Either as or, we live a common person.
Two is still one. It cannot live apart.
--"Clemente's Images" by Robert Creeley--
Sometimes he wanted out to play. Sometimes Jonathan stopped him. Sometimes he escaped anyway.
He was mischievous, he was daring, and he was just one half of Jonathan Crane that had separated from the whole, until two beings were created. They co-existed well enough, both Jonathan Crane, both not.
Jonathan bypassed Rebecca as he left for the night, tipping his head to her in courtesy. Within him he bristled.
Delicate little flower, isn't she? I wonder if her screams are just as sweet…
Jonathan ignored him. He had learned to over the years, but tonight the other chuckled.
Oh, denial…I want what you want, Jonny, and there are plenty of screams one can elicit from a person, not just those of terror…
Jonathan pursed his lips. He clenched his jaw at the implication of those words.
Sometimes he believed Scarecrow enjoyed making him uncomfortable. He felt Scarecrow smile at the accusation. Of course he did.