Post by Fiction on Nov 11, 2006 20:49:31 GMT -5
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love. -- Sophocles
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Love. Amazing how such a simple word, comprised of four letters of the Latin alphabet, can hold such extreme, unfathomable depths. The word is born of truth, trust, and attraction, morphing into something altogether the same and different that grasps an undefinable emotion which thrives in the soul. Like a drug, it is desired beyond almost all else once recognized, bleeding through the veins of existence until eventually it swallows the entire beings from which it originated. People live and die for love; they will lay their souls bare to the worst kind of pain imaginable for love that is more excrutiating by far than hanging by a thread to physical life with every bone shattered, skin burnt beyond recognition and the blackness fighting to consume. They will do anything for this simple word, straining desperately for the impossible and at times even succeeding. It is, by all common standards, both like a sickness and a poultice that heals. Destruction and therapy both are wrought by this thing that is both wonderful and terrible to all those involved. When attempted, it is the greatest risk, the greatest pain, and the greatest pleasure; and if all goes well with such a fickle thing whose definition is buried in the inexplicable confines of a single, four-letter word, it reaps the greatest rewards.
Fiction had experienced this thing a few times previously in his life for other equines he had learned to care so deeply about that he would much rather have died a million times with the most pain possible involved as opposed to harming them or letting them down in any way. Still, he had managed to unintentionally. He was one giant screw-up that couldn't seem to do things right for those around him - convincing without fighting, loving without expressing his true feelings. Not only this, but he himself had been let down so many times. He had laid himself bare to the beatings of those surrounding him and everyone had seemed to take advantage of his proffered opportunity. He was wearied by life and betrayal, his trust waning so that the kind heart that dwelled and thrived within his broad, Spanish chest had withered like a sunflower deprived of life-sustaining sunlight. His last hope had been Lorena, the beautiful Lorena whose very touch had once soothed the worries of the world from his mind, but when she had left, the life that struggled within his sunflower heart had faltered and nearly died. Only a seed remained behind as the mother plant faded off into the distance, a single ember of desperate hope that needed foundation and sustenance in order to prosper and ignite once more into the beautiful flame it once had been. Now he had once again wandered unknowingly onto the unstable grounds of love. This wonderful Melody standing next to him, so close and real that he could feel her gentle breath upon his skin while furry auds captured the sound of the fluctuating beat of her heart, had provided the water and soil so that the seed of his heart had somehow broken from its shell and sprouted tentative roots into the earth where he had thought there never to be roots again. The winds had given him encouragement. Lucium had given him reason. Melody gave him life. Her lyrics had washed away his sorrows, kissing him with ease and laying a blanket of prevailing calm over his back where once the world's pain had been. Her tears were like his own, born of the same cruelty that had swallowed them until they had fallen into a pit of unceasing agony. Her fur beneath his velvety ebony muzzle, with the blood flowing steadily beneath so that his touch earned him heat, felt so real and alive to him. Tightly he grasped this emotion of weightless wonder that permitted passion and desire to flood his veins, reveling in the pleasant tingle of joy that spread fingers of warmth throughout his body while heart became enveloped in a vine of fierce ardor. Maybe, just maybe, this was it. Maybe destiny had for once deigned to hand them both this one escape from the prison of their past pain. Maybe this was bliss.
Fiction observed the emotions that flickered over her facade with near amusement even despite the solemnity of the situation and the fear that was beginning to creep up his throat to constrict his breathing as he awaited her response. The fear, the shock... what he dared to believe might be love - he saw it all as each emotion slid smoothly like water over her features, contorting them in slight amounts depending on the expression. He concentrated on his breathing, shallow though it might be, and the steady thud of his heart as it pounded within his barrel. He felt rather than saw the slow rise and fall of Melody's chest as she breathed, her eyes holding a certain intensity that held him completely captivated and bewitched as if by a spell. He could feel the desire that was strung between them, the necessity to be close. His breath caught when he noticed a tear form and fall from her eyes, suddenly gripped by fear and harried by a great, tense pressure that pushed at him from all sides with invisible hands. He was terrified now that he had been too brash, that his words had been formed in improper haste, even if they had been born of the intense emotion that stirred within. But he found himself breathing again, quick and shallow in anxious anticipation as her maw parted and those beautiful sounds poured forth once more from her lips to grace his attentive auds, wrapping him in warmth and removing some of the fear that clung to him with demon's claws. The voicing of his name caused a shiver to race down his spine as it was voiced more as a statement than the beginning of a sentence, the depths of what may have been passion dripping from her tongue. Immediately his apprehensions were allayed, slowly stroked from his body with each passing syllable that emerged from her delicate maw. Now different emotions passed over him, drifting through his body just as the cold wind had now begun to toy with his mane. He felt an intense bitterness as she recounted some of her history to him and the desire to wrap her in his embrace, to hold her forever and protect her from the pains of the world overcame him. Then came excitement and relief at the following words that touched his ears. A single thought raced through his mind with the swiftness of a gale, repeating itself so beautifully in his previously tormented mind. Ella me amo. All else paused in the world, seemingly to provide him with time to place the vast meaning of those words and store them forever within the confines of thought. Mi Melodía... ella me amo. Ella va a venido conmigo. A sort of trembling began to consume him, brought about by something completely alternate to the arctic temperatures the winds now carried. Excitement raced through his body, carrying him away into a distant dreamland so that he was nearly lost in his glee. Love burned in his eyes as he retained his focus, stilling his form so that it no longer shook with whatever emotions were now escaping. A sort of roaring calm lay about the two forms for only a matter of seconds before Fiction at last managed to clear the constriction from his throat and give life to his voice in reply.
