Muse prompt for RotM, based in PrIME!Lorne's everyday life (Ooh, what a spin we put on things!)
RotM Prompts 1.81 - 11/1/2007
MUSE PROMPTS:
1. Quotes? We got six of them.
Eternity. There's a lotta things to be said about eternity. Most people want it, but can't have it. Most people who ask for it really don't know what they're asking. But isn't that always the case? You want what you can't have, no matter what it is. You got curly hair, you want it straight. You got facial hair enough to enter a Best Beard contest, you shave. You got someone, you wish you were single, and if you are...
Lorne sighs, leaning against the wall next to his office window. Picking up a glass from his desk, he takes a long, slow sip. Water. That's new. Lately, that can be said about a lot of things. As much as he doesn't like copy-pasting Madonna lyrics to himself, he can't escape the fact that, in some ways, he feels brand new. Or at the very least, he feels minty fresh. He's in mint condition.
Almost. Another sip of water almost goes down the wrong way, and he sets it aside with a small frown. He's lost that red thread of his, that one constant that holds his thoughts together and keeps them from racing off to La La Land, never to return.
He understands the whys and the hows. He knows exactly what it's like to want something you can't have, not only from personal experience, but from watching other people's fancies turn into obsessions. Desire can be entirely too powerful an emotion, no matter what shape or form it takes.
But if there's one thing Lorne's never wanted, it's eternity. But, then again, that isn't what people want when they imagine eternal life. They don't want the forevers or the ever afters. They want the happiness. The love and the bliss and the joy of belonging, whether it's with someone, or just somewhere. And knowing it'll end, well, it could make anyone wish for just one more day, ad aeternam.
But not Lorne. He may not know exactly what he wants at this particular moment in time, but if there's one thing he'd never want, it's an eternity, no matter how blissful.
All good things come to more or less messy ends. It's the way of life. A note that goes on forever without changing isn't worth singing at all, and a song that never ends? It'll bore you to pieces before it drives you insane.
No, eternity is not for him. He'd rather have a song to sing at the end of his life, than a thousand songs and no one to sing them to. Because, he muses to himself, in the comfort of his solitude, that's the thing about eternity. You end up alone. And an eternity of loneliness, of watching the people you care about die, over and over and over again, that isn't life.
It's heart break.
MUSE PROMPTS:
1. Quotes? We got six of them.
Eternity. There's a lotta things to be said about eternity. Most people want it, but can't have it. Most people who ask for it really don't know what they're asking. But isn't that always the case? You want what you can't have, no matter what it is. You got curly hair, you want it straight. You got facial hair enough to enter a Best Beard contest, you shave. You got someone, you wish you were single, and if you are...
Lorne sighs, leaning against the wall next to his office window. Picking up a glass from his desk, he takes a long, slow sip. Water. That's new. Lately, that can be said about a lot of things. As much as he doesn't like copy-pasting Madonna lyrics to himself, he can't escape the fact that, in some ways, he feels brand new. Or at the very least, he feels minty fresh. He's in mint condition.
Almost. Another sip of water almost goes down the wrong way, and he sets it aside with a small frown. He's lost that red thread of his, that one constant that holds his thoughts together and keeps them from racing off to La La Land, never to return.
He understands the whys and the hows. He knows exactly what it's like to want something you can't have, not only from personal experience, but from watching other people's fancies turn into obsessions. Desire can be entirely too powerful an emotion, no matter what shape or form it takes.
But if there's one thing Lorne's never wanted, it's eternity. But, then again, that isn't what people want when they imagine eternal life. They don't want the forevers or the ever afters. They want the happiness. The love and the bliss and the joy of belonging, whether it's with someone, or just somewhere. And knowing it'll end, well, it could make anyone wish for just one more day, ad aeternam.
But not Lorne. He may not know exactly what he wants at this particular moment in time, but if there's one thing he'd never want, it's an eternity, no matter how blissful.
All good things come to more or less messy ends. It's the way of life. A note that goes on forever without changing isn't worth singing at all, and a song that never ends? It'll bore you to pieces before it drives you insane.
No, eternity is not for him. He'd rather have a song to sing at the end of his life, than a thousand songs and no one to sing them to. Because, he muses to himself, in the comfort of his solitude, that's the thing about eternity. You end up alone. And an eternity of loneliness, of watching the people you care about die, over and over and over again, that isn't life.
It's heart break.