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This is an excerpt from an anonymous thread on Gaia, written by a friend.
The "lovers" are Gin and myself.
I don't know why I'm posting this.. I suppose it's because this kind of shocked me..
I don't know.
"As for the lovers...
It's not so much a hate that I have for them as just anger. Anger I suppose for the way they treat others and themselves. For the longest point of time, the Princess would always refuse the valiant little warrior. The Princess claimed she had eyes for me, which made my heart flutter. I wanted nothing more than to call that princess my queen. I would have put her on a cloud, made statues of gold in her image, painted portraits depicting her in the finest ways possible. I would have also mutilated her soft little flesh, bruised her, made her bleed, and cry just so that I could lick the tears away and hold her to my chest when we were done. Love her, and tell her that it's just to show her how much I care, and how much I truly love her. And that she looked beautiful in the pain, in the blood, in bruises and welts caused by my hands, my mind, my teeth against that pale soft flesh. To feel those tresses wrapped around my finger tips or against my cheek holding her close.
I yearned for that so badly, but then our hero walked in. Our little protagonist. She came in to save the princess, and take her away from the big bad wolf. The wolf, she wasn't so bad. The wolf respected the hero and didn't want to hurt the hero. She knew that the princess would do what the princess wanted, but the wolf would never hurt anyone. On days when the princess and the this wolf would sit about and talk, the princess would sing to the wolf, in a beautiful voice. Oh how I miss her singing... she sounded so small and frail, but she had the voice of angels with so much strength behind it. The princess also told me that she wanted to be with me, and had eyes for me. My heart fluttered, for who could ever love a beast? Of course, it wasn't love but the fact that someone that mind blowing and radiant could want me, it blew my mind. I wanted nothing more than to be the one she called her wolf, her protector, her girl. Though, I wasn't always sure how true she was to me. Our hero had a lovely habit of calling the Princess her girlfriend... despite the fact that the Princess claimed they weren't together. That she asked the hero to stop, but she never did. It made me ill to listen to the Hero talk to me about how much she loved her girlfriend and how she was doing such and such things, and this and that.
However, all good things must come to an end. The princess got a girlfriend and both the wolf and the hero were hurt.
I've spent so much time focusing on the princess that I've neglected the back story of the Hero.
The hero and I were friends, and it started out innocently enough, a love for something similar, is my earliest recollection. Though apparently it went back further. We would offer role playing gestures in threads, the typical hug or whatever... a little more depth than just " *Hugs* " as an answer. It would be typical conversation with gestures. I was a "little sister". Either way... we were close... but time passed and things changed. i had developed feelings for her at one point, never mentioned anything... she had feelings for me but thought that because I am who I am, I'd have never been interested... and blah. In short, we missed each other... Not too much to say. She cared for me, nurtured me and did what she thought was best. Part of me appreciated this new found attention (simply because I'm not used to such affection. I am rather to myself about issues and not used to people caring about them.) and well... loved it. Wanted it and nothing more. That didn't happen though, sadly enough. Well as time went on the hero confessed her love for the princess and of course I wouldn't step in the way... i stepped down with much resentment to her... but friends before relationships. Relationships come and go but friends are everything in the end. I knew it wouldn't be serious if it was myself and the princess. She's not someone I'd be able to spend my life with.. we're too young anyway.
So... eventually the princess got a girlfriend and left a wounded hero and a shocked wolf. The hero and I got together as a means of comfort...and we connected. I ended up falling slightly for the hero and asked the hero on a date...and the hero seemed more than willing, but something always came up... of course.
So eventually I got fed up, because I don't like being led on... and so the wolf left the hero, who continuously tried to put herself back into the wolf's.
There's a lot more, but it sickens me that I knew how hurt this girl was, by the princess and how she's still seeing her. How the princess never wanted to date the hero, and now they're together. It's just upsetting....
I think it's more resent from being vulnerable and letting myself thing I stood a shot with either of them.
Then the fact that they were so fake with me.
How when they were in between relationships they could talk to me, like every other fucking man in my life, and every other person who I know.
They are open to talk when they aren't in a relationship, like I'm incapable of talking to you on a manner that isn't flirting or sexual...
I am tired of being a just in case chick...
and for that I resent them... and I guess the hypocritical nature of their relationship."
