Dark Desires - Ficathon 2011
When: SilMil
Who: Metalia, Kunzite
Rating: PG-13
Quote: I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. And then, in that very moment when I love them…I destroy them. - Ender’s Game, Orson Scott Card.
What a pretty thing. Silver hair and strong will.
A wonderful addition to the collection. The mightiest lord and last to break; you will be mine, it‘s just a matter of time.
Oh, you are a strong one. I can feel your power and determination. I haven’t met one like you yet. I respect your fight. And, mm, it is the fight I like.
I can see you want to best me. You think this is a fight to be won, but it isn’t. It isn’t, my child. I’m not here to fight you, I’m only here to help you. All you need to do is tell me how.
Just tell me, poppet, what are your thoughts, your dreams. Your fears? I can give you an outlet for your beliefs, I can give you the means to achieve your dreams, and I can give you the power to conquer your fears.
How might I serve you? Please, love, just tell me?
Oh, precious, do not pray. Not now, your gods have forsaken you and all that is left is me. No, I am not a god…. but I am power.
I am more power than you can imagine; more than your prince, your king. More than even that pale queen sitting on her crystal thrown in the sky. I can lend you this power to do with as you wish, you just need take it. Let me know what needs to be changed, what needs to be fixed and it will be.
Yes, I see , it’s your prince. He loves her, so you say, but are you so sure?
It’s true, the things they say about the orb in the sky. The white witch is not a myth and she is a vile creature, she has surely bewitched your prince. She has the power and the cunning. But you need not worry, because she does not have my power. I can set this right, I can get you your prince back.
You just have to let me, dear.
Oh, of course, there’s her. Tell me about her. Beautiful, of course. A Goddess, to be sure. You desire her, that is understandable. Of course you’re afraid, love does many funny things to us; even make us doubt our worth.
But she can be yours, and only yours, she just must be freed of the white witch; she’s under her spells just like your prince. We can save them though, you just have to let me in. Let me give you power…. let me help you.
All I want to do is help. We can free your prince of his enchantment, we can rescue the woman you love, ensure your people are happy and healthy and never know the horrible tyranny of the white witch.
What do I want?
My love, you hurt me so. I only want what’s best for you, I care for you. I want you to be happy and to live a full life. I want you to be the leader I know you can be. Your friends are here and they need their commander. They are good men, but they are lost without you; they are just waiting for you to come and lead them to victory.
What do you say then? Won’t you come and be with us? Won’t you say yes to your desires and your hopes? You will have your friends, your land and your love.
Please, come to me.
I know it’s dark here, but I do so like the dark. I think you will grow to like it too. Just another step, one little jump… then you’re floating into nothing and you are mine like I said you would be.
What you were is no more, we shall christen you anew, Lord Kunzite. It was futile to resist me because I am darkness, I am chaos. I am everywhere, and now I am part of you.
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This was written with a lyrical quality in mind, a bit like poetry. To me this is right before Kunzite is turned and Chaos/Metalia is at first gloating (The dark--Chaos--Desires Kunzite), then realizes she/it needs to will him toward 'dark side.' Bribe him even, and by then he's so broken and corrupted by dark energy, he gives in.
I started writing this with basically this crazy-ass psycho voice in my head talking and it just spewed out. *shrug*
And when you have to explain everything about your fic, you suck at writing. LOL!
One last note! This is completely unlike me--in all ways--but when I sat down I thought to myself... I want to write something that will make Lytton drool. ;)
Who: Metalia, Kunzite
Rating: PG-13
Quote: I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. And then, in that very moment when I love them…I destroy them. - Ender’s Game, Orson Scott Card.
What a pretty thing. Silver hair and strong will.
A wonderful addition to the collection. The mightiest lord and last to break; you will be mine, it‘s just a matter of time.
Oh, you are a strong one. I can feel your power and determination. I haven’t met one like you yet. I respect your fight. And, mm, it is the fight I like.
I can see you want to best me. You think this is a fight to be won, but it isn’t. It isn’t, my child. I’m not here to fight you, I’m only here to help you. All you need to do is tell me how.
Just tell me, poppet, what are your thoughts, your dreams. Your fears? I can give you an outlet for your beliefs, I can give you the means to achieve your dreams, and I can give you the power to conquer your fears.
How might I serve you? Please, love, just tell me?
Oh, precious, do not pray. Not now, your gods have forsaken you and all that is left is me. No, I am not a god…. but I am power.
I am more power than you can imagine; more than your prince, your king. More than even that pale queen sitting on her crystal thrown in the sky. I can lend you this power to do with as you wish, you just need take it. Let me know what needs to be changed, what needs to be fixed and it will be.
Yes, I see , it’s your prince. He loves her, so you say, but are you so sure?
It’s true, the things they say about the orb in the sky. The white witch is not a myth and she is a vile creature, she has surely bewitched your prince. She has the power and the cunning. But you need not worry, because she does not have my power. I can set this right, I can get you your prince back.
You just have to let me, dear.
Oh, of course, there’s her. Tell me about her. Beautiful, of course. A Goddess, to be sure. You desire her, that is understandable. Of course you’re afraid, love does many funny things to us; even make us doubt our worth.
But she can be yours, and only yours, she just must be freed of the white witch; she’s under her spells just like your prince. We can save them though, you just have to let me in. Let me give you power…. let me help you.
All I want to do is help. We can free your prince of his enchantment, we can rescue the woman you love, ensure your people are happy and healthy and never know the horrible tyranny of the white witch.
What do I want?
My love, you hurt me so. I only want what’s best for you, I care for you. I want you to be happy and to live a full life. I want you to be the leader I know you can be. Your friends are here and they need their commander. They are good men, but they are lost without you; they are just waiting for you to come and lead them to victory.
What do you say then? Won’t you come and be with us? Won’t you say yes to your desires and your hopes? You will have your friends, your land and your love.
Please, come to me.
I know it’s dark here, but I do so like the dark. I think you will grow to like it too. Just another step, one little jump… then you’re floating into nothing and you are mine like I said you would be.
What you were is no more, we shall christen you anew, Lord Kunzite. It was futile to resist me because I am darkness, I am chaos. I am everywhere, and now I am part of you.
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This was written with a lyrical quality in mind, a bit like poetry. To me this is right before Kunzite is turned and Chaos/Metalia is at first gloating (The dark--Chaos--Desires Kunzite), then realizes she/it needs to will him toward 'dark side.' Bribe him even, and by then he's so broken and corrupted by dark energy, he gives in.
I started writing this with basically this crazy-ass psycho voice in my head talking and it just spewed out. *shrug*
And when you have to explain everything about your fic, you suck at writing. LOL!
One last note! This is completely unlike me--in all ways--but when I sat down I thought to myself... I want to write something that will make Lytton drool. ;)