aoshi
in
bartsgarden
Writings~
For those of you who don't follow my writing projects journal, I've been having strange, suttle conversations with some of my muses (original, not so original, rpg related, original story related). I don't write a lot, I'm not very good at it, but its something ever so often that I think people just do when they feel a connection or a desire to know more.
So, I had one today -- a conversation I mean. It really didn't exactly go anywhere, we all know how this muse gets with me, so I figured considering its sort of RPG related, that I guess I could post it here. I'm really shy about stuff like this though. ._.;
This is what I get for dealing with a self-absorbed muse. >_> sorry if this is a piece of crap.
"A fuse?"
"They feel like sparklers bursting upon my backside."
"You could have avoided that situation, you do realize."
"I could have, and sure, the outcome would have been something different, but I wanted it, and I won't stop myself from the things I want... unlike some else."
"And just what is that suppose to mean?"
"It's disgusting that you silence yourself."
"...don't even start with this 'dignified' bullshit. It's going in one ear and out the other."
"...and isn't it sad?"
"Stop saying that."
The man crosses his legs, leaning back in his chair. He opens his watch to take a glance at the time. Satisfied, he snaps the watch shut before slipping it back into his jacket pocket.
"Was there anything relevant that you wished to discuss with me? My oven is about to go in twenty minutes."
"Why can't you take me seriously?"
"You should know the answer to that. I don't think it would be necessary for me to repeat something you already know yourself."
"...we we're suppose to be on the subject of you."
"Ah, and how interesting I must be -- I beg to differ mun."
"Enough with your crowned dignity, I get it. I write it for fuck sakes."
".....you used a dirty curse word."
"Bite me."
Brushing back his crimson locks, the man shuts his eyes, a look of pensiveness upon his face before he resumes eye contact.
"You want to know about 'them' don't you?"
"Yes."
"And why I wanted to please them?"
A nod.
"Jealousy. The same kind that runs through your veins is in mine."
"The same?"
"The very same."
"Does it... kill you inside sometimes?"
"Not the way it does you."
"We aren't talking about me."
"Yes, but we should be."
"...stop it."
"Did you think I couldn't tell?"
Reaching out to the table in front of him, the man takes hold of the glass. The red wine's aroma deep like the smell of coarse leather. He opens his eyes after taking a long swig of venomous liquid.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Not at all!"
"You lose."
"Whatever."
His hand gently rotates the liquid in a circular motion, he sits there waiting for the real subject at hand.
"Where are we going?"
"Where all rational beings go."
"Where's that?"
"Somewhere."
"Stop playing with me."
"You're so easy to toy with, though."
A pause. He shakes his head in annoyance.
"You've got ten minutes."
"I've got an eternity until you decide you're finished."
"An eternity, huh?"
Another pause, an air of silence wakes for a moment.
"What is with all this inane suspension?"
"I should be asking you the same question."
"I'm not suspending people."
"...ever read the 'Boy Who Cried Wolf'? You're the boy."
"...god I knew I loved you."
"As you should."
The man polishes off his drink, standing to his feet, he fixes the simple gold ring fixated on his finger.
"No beginning."
"No end."
"And when there's nothing left to burn..."
"...you have to set yourself on fire."
He blinks and lets out an unpleasant laugh.
"You shouldn't quote such copyrighted material."
"But that's what you do -- you burn."
"And do I burst?"
"No. You flicker.."
"Don't look back."
"I can't help it."
"Neither can I."
"And are you waiting for something?"
"I'm waiting to fall."
With a smirk, he lets out a laugh before making his way to the exit. In that instant he turns to look back at his company.
"My oven is going off."
"But we never even really started!"
"Another time I guess."
"Hey wait a sec---"
A pause between the two of them allures. The crimson haired man gives a wave standing in the door frame.
"Say anything."
"What--?"
So, I had one today -- a conversation I mean. It really didn't exactly go anywhere, we all know how this muse gets with me, so I figured considering its sort of RPG related, that I guess I could post it here. I'm really shy about stuff like this though. ._.;
This is what I get for dealing with a self-absorbed muse. >_> sorry if this is a piece of crap.
"A fuse?"
"They feel like sparklers bursting upon my backside."
"You could have avoided that situation, you do realize."
"I could have, and sure, the outcome would have been something different, but I wanted it, and I won't stop myself from the things I want... unlike some else."
"And just what is that suppose to mean?"
"It's disgusting that you silence yourself."
"...don't even start with this 'dignified' bullshit. It's going in one ear and out the other."
"...and isn't it sad?"
"Stop saying that."
The man crosses his legs, leaning back in his chair. He opens his watch to take a glance at the time. Satisfied, he snaps the watch shut before slipping it back into his jacket pocket.
"Was there anything relevant that you wished to discuss with me? My oven is about to go in twenty minutes."
"Why can't you take me seriously?"
"You should know the answer to that. I don't think it would be necessary for me to repeat something you already know yourself."
"...we we're suppose to be on the subject of you."
"Ah, and how interesting I must be -- I beg to differ mun."
"Enough with your crowned dignity, I get it. I write it for fuck sakes."
".....you used a dirty curse word."
"Bite me."
Brushing back his crimson locks, the man shuts his eyes, a look of pensiveness upon his face before he resumes eye contact.
"You want to know about 'them' don't you?"
"Yes."
"And why I wanted to please them?"
A nod.
"Jealousy. The same kind that runs through your veins is in mine."
"The same?"
"The very same."
"Does it... kill you inside sometimes?"
"Not the way it does you."
"We aren't talking about me."
"Yes, but we should be."
"...stop it."
"Did you think I couldn't tell?"
Reaching out to the table in front of him, the man takes hold of the glass. The red wine's aroma deep like the smell of coarse leather. He opens his eyes after taking a long swig of venomous liquid.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Not at all!"
"You lose."
"Whatever."
His hand gently rotates the liquid in a circular motion, he sits there waiting for the real subject at hand.
"Where are we going?"
"Where all rational beings go."
"Where's that?"
"Somewhere."
"Stop playing with me."
"You're so easy to toy with, though."
A pause. He shakes his head in annoyance.
"You've got ten minutes."
"I've got an eternity until you decide you're finished."
"An eternity, huh?"
Another pause, an air of silence wakes for a moment.
"What is with all this inane suspension?"
"I should be asking you the same question."
"I'm not suspending people."
"...ever read the 'Boy Who Cried Wolf'? You're the boy."
"...god I knew I loved you."
"As you should."
The man polishes off his drink, standing to his feet, he fixes the simple gold ring fixated on his finger.
"No beginning."
"No end."
"And when there's nothing left to burn..."
"...you have to set yourself on fire."
He blinks and lets out an unpleasant laugh.
"You shouldn't quote such copyrighted material."
"But that's what you do -- you burn."
"And do I burst?"
"No. You flicker.."
"Don't look back."
"I can't help it."
"Neither can I."
"And are you waiting for something?"
"I'm waiting to fall."
With a smirk, he lets out a laugh before making his way to the exit. In that instant he turns to look back at his company.
"My oven is going off."
"But we never even really started!"
"Another time I guess."
"Hey wait a sec---"
A pause between the two of them allures. The crimson haired man gives a wave standing in the door frame.
"Say anything."
"What--?"