[Theatrical Muse: Write about Losing Control]
You don’t.
It just ain’t an option. Don’t lose control. Ever.
Lose control in the middle of a fight, you die. You hafta keep focused, all the time. Let the fight flow through you, be the Slayer, what you were born to do. Lose control, let some lurk or a demon get the upper hand, and it’ll be the second last thing you ever lose.
Lose control in a bar fight, forget you who are, what you are, forget what you’re fightin’, and the next thing you know you’ve swung a suckerpunch at some norm and put their head through a wall. And you’ve got the wrong sort of blood on your hands, again.
Lose control on a job, slip up for a second, cross a beam, trip a wire, and you’ll blow the whole thing, lose the job, ruin your reputation and your boss’s (this is the worst. Fishstick’ll never forgive a foul like that), and probably end up in cell.
Lose control in life, let someone get close, start carin’, and all you’re doin’ is markin’ a target for the lurks that wanna hurt you. Through the people close to you. Can’t afford that.
Losin’ control?
Don’t.
Fandom: Joss Whedon's Fray
Muse: Melaka Fray
Word Count: 199
It just ain’t an option. Don’t lose control. Ever.
Lose control in the middle of a fight, you die. You hafta keep focused, all the time. Let the fight flow through you, be the Slayer, what you were born to do. Lose control, let some lurk or a demon get the upper hand, and it’ll be the second last thing you ever lose.
Lose control in a bar fight, forget you who are, what you are, forget what you’re fightin’, and the next thing you know you’ve swung a suckerpunch at some norm and put their head through a wall. And you’ve got the wrong sort of blood on your hands, again.
Lose control on a job, slip up for a second, cross a beam, trip a wire, and you’ll blow the whole thing, lose the job, ruin your reputation and your boss’s (this is the worst. Fishstick’ll never forgive a foul like that), and probably end up in cell.
Lose control in life, let someone get close, start carin’, and all you’re doin’ is markin’ a target for the lurks that wanna hurt you. Through the people close to you. Can’t afford that.
Losin’ control?
Don’t.
Fandom: Joss Whedon's Fray
Muse: Melaka Fray
Word Count: 199