"My dear Melody, my beautiful Melody. My queen." He paused here, voice raspy with the emotions that could not be contained. "I am in love with you, too, and I agree with you when you say that you would rather die than be apart. I, too, would rather die, although it would pain me greatly for me to be the cause of any pain of yours. I feel that we... belong together. I belong by your side." His thoughts rotated to the story of her own mother she had just related to him and concern creased his brow. "I am sorry for the cruel things this world has brought to you. I only wish that my apology meant something more than just words. You have done nothing to deserve what you have been given. I only hope that I might be..." He paused again, searching vainly for words that might carry his emotions properly and believed that he failed, "...something remotely good in your life. I cannot take back any pain that has been caused, but I hope I can make your future brighter, give you at least a small portion of what you really do deserve, even though I am unworthy of your presence." His ears drooped to the sides at this, for he really did feel insignificant and undeserving of love even if the emotion called to him and begged for his involvement. Still, he managed to move his muzzle so that his skin touched hers, heat igniting there to spread like tingling fire as his breath brushed her fur. He pressed against her, offering her his warmth as the temperatures slowly spiraled downwards in this wintry climate. Sadness overwhelmed him, but still he clung to that feeling of belonging that he experienced only when in her presence. She was his home. He removed his muzzle so that he could peer into her eyes, extending his arched neck to touch her tear-stained jowel. He sighed against her skin, soft breath tickling yet enticing. He removed his kissers once more to look at her, love bright in his dark chocolate optics. "Melody, you are more beautiful than all the stars in the sky." He could have continued, but he let that statement rest for now, just content to gaze at her and absorb her beauty. Smile tugged at the corners of lips and the sadness was eased even though it continued to lurk somewhere in those eyes. "Come, my dear Melody. Let us go home."
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Love. Amazing how such a simple word, comprised of four letters of the Latin alphabet, can hold such extreme, unfathomable depths. The word is born of truth, trust, and attraction, morphing into something altogether the same and different that grasps an undefinable emotion which thrives in the soul. Like a drug, it is desired beyond almost all else once recognized, bleeding through the veins of existence until eventually it swallows the entire beings from which it originated. People live and die for love; they will lay their souls bare to the worst kind of pain imaginable for love that is more excrutiating by far than hanging by a thread to physical life with every bone shattered, skin burnt beyond recognition and the blackness fighting to consume. They will do anything for this simple word, straining desperately for the impossible and at times even succeeding. It is, by all common standards, both like a sickness and a poultice that heals. Destruction and therapy both are wrought by this thing that is both wonderful and terrible to all those involved. When attempted, it is the greatest risk, the greatest pain, and the greatest pleasure; and if all goes well with such a fickle thing whose definition is buried in the inexplicable confines of a single, four-letter word, it reaps the greatest rewards.
Fiction had experienced this thing a few times previously in his life for other equines he had learned to care so deeply about that he would much rather have died a million times with the most pain possible involved as opposed to harming them or letting them down in any way. Still, he had managed to unintentionally. He was one giant screw-up that couldn't seem to do things right for those around him - convincing without fighting, loving without expressing his true feelings. Not only this, but he himself had been let down so many times. He had laid himself bare to the beatings of those surrounding him and everyone had seemed to take advantage of his proffered opportunity. He was wearied by life and betrayal, his trust waning so that the kind heart that dwelled and thrived within his broad, Spanish chest had withered like a sunflower deprived of life-sustaining sunlight. His last hope had been Lorena, the beautiful Lorena whose very touch had once soothed the worries of the world from his mind, but when she had left, the life that struggled within his sunflower heart had faltered and nearly died. Only a seed remained behind as the mother plant faded off into the distance, a single ember of desperate hope that needed foundation and sustenance in order to prosper and ignite once more into the beautiful flame it once had been. Now he had once again wandered unknowingly onto the unstable grounds of love. This wonderful Melody standing next to him, so close and real that he could feel her gentle breath upon his skin while furry auds captured the sound of the fluctuating beat of her heart, had provided the water and soil so that the seed of his heart had somehow broken from its shell and sprouted tentative roots into the earth where he had thought there never to be roots again. The winds had given him encouragement. Lucium had given him reason. Melody gave him life. Her lyrics had washed away his sorrows, kissing him with ease and laying a blanket of prevailing calm over his back where once the world's pain had been. Her tears were like his own, born of the same cruelty that had swallowed them until they had fallen into a pit of unceasing agony. Her fur beneath his velvety ebony muzzle, with the blood flowing steadily beneath so that his touch earned him heat, felt so real and alive to him. Tightly he grasped this emotion of weightless wonder that permitted passion and desire to flood his veins, reveling in the pleasant tingle of joy that spread fingers of warmth throughout his body while heart became enveloped in a vine of fierce ardor. Maybe, just maybe, this was it. Maybe destiny had for once deigned to hand them both this one escape from the prison of their past pain. Maybe this was bliss.
