Fic: Apples Hang From Every Branch To Tumble At Our Feet
Title: Apples Hang From Every Branch To Tumble At Our Feet
Author: louie x
Rating: PG-13
Series: Evangelion
Pairing: Hints of Kaworu/Shinji
Word Count: 541
Disclaimer: Not mine, belongs to all sorts of animation groups that are not me and are brilliant for said creations.
Summary: If knowledge came from Eden's apple, then Love is the worm burrowing within.
A/N: Title came from random google-fu, this is what happens when I get back into Eva. Been watching the first of the 1.11 movies this weekend! SPOILERS BY THE WAY. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS!
Love is a tangible, breathing beast. It is the worm buried deep within the apple, half-bitten into by an innocent mouth, never again allowing it to be whole. Broken as it was, now within the gut of an even more indefinable creature as Man; Love struggles daily to gain control.
It chokes him, gags him, when it first touches him. Love, its fingers digging knife-like nails into his scalp and stomach; pulling him in every direction while compacting him at the same time. Love is an illness that makes him weak, makes him impulsive, and makes his decisions less than level in their sway.
Love compels, orders, and decides.
It is no wonder then, that so many murder in 'the name of Love'. Love of one's Gods or even fellow Man has stopped the hearts of so many of the simple beings that walk upon the Earth's surface.
Love even drives Angels. Love drives them to whence the came. Toward a light at the end of a miserable tunnel filled with the horrors of humanity blinding and scarring their senses with every breath. Their deaths, as gruesome as they may become, are perhaps the most merciful of ends for them. Just as a stray kitten should die, quick and painless, rather than to become some rotting corpse in the gutter from a slow, lengthy wait for it all to just… stop.
Pity ended the life of the feline. Pity extends the life of one Ikari Shinji. He, unlike the cat, knows no other life than suffering yet greets it everyday with a polite 'hello' or an understanding handful of words. So many others would have gone mad when he just nods his head. Some perhaps even died where he just exhales to do it all over again. It's strange how he's dead in so many ways already, yet wakes up and moves about like his body knows no better.
Shinji's mouth is wet, warm, and has not been favored enough. His is chest narrow, heart filling most of it, and legs long, lean like the just shy of gangly length of his arms. It seems the body of Shinji cannot agree on a consistent shape. As if it too has given up and just allowed the boy to carry on lugging it about regardless.
How someone so shattered, so tangibly broken can manage to set one foot before the other is fascinating.
It leaves a harsh ache in his chest, like teeth sinking into him deep beneath his skin. For reasons known only to the wriggling half-form buried in the gut of all children of Eve, Love drives him toward longing for more. Pressing closer to that wet, hot mouth, hand sliding over cool skin that shakes and grows goose bumps beneath his touch. Children of Lilim, they never tasted that apple, but instead know the backhanded sin of being scorned for expressing desires.
Kaworu finds it strange that one person can shine so brilliantly, like an exploding star, but loom with questions of doubt. Like the fruit that doomed the children of Eve long ago, Shinji is the gleaming apple that Kaworu wants to both sink his teeth into and yet hoard, whole and safe, until the End of Days.
Author: louie x
Rating: PG-13
Series: Evangelion
Pairing: Hints of Kaworu/Shinji
Word Count: 541
Disclaimer: Not mine, belongs to all sorts of animation groups that are not me and are brilliant for said creations.
Summary: If knowledge came from Eden's apple, then Love is the worm burrowing within.
A/N: Title came from random google-fu, this is what happens when I get back into Eva. Been watching the first of the 1.11 movies this weekend! SPOILERS BY THE WAY. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS!
Love is a tangible, breathing beast. It is the worm buried deep within the apple, half-bitten into by an innocent mouth, never again allowing it to be whole. Broken as it was, now within the gut of an even more indefinable creature as Man; Love struggles daily to gain control.
It chokes him, gags him, when it first touches him. Love, its fingers digging knife-like nails into his scalp and stomach; pulling him in every direction while compacting him at the same time. Love is an illness that makes him weak, makes him impulsive, and makes his decisions less than level in their sway.
Love compels, orders, and decides.
It is no wonder then, that so many murder in 'the name of Love'. Love of one's Gods or even fellow Man has stopped the hearts of so many of the simple beings that walk upon the Earth's surface.
Love even drives Angels. Love drives them to whence the came. Toward a light at the end of a miserable tunnel filled with the horrors of humanity blinding and scarring their senses with every breath. Their deaths, as gruesome as they may become, are perhaps the most merciful of ends for them. Just as a stray kitten should die, quick and painless, rather than to become some rotting corpse in the gutter from a slow, lengthy wait for it all to just… stop.
Pity ended the life of the feline. Pity extends the life of one Ikari Shinji. He, unlike the cat, knows no other life than suffering yet greets it everyday with a polite 'hello' or an understanding handful of words. So many others would have gone mad when he just nods his head. Some perhaps even died where he just exhales to do it all over again. It's strange how he's dead in so many ways already, yet wakes up and moves about like his body knows no better.
Shinji's mouth is wet, warm, and has not been favored enough. His is chest narrow, heart filling most of it, and legs long, lean like the just shy of gangly length of his arms. It seems the body of Shinji cannot agree on a consistent shape. As if it too has given up and just allowed the boy to carry on lugging it about regardless.
How someone so shattered, so tangibly broken can manage to set one foot before the other is fascinating.
It leaves a harsh ache in his chest, like teeth sinking into him deep beneath his skin. For reasons known only to the wriggling half-form buried in the gut of all children of Eve, Love drives him toward longing for more. Pressing closer to that wet, hot mouth, hand sliding over cool skin that shakes and grows goose bumps beneath his touch. Children of Lilim, they never tasted that apple, but instead know the backhanded sin of being scorned for expressing desires.
Kaworu finds it strange that one person can shine so brilliantly, like an exploding star, but loom with questions of doubt. Like the fruit that doomed the children of Eve long ago, Shinji is the gleaming apple that Kaworu wants to both sink his teeth into and yet hoard, whole and safe, until the End of Days.