[bc] 022 - temptation
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I’ve only ever been really tempted once in my life to the point where I gave in. Considering that I’m dead set on joining the Fraternity when I come of age in five years, I don’t wanna screw up my chances. Problem is that I love it too much. What I am, what I can do...it’s like this drug I can’t get out of my system.
I love helping people.
It’s why I always loved Houdini and what he stood for. He was the greatest of us, the reason that humans stopped to see the Fraternity in its true light. Both of our worlds pay tribute to everything he was...they know him as the showman, the innovator, while we revere him for his dedication to the tenets of the order. His work inspired millions and kept hope alive in an era when it was all but gone. He kept the Darkness from winning.
Pops owns some actual relics of the master. Handbills, posters, even a couple first editions of Houdini’s books, and I’ve never been allowed to touch ‘em. He lets me look, but hands on? No way.
I was twelve when I snuck into the home office and pulled out the crowning jewel of his collection: a pair of handcuffs that belonged to Houdini. Only the master had ever been able to get them open...
I played with them about five minutes when I opened them. And I remembered.
It’s not like I’m a million years old in my head or something. I’m still me, always have been and always will be. But I know the truth about what I am. I like to forget, though, be normal...as normal as an avatar of Hope can be, anyway.
See, giving in to temptation? It runs in the family. Pandora made a good run of her foible, though, so I’m doing the same. I owe it to her to do right by the family name and all. Hers, mine, and the family I used to have.
We were all innocent...the people I’ve been. We just do the best with the lot we’ve been cast.
My name is Tommy Karras. But my name is also Erich Weiss, Harry White...and Harry Houdini. I have another name that came before even that...
...but it’s a story for another day.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Harry and Bess
Words: 390
I’ve only ever been really tempted once in my life to the point where I gave in. Considering that I’m dead set on joining the Fraternity when I come of age in five years, I don’t wanna screw up my chances. Problem is that I love it too much. What I am, what I can do...it’s like this drug I can’t get out of my system.
I love helping people.
It’s why I always loved Houdini and what he stood for. He was the greatest of us, the reason that humans stopped to see the Fraternity in its true light. Both of our worlds pay tribute to everything he was...they know him as the showman, the innovator, while we revere him for his dedication to the tenets of the order. His work inspired millions and kept hope alive in an era when it was all but gone. He kept the Darkness from winning.
Pops owns some actual relics of the master. Handbills, posters, even a couple first editions of Houdini’s books, and I’ve never been allowed to touch ‘em. He lets me look, but hands on? No way.
I was twelve when I snuck into the home office and pulled out the crowning jewel of his collection: a pair of handcuffs that belonged to Houdini. Only the master had ever been able to get them open...
I played with them about five minutes when I opened them. And I remembered.
It’s not like I’m a million years old in my head or something. I’m still me, always have been and always will be. But I know the truth about what I am. I like to forget, though, be normal...as normal as an avatar of Hope can be, anyway.
See, giving in to temptation? It runs in the family. Pandora made a good run of her foible, though, so I’m doing the same. I owe it to her to do right by the family name and all. Hers, mine, and the family I used to have.
We were all innocent...the people I’ve been. We just do the best with the lot we’ve been cast.
My name is Tommy Karras. But my name is also Erich Weiss, Harry White...and Harry Houdini. I have another name that came before even that...
...but it’s a story for another day.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Harry and Bess
Words: 390