Letters and Odds and Ends [Finished]

[Kari Muffin]

In one ear and out the other.

Rosewood listened to what the man had to say though. He honestly could have walked out, but he did have an honest interest in helping people.

The swan was also happy that he didn't have children. Because if he had to deal with this sort of nightmare he probably would have killed one or two of them for his own sanity. But of course he didn't voice any of that. His hatred of children was something that he liked to keep to himself and his Lover.

"You wouldn't be here, Your Highness, if you didn't love your children." He said as he dipped his quill in ink.

"All right," Rosewood said when the man was finished. He stood up and walked across the room, pulling a book off the shelf and paging through it. When he came to the page he was looking for he ran his finger along circled a particular passage with a quill.

He returned to his chair, offering the book to Apocalypse as he explained. "We have several options to help you. It's all probably going to sound ridiculous, and we might have to go through several treatments to find something that works. But we can start with magnesium or I can send you to an herbalist with a particular script for a tea that should help if you take it before bed or when you feel like you're going to have a mood swing."

He waved at the book. "And there you have a list of the unconventional methods from shoving needles into your pressure points to aroma therapy. But all of these have worked along the line for someone."

[carcinoGeneticist]

Was this really what he wanted?

Drugs, to numb his mind and keep his demons at bay. To keep him in line, to make him an upstanding member of the community. To reign him in. At first, none of it sounded bad. He wanted to be a good lover, a good parent, a good King. That wasn't what gave him pause.

It was the thought of losing himself. He'd been formulated by the mind of an insane woman, his own personal quirks bending to better match her own. That was what he was, and a lot of the urges he felt - and followed through with - were simply parts of the whole that made up Apocalypse. He was afraid to lose it. Even if sometimes, it scared him, he had grown to like who he was. So had Spekkio, and Poe, and... Xiven. His Queen. She had loved him before, even, when his psychosis was even worse than it was now. What would she think of this new him?

"Just give me whatever you think will be the most successful." He mumbled from around his own arm, his gaze dropping to the floor. "You're the expert."

[Kari Muffin]

Rosewood refrained from sighing or smacking the King with a book for his response. The man crossed his arms for a moment, his book being held to his chest. What would be the best solution for a patient who didn't want to take medication?

"You have to be part of the solution if you want it to work," Rosewood said as he set the book down on the counter and grabbed his script book. "I'm going to prescribe you a little bit of tea. Only drink it when you feel like you're going to have a violent outburst, or right before bed. Don't have more than one drink of the tea in a day. There's a pharmacist in the Highlands who can fill this for you so you don't actually have to run all the way to the capital if you ever need a refill."

He neatly wrote the script down, and tore it off of the pad. "If you're feeling this isn't helping after a month we should look for another method."

[carcinoGeneticist]

Of course. This just... wasn't going to be easy. Ever. The King didn't like that he was doing this, but it felt like he didn't have a choice at this point. His life was too public, too... Observed. He needed to change something before the whole world turned against him.

This was a good change to make. He just had to keep telling himself that, until he really believed it. As long as he believed it long enough to take the damn meds, it didn't really matter.

Silently, Apocalypse reached out and took the script, giving it a quick glance over. "Sounds reasonable enough. I'll... be in touch, then, to let you know." He swallowed hard, folding the paper and then tucking it into the back pocket of his pants, giving the door a furtive glance. No one was around, thankfully, to see his shame. There were advantages to this whole therapy thing. He gave the Swan another look, then laughed softly, bringing a hand up to his forehead and rubbing it. How had things come to this?

"Thank you for all the help. I know I've not exactly been... Easy." What more could he say? "If there's nothing else I need to know, I'll be on my way."

[Kari Muffin]

The swan watched the man's movements. Was he really going to give this a try or was he just looking for a quick solution? Rosewood refrained from frowning. He was probably looking for a quick fix, which meant he would either be back soon or he was going to be giving up.

"All right then," The swan said as he set down his script pad. There was still hope that he would actually make progress and follow instructions. Of course Rosewood wasn't about to put all of his eggs in one basket.

The swans eyebrows quirked at the comment. So he was deciding to thank him now after all of that trouble? It would almost be a sweet gesture if the man wasn't so filled with Heart Pride and Ego. "You're welcome. Though it would be better to keep the thanks for later. It might be a long and hard road ahead of you. I hope this solutions helps, Your Highness."

The swan forced a cordial smile. "You're more than free to go. If there are any extra instructions from the pharmacist I recommend following them."

[carcinoGeneticist]

((Shall we call this one done? <3))