Title: Vita Excessum (there's nothing Latin about it)
Fandom: Torchwood
- Characters: "life" and "death", mortals
Rating: PG
Notes: Hidden spoilers up to episode 2x08. Gross metaphors. And by 'gross', I don't mean 'disgusting'.
- 8 – 8 – 8 -
Life and death.
Through one, the other is eternal. Through the other, one will thrive.
Tug and pull, pull and tug.
Both are appreciated. Both are honored.
One is feared. One is for granted.
One is strength. One is fragile.
Both are hated.
But mostly, they just snipe at each other.
Like the other day, death threw rubber bits at life. Life was not amused and poured cold coffee down death's top. It was amusing. Until a mortal Frowned. Life apologized for days with good fortune. Or attempted good fortune.
Life yearns for death. Death yearns for life.
...Not in that way. You must enjoy life too much to think that.
Death brings life in cold fingers.
Life brings death in heated fingers.
Death brought death.
Life brought life.
Both brought enough sexuality to fill a quota three times over.
But not death anymore. Death might be lacking for a while.
Life has yet to lack; a mortal occasionally wishes life would.
Life should kiss death alive again.
...Not in that way. A mortal or two might not like it.
Or maybe they would?
But death completes life.
...Not in that way!
Death alive means no more death, leaving life alone to forever.
Except death is only temporary, if television taught us anything.
Death will expire too soon. Life will expire too late.
They have each other's miserable company for now.
As well as the miserable company of mortals they're attached to.
Love in hate.
Ah, love. It's love. And hate.
They love to hate and hate to love.
But they do.
Why do you think death exists, anyway?