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Summary: A series of drabbles based on Goldar and Scorpina and inspired by and (hopefully) sticking to the titles listed on the Ars Amatoria romance challenge site.
A/N Although i'm not entirely sure if this technically qualifies as a challenge responce because a) it's not a Ranger Romance b) of the randomness and irrelevence of some of the drabbles.
Friends
We were never friends and we never would be. Friendship is… it's not something that people like him ever experience or understand; it's not something he's capable of. I've had friends in the past, people that I've spent time with voluntarily, people that I've been fond of, hell even people that I've trusted. Despite all my faults, I am capable of friendship, and loyalty to certain extents.
Loyalty, he's not capable of that either: he sells himself to whoever has the most to offer him; in return offering them a snivelling boot licking servant who has no respect. I know this; I saw it first hand when lord Zedd arrived. How easily he betrayed his mistress when her position was threatened, would he betray me so easily?
'Yes,' the answer sounds in my brain and I know it's true. If I asked him he would tell me that, whatever else is missing there is honesty between us.
I would not desert him so easily; in fact there are times when I feel I would do anything for him, times that I fear I would die so that he could live. These feelings scare me greatly: I am a being of evil; I am not supposed to be capable of such emotions. The closeness of friendships I can dismiss as a necessity to get through life, a mere coincidence of finding someone who passes time similarly to myself. As for loyalty, that is a quality of which I am proud to possess. Loyalty is not exclusively found on the side of good. No matter which side you serve there will always be dedication and loyalty to causes and inspirational leaders; none of us would have slipped so far into the bowels of darkness if we did not have a belief in what we do. I have loyalty to my mistress despite her recent exile, as I suspect does Finster, if she were to return I would aid her as best I could, but that is irrelevant.
The feelings I have for him are not so easily explained away, so strong a positive emotion is unforgivable in a being of evil and could quite easily lead to my destruction. If I can feel love what is to stop me feeling guilt and that would truly be my undoing. Further, he sees such emotion as weakness and he is disgusted by it. Still sometimes when we are alone and he looks at me; I wonder if there is not perhaps a faint glimmer of it evident in his eyes.
We can never be friends, but there is something between us,and considering the life I lead that is surprising enough.