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A first taste of...
By: Sila Date: April 13, 2015, 1:22 pm
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This is a prompt for your OCs! Write about your characters first
experience with some weird powerful thing such as Candy, Coffee,
Alcohol, Sex, Combat, Flying, or anything! Make it interesting
and true to your character, and write from first or third
person!
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Re: A first taste of...
By: Alvarik Date: April 13, 2015, 1:42 pm
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The Story of Aradrian's first Girlfriend, as written in his
journal
"Today, I have experienced true love for the first time. I had
been in a relationship with a woman, named Maria, for the first
time in a year or two, and it was working out really good for
me. After a few months we decided to take things seriously, so
she moved into my humble home near Westfall, on the edge of the
Forest. I had been up to my usual shady buisness of SI:7, and
she was up to her normal buisness as a barmaid. I am only in my
mid twenties but we decided to try to move it even further. One
evening things began to get intimate when her parents had come
to our house for dinner. Apparently Maria had invited them over
for dinner, and she didn't tell me the were coming over right as
we started to get comfortable if you know what I mean. They
shouted in the front door, but I couldn't hear them over the
sound of the shaking bed all the way upstairs. All of a sudden
they opened the door to find their naked daughter on top of me.
I quickly grabbed a pair of pants and dove out of the bed, and
out of the window, which is not a short fall. I feel right on my
face, bruising it, and looked up to find her Father shaking his
fist and cursing at me. I came back later to find her parents
gone. And she had cleaned up all the broken glass. 'You should
have told me they were coming,' I said. In reply she told me,
'Well honey you know I forgot that, but we were having fun
right?' 'If diving out of a window and landing on your face is
fun, sure!' We get a long so well it seems. I just hope I don't
see her Father any time soon."
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Re: A first taste of...
By: Caleb Norwill Date: April 13, 2015, 4:59 pm
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[pre][quote]Dear Eleanore:
I suppose I should formulate something to say to you, in regards
to the events of the evening. But I find that all the letters I
wanted to write turned into letters to Caleb - to assert a
superiority that I shouldn't have to bother to assert. We both
know that even if he is my 'other half' as you claim, we both
know that I'll live, while he dies underneath my skin cells. He
has become remarkably good at hiding away. He's allowing me to
do what I have always done. Succeed. Everybody wants to do
something worthwhile with their life - myself included. As you
have likely guessed at this point - you seem the smart, forward
thinking sort - I would very much like to become king again. It
won't be too terribly difficult. Not for somebody who has all
the time in the world. When you asked me to come home with you,
I was merely obliging your requests. True, I had an ulterior
motive, but should that really change the substance of the
actions that followed, or result in anything more than what was
useful? After all, I am so untrustworthy. So unreliable. And
yet, here I am, writing this at the corner of your bed, in the
small hours.
It's really not so difficult. I've done this before. I know what
I'm doing. Caleb, the poor daft thing, is going to drown himself
like he always does, when things become too difficult for him to
handle, when things stretch beyond the bounds of what he accepts
as truth. This little act of rebellion, this small crime we have
committed just affirms that Caleb is gone, now. I have control.
I always have. It's such a little thing, to just take a deep
breath, swallow up your pride, and bow your head to the one true
king. Caleb is learning what that means, in the space between
spaces, in what's left of his mind. Bow your head, Caleb. You
don't have to worry about such things, Eleanore. There's not a
need for it, now. You have helped me, in some, strange way,
become more real. You didn't desire or want for the shaking,
pale thing, the thing that crawled out of the dark. You wanted
me. And you got me. And now, I can help you. I can. Yes, I know
you have your trepidations. I know you're not positive, and that
this is all a game for you. You're laughing and smiling, and not
taking this thing for anything more than a transgression. For
me, I laugh, I smile, and I know. I know that this is an act of
rebellion. I don't know if you will tell the commander or not,
and if you do, I would cut your heart from you and serve it up
on a platter. I think you are aware that this is not an empty
threat. Accept my word as a man from 'your' country. I am
nothing, if not honest.
Caleb is trying to kill himself. That's what he does, when
winter comes around. I say this, in full acknowledgement that
you will never see this letter, because if you did, you would
try and stop him. You do have such a tender heart, don't you,
Eleanore? He cannot kill himself, because I won't let him. I
find it prudent to shut him away, for the time being. In these
early, crucial stages of his development. He does these things
to himself, and truly, I only want to help him. He's angry,
angry all the time. Angry, because I'm right. When he pried his
heart from our collective chest, he did so because he was angry
- not for my reasons. You saw the unnatural scar that he left on
us, the place where his heart used to be. It's so strange how
inhuman he is, in comparison to me. It's surprising. You'd think
that the man with all the betrayals, the man who the world loved
to hate, the man that a war was led against, the man with no
heart and no soul would be the less than human one. But the
truth is, Eleanore, Caleb Norwill is so far away from his
humanity that he has forgotten what a woman feels like, what the
knucklebones of the girl he refuses to forget feel like. In this
infinite loop of rememberings, he has stopped living. He has
forgotten what it is to love - don't pretend I don't know what
that is . Of course I do. I lived once. And I can still recall
that feeling on some level - though for me, it is wanting. Caleb
Norwill has forgotten what it is to want another person.
But I haven't.
I wonder why you chose this moment to sleep with me. Is it
because I have what Caleb's 'stunted advisor' refers to as
'primacy'? Or is it because I have finally become real to the
rest of you, something beyond a delusion from a half-mad boy? I
think it must be because something in your life was so broken,
so wrong, that this perversion was nothing more than something
to take your mind off of it. I admire that in you, Eleanore. You
are smart enough to know that I am not your friend, but not
stupid enough to assume that I'm your enemy. The rest of this
grand and noble order believe that I'm there to be their enemy.
I believe the commander described this as 'getting in her way.'
'Her way'. One day, I will have my way again, and for a moment,
I had it. It was an interesting experience, to want, again. To
see bruises on dead flesh. Of course, these bruises won't ever
fade, these black badges will be something that Caleb will have
to wear with pride - like he bears his title as a crown. My
accomplishments, he takes as his own. Take this one, Caleb. Take
this one, you child. I wish I could force him to be more
proactive is taking what he wants, but this is the first
opportunity I have had to force his hand. This is the first time
I have gotten what I have wanted in these long two years that we
have been together. He dreams of all these things he never did,
as you know. But you had me. And I had all these things, I had
all these stories. His greatest triumphs, his greatest failures.
My triumphs. My failures. They were mine first.
Nothing has happened. I suppose that this is to change something
between us. I would be foolish to say it wouldn't. I am not
somebody you take to bed once, in the hopes that they will
emerge without being altered, in the hopes that this is a
singular occurrence, in the case that this is something that I
'experimented' with. Caleb may be pure. But I am not pure. I
haven't been pure since almost ten years ago, when I stood there
with my father's blood on my hand - when I felt absolutely
nothing. I am stronger than to say that I will miss you. I
won't. The space between the sheets will not go cold (though
they were admittedly cold when I occupied them) without me.
There will be others. Just as I will have others. This doesn't
break any of my obligations to the commander because the idea of
a relationship is so repellant. It's a mortal thing. They don't
last.
You were curious. I was curious.
Let's leave it at that.
I am writing this for Caleb's benefit, to be truth, Eleanore. I
want him to know exactly what he's done. He's killed children,
slaughtered families, and yet, this is the one act that he will
find most terrible, most shameful, most disgusting.
He's so unbearably inhuman. [/quote][/pre]
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