m thinking of? permit? condone? i mean, knowingly allowing it to happen and not intervening - stemming from a maternal figure. but neil can’t understand why andrew would hold on to cass for so long - he refused to let her go until aaron came into the picture. and andrew can’t understand why aaron would mourn for tilda, potentially viewing aaron’s grief as a betrayal of their promise. and they all ridicule kevin for his reactions to riko. of course, neil and andrew are also abused by riko, but they still can’t understand the complicated relationship between kevin and riko because, at the end of the day, they just weren’t there.
i mean this is primarily an observation but i really love how trauma and trauma response is depicted as nuanced, complex and overall just difficult to understand from an outsider perspective in the books. it reads as really real, and though it can be frustrating when a character doesn’t understand a different character’s response, you have to understand that their perception of said character’s response is warped by their own experience of abuse.
andrew bounced from home to home, never had stability, so obviously he held tight on to the first mother-figure that didn’t outright hurt him. his self-worth was probably low enough that he thought living with drake was a fine price to pay to keep cass.
neil only ever had his mother, and he’d willingly accept her harsh hands because he believed she was just keeping him safe from the very real dangers that were closing in on them.
aaron was dealing with an addiction, and so was his mother; he was equally dependent on her to avoid withdrawal as he was scared of her anger.
i don’t really have a point anymore but you get what i’m saying
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Level One
Dedicated to @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf and @thunderlightning351
Content Warning: referencing human sacrifice, slightly(?) unhinged Barbatos
"Hello, MC." Barbatos' sudden appearance at my side causes me to curse. I know he has the ability to teleport anywhere he wants to, but a little warning would have been nice.
"Apologies, MC," he continues. "I was simply following my instructions. Did you have a nice time with your parents?"
"Y-yeah, I did," I respond, still a little spooked. "We went out to eat at a Chinese buffet."
"That sounds lovely." He wraps an arm around me and guides me to the couch, remaining glued at my side as we sit down. This isn't the first time we've sat next to each other, but he's never been quite this close before.
And then I take a proper look at him. I'm not dealing with Barbatos the butler, but rather the Barbatos that accompanied me to the Severa concert. The one that I told Asmo I found incredibly attractive in great detail.
The Avatar of Lust is playing dirty right from the start.
Barbatos' lips are moving, but I'm not registering a single word he's saying. The parts of my brain that aren't obsessing over his natural scent are short-circuiting due to him being so close to me. One hand rests on my thigh while the other one plays with my hair and gently brushes up and down my arm. It all makes me rather jittery. I'm surprised I'm able to remain still. I want to simultaneously bolt out of the room and--
"You're not listening to me." Barbatos' harsh tone forces me to pay attention.
"I'm sorry. I'm finding it incredibly hard to concentrate." My explanation makes him smirk.
"Am I making you nervous, MC?" I can only manage a nod. "Good. Now you know how I felt when the roles were reversed."
"That's not fair!" I exclaim, remembering the exact moment he's referencing. "You told me to seduce you!"
"And you did, much to Diavolo's joy. He wouldn't stop teasing me about it for weeks." He repositions himself so that he's able to lean in closer to me.
"Once upon a time, you would have been given as an offering." His voice is low and menacing. "Not to the gods, like so many people believed, but to us. We're able to be entertained by sacrificial lambs for a long time. Inevitably, though, they become dull and boring. It's not their fault; it's simply the result of being exposed to sin over long periods of time.
"But your soul is different, MC. Due to the angel blood that flows through your veins, it maintains its brightness despite it constantly being surrounded by sin. Some might even say it feeds off it, making it that much stronger. If it weren't for Diavolo's mission, we'd have so much fun with you." His smile is that of a predator. I should be shitting my pants right about now. That would be the appropriate reaction to having a demon look at me like I'm his next meal.
Instead, I wait with bated breath for his next move. Barbatos tilts his head to the side.
"Of course, that doesn't scare you." he asks. "You find the idea rather arousing, don't you?"
It's messed up, I know. I shouldn't be turned on by any of this, and yet...
"I told myself long ago that I would only use my powers to help Diavolo, but you've made me reconsider that decision many times." He's pretty much on top on me at this point, holding me in place with his body weight.
"Why?" I whisper. He brings his mouth right up to my ear.
"Because the idea of messing with time in order to play with you is incredibly tempting." He kisses the base of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
Do not succumb to temptation.
I grab his shoulders and squeeze them as hard as I can, making him pause on his trail down my neck and look up at me.
"I can't," I tell him, despite my body screaming at him to continue.
"Are you sure?" I close my eyes and take a deep breath, forcing myself to answer,
"Yes." I feel him get off me. Seconds later, he grabs my hand.
"It's okay, MC. You can open your eyes." Doing so makes him smile softly. "The first stage of your test is complete."
"Did I pass?"
"See for yourself." Looking down at the ring I slipped on earlier, I notice a mark that I'm pretty sure wasn't there before.
"From my understanding, a tally will appear for every stage you complete successfully," Barbatos explains.
"That makes sense." He walks out of the room, returning moments later with a note in his hand.
"When you are ready, this contains information about the next stage," he tells me, handing me the note. "Of course, you're allowed to take as much time as you need to recenter yourself. I can make you some tea if you'd like." I shake my head.
"I know this might sound crazy given what we just did, but would you mind holding me?" He chuckles.
"Not at all." He stretches out on the opposite end of the couch, and I snuggle up to him. He begins stroking my hair. After a few moments of calm, I gather up the courage to ask,
"Did you mean what you said about time, or was that part of the act?"
"I wasn't acting," he answers. "I merely displayed emotions that I normally keep suppressed. Everything I told you is one hundred percent true."
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