The "lovers" are Gin and myself.
I don't know why I'm posting this.. I suppose it's because this kind of shocked me..
I don't know.
"As for the lovers...
It's not so much a hate that I have for them as just anger. Anger I suppose for the way they treat others and themselves. For the longest point of time, the Princess would always refuse the valiant little warrior. The Princess claimed she had eyes for me, which made my heart flutter. I wanted nothing more than to call that princess my queen. I would have put her on a cloud, made statues of gold in her image, painted portraits depicting her in the finest ways possible. I would have also mutilated her soft little flesh, bruised her, made her bleed, and cry just so that I could lick the tears away and hold her to my chest when we were done. Love her, and tell her that it's just to show her how much I care, and how much I truly love her. And that she looked beautiful in the pain, in the blood, in bruises and welts caused by my hands, my mind, my teeth against that pale soft flesh. To feel those tresses wrapped around my finger tips or against my cheek holding her close.
I yearned for that so badly, but then our hero walked in. Our little protagonist. She came in to save the princess, and take her away from the big bad wolf. The wolf, she wasn't so bad. The wolf respected the hero and didn't want to hurt the hero. She knew that the princess would do what the princess wanted, but the wolf would never hurt anyone. On days when the princess and the this wolf would sit about and talk, the princess would sing to the wolf, in a beautiful voice. Oh how I miss her singing... she sounded so small and frail, but she had the voice of angels with so much strength behind it. The princess also told me that she wanted to be with me, and had eyes for me. My heart fluttered, for who could ever love a beast? Of course, it wasn't love but the fact that someone that mind blowing and radiant could want me, it blew my mind. I wanted nothing more than to be the one she called her wolf, her protector, her girl. Though, I wasn't always sure how true she was to me. Our hero had a lovely habit of calling the Princess her girlfriend... despite the fact that the Princess claimed they weren't together. That she asked the hero to stop, but she never did. It made me ill to listen to the Hero talk to me about how much she loved her girlfriend and how she was doing such and such things, and this and that.
However, all good things must come to an end. The princess got a girlfriend and both the wolf and the hero were hurt.
I've spent so much time focusing on the princess that I've neglected the back story of the Hero.
The hero and I were friends, and it started out innocently enough, a love for something similar, is my earliest recollection. Though apparently it went back further. We would offer role playing gestures in threads, the typical hug or whatever... a little more depth than just " *Hugs* " as an answer. It would be typical conversation with gestures. I was a "little sister". Either way... we were close... but time passed and things changed. i had developed feelings for her at one point, never mentioned anything... she had feelings for me but thought that because I am who I am, I'd have never been interested... and blah. In short, we missed each other... Not too much to say. She cared for me, nurtured me and did what she thought was best. Part of me appreciated this new found attention (simply because I'm not used to such affection. I am rather to myself about issues and not used to people caring about them.) and well... loved it. Wanted it and nothing more. That didn't happen though, sadly enough. Well as time went on the hero confessed her love for the princess and of course I wouldn't step in the way... i stepped down with much resentment to her... but friends before relationships. Relationships come and go but friends are everything in the end. I knew it wouldn't be serious if it was myself and the princess. She's not someone I'd be able to spend my life with.. we're too young anyway.
So... eventually the princess got a girlfriend and left a wounded hero and a shocked wolf. The hero and I got together as a means of comfort...and we connected. I ended up falling slightly for the hero and asked the hero on a date...and the hero seemed more than willing, but something always came up... of course.
So eventually I got fed up, because I don't like being led on... and so the wolf left the hero, who continuously tried to put herself back into the wolf's.
There's a lot more, but it sickens me that I knew how hurt this girl was, by the princess and how she's still seeing her. How the princess never wanted to date the hero, and now they're together. It's just upsetting....
I think it's more resent from being vulnerable and letting myself thing I stood a shot with either of them.
Then the fact that they were so fake with me.
How when they were in between relationships they could talk to me, like every other fucking man in my life, and every other person who I know.
They are open to talk when they aren't in a relationship, like I'm incapable of talking to you on a manner that isn't flirting or sexual...
I am tired of being a just in case chick...
and for that I resent them... and I guess the hypocritical nature of their relationship."