Fiction observed the emotions that flickered over her facade with near amusement even despite the solemnity of the situation and the fear that was beginning to creep up his throat to constrict his breathing as he awaited her response. The fear, the shock... what he dared to believe might be love - he saw it all as each emotion slid smoothly like water over her features, contorting them in slight amounts depending on the expression. He concentrated on his breathing, shallow though it might be, and the steady thud of his heart as it pounded within his barrel. He felt rather than saw the slow rise and fall of Melody's chest as she breathed, her eyes holding a certain intensity that held him completely captivated and bewitched as if by a spell. He could feel the desire that was strung between them, the necessity to be close. His breath caught when he noticed a tear form and fall from her eyes, suddenly gripped by fear and harried by a great, tense pressure that pushed at him from all sides with invisible hands. He was terrified now that he had been too brash, that his words had been formed in improper haste, even if they had been born of the intense emotion that stirred within. But he found himself breathing again, quick and shallow in anxious anticipation as her maw parted and those beautiful sounds poured forth once more from her lips to grace his attentive auds, wrapping him in warmth and removing some of the fear that clung to him with demon's claws. The voicing of his name caused a shiver to race down his spine as it was voiced more as a statement than the beginning of a sentence, the depths of what may have been passion dripping from her tongue. Immediately his apprehensions were allayed, slowly stroked from his body with each passing syllable that emerged from her delicate maw. Now different emotions passed over him, drifting through his body just as the cold wind had now begun to toy with his mane. He felt an intense bitterness as she recounted some of her history to him and the desire to wrap her in his embrace, to hold her forever and protect her from the pains of the world overcame him. Then came excitement and relief at the following words that touched his ears. A single thought raced through his mind with the swiftness of a gale, repeating itself so beautifully in his previously tormented mind. Ella me amo. All else paused in the world, seemingly to provide him with time to place the vast meaning of those words and store them forever within the confines of thought. Mi Melodía... ella me amo. Ella va a venido conmigo. A sort of trembling began to consume him, brought about by something completely alternate to the arctic temperatures the winds now carried. Excitement raced through his body, carrying him away into a distant dreamland so that he was nearly lost in his glee. Love burned in his eyes as he retained his focus, stilling his form so that it no longer shook with whatever emotions were now escaping. A sort of roaring calm lay about the two forms for only a matter of seconds before Fiction at last managed to clear the constriction from his throat and give life to his voice in reply.
"My dear Melody, my beautiful Melody. My queen." He paused here, voice raspy with the emotions that could not be contained. "I am in love with you, too, and I agree with you when you say that you would rather die than be apart. I, too, would rather die, although it would pain me greatly for me to be the cause of any pain of yours. I feel that we... belong together. I belong by your side." His thoughts rotated to the story of her own mother she had just related to him and concern creased his brow. "I am sorry for the cruel things this world has brought to you. I only wish that my apology meant something more than just words. You have done nothing to deserve what you have been given. I only hope that I might be..." He paused again, searching vainly for words that might carry his emotions properly and believed that he failed, "...something remotely good in your life. I cannot take back any pain that has been caused, but I hope I can make your future brighter, give you at least a small portion of what you really do deserve, even though I am unworthy of your presence." His ears drooped to the sides at this, for he really did feel insignificant and undeserving of love even if the emotion called to him and begged for his involvement. Still, he managed to move his muzzle so that his skin touched hers, heat igniting there to spread like tingling fire as his breath brushed her fur. He pressed against her, offering her his warmth as the temperatures slowly spiraled downwards in this wintry climate. Sadness overwhelmed him, but still he clung to that feeling of belonging that he experienced only when in her presence. She was his home. He removed his muzzle so that he could peer into her eyes, extending his arched neck to touch her tear-stained jowel. He sighed against her skin, soft breath tickling yet enticing. He removed his kissers once more to look at her, love bright in his dark chocolate optics. "Melody, you are more beautiful than all the stars in the sky." He could have continued, but he let that statement rest for now, just content to gaze at her and absorb her beauty. Smile tugged at the corners of lips and the sadness was eased even though it continued to lurk somewhere in those eyes. "Come, my dear Melody. Let us go home."
Translations:
Ella me amo.
--> She loves me.
Mi Melodía... ella me amo. Ella va a venido conmigo.
--> My Melody... she loves me. She is going to come with me.
ooc: Bah, lame ending, but otherwise I think I like it, which is highly unusual for me.
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