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| James of Chester | May 7 2009, 01:34 PM |
Hot Hate Is Twin Brother to Hot Love
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Brian kneeled at the alter in prayer but felt nothing, it had been a long time since he had. His faith had slipped away as he saw the atrocities committed by his fellow Christians and realised God may not be as wonderful as he first thought he was as a child when religion was the most frightening and powerful thing in his life. It still was really as now the threat was closer than ever and one wrong footstep could see him burned. He had avoided temptation, avoided anything or anyone that could divert him from his path when all unexpected she had arrived and changed his world around. It was a shock for him to feel these feelings he thought long dead but it made him feel alive after all this time, he felt as if he could conquer the world in her name and to hell with the consequences. However a small voice in the back of his head was yelling at him to warn him against been so reckless. So many years searching for power and finally finding it in his grasp only to lose it for the hope of love. Love, such a simple word and yet so powerful in its true meaning. It was love that gripped his heart and never let him sleep for the ever present thought of her. It hurt when he thought of her refusal of him and remembered the look in her eyes. Those eyes that followed him everywhere and saw deep into his soul and had not liked what it had seen. Damn him the foolishness of falling in love at this time in his career. It would ruin him when it all came out but he did not care for he could never give her up. Death was a more appealing option than living without her, without the hope that she would see sense and come to him, that they could be happy together somewhere, a place without religious bigots and hostile nobility. If such a place existed then by God he would find it for them. Kneeling he felt the old wound in his left leg beginning to flare again. It was an old injury he had gained at a joust many years ago when an unfortunate blow had led to a lance smashing again his calf and leaving a terrible wound that had never fully healed. He had been so confident of winning that he had not paid attention to the younger man and had just relied on his strength to get him threw to the next round. Of course he had gone on to win the joust, he usually did win but it was an old reminder of losing his focus, of not paying attention to what was happening around him and making a careless error. It was a mistake he would not make again. The pain getting stronger the temptation came to him yet again to go see her. No doubt she would be able to heal him and take away the deep burning pain. Just thinking of her made the pain lesson slightly. Even in this house of God he did not care, he would think of her and continue these thoughts of passion and desire and if God did not like it he could strike him down this instant for his wickedness. Closing his eyes and saying the final prayers that he knew so well they came to his lips unbidden he thought that as there was no lightening bolts heading his way that God either did not care or was too busy that day to burn him for been so unholy in a place where holiness was key. So he continued his thoughts and felt more human and more content than he had for many many years. -Brian, God and Passion Ska already quoted, but omg...that was utterly brilliant and gorgeous. So Brian, but so uniquely your Brian. *applaudes* |
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11:47 AM Nov 30
