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What would constitute a "perfect" evening for you?
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A perfect evening...excuse me while I laugh. This might make for a perfect evening...I suppose. But I've grown wary of planning ahead.
That night...That night was supposed to be my perfect evening. It was supposed to be my crowning scientific achievement. It was supposed to be filled with pleasures--spiritual, emotional...physical--pleasures so intense I wouldn't want to live the next morning without them. How ironic. It was supposed to catapult me...and only me back into the spotlight for Magenta and Columbia. It was supposed to make me a god.
Even then, I didn't expect things to proceed exactly as I had originally conceived them. Eddie...and the virgins. But I took him out and I took them both and I only felt more revered, powerful, decadent...perfect.
And then it all went wrong. I'll always have that picture fixed in my mind: the slut...with her hands on him. After all I'd done for both of them. I'd given him life. I gave both of them life. But obviously that pesky little attribute wasn't highly valued in the castle that night.
I'm quite leery of trying for a perfect evening again.
~
Muse: Frank N. Furter
Fandom: The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Warning: The link in this entry is rated NC-17. The rest of the entry is not. I'll move this if anyone requests that.
A perfect evening...excuse me while I laugh. This might make for a perfect evening...I suppose. But I've grown wary of planning ahead.
That night...That night was supposed to be my perfect evening. It was supposed to be my crowning scientific achievement. It was supposed to be filled with pleasures--spiritual, emotional...physical--pleasures so intense I wouldn't want to live the next morning without them. How ironic. It was supposed to catapult me...and only me back into the spotlight for Magenta and Columbia. It was supposed to make me a god.
Even then, I didn't expect things to proceed exactly as I had originally conceived them. Eddie...and the virgins. But I took him out and I took them both and I only felt more revered, powerful, decadent...perfect.
And then it all went wrong. I'll always have that picture fixed in my mind: the slut...with her hands on him. After all I'd done for both of them. I'd given him life. I gave both of them life. But obviously that pesky little attribute wasn't highly valued in the castle that night.
I'm quite leery of trying for a perfect evening again.
~
Muse: Frank N. Furter
Fandom: The Rocky Horror Picture Show