Once upon a dream
*Prologue*
All Heero Yuy had were his dreams, with out them he was alone, always and forever. For the first hundred years of his solitude, he lived on arrogance and temper. He had plenty of both to spare.
For the second, he lived on bitterness. Like one of his own secret brews, it bubbled and churned inside him. But rather than healing, it served as a kind of fuel that pushed him from day to night, from decade to decade.
In the third century, he fell in into despair and self-pity. It made him miserable company, even for himself. His stubbornness was such that it took four hundred years before he began to make a home for himself, to struggle to find some pleasure, some beauty, some satisfaction in his work and his art.
Still, had his actions, his attitude, deserved such a harsh judgment from the keepers,? Did his mistake, if indeed it can be called a "mistake," merit a life time of imprisonment, with the curse of no aging, and only a single week in each hundred-year mark in which to really live?
When half a millennium had passed, he surrendered to the dreams, NO, it was more than surrender. He embraced them, survived on them, escaped to them when his soul cried out for the simple touch of another being.
He came to him in dreams, the chestnut haired boy with eyes like violet diamonds. In dreams he would run through his forest, sit by his fire, lie willing in his bed. He knew the shape of his beautifully shaped body. He knew the sound of his voice, the warmth of it. He knew the way the dimple would wink to life at the corner of his mouth when he laughed. And the exact placement of the silver cross always hanging around his neck.
He knew all of this, yet he had never touched him, never spoken to him, never seen him but through the silky curtain of dreams.
Though it had been a man who had betrayed him, a man who was at the root of his endless solitude, he yearned for this chestnut haired boy. Yearned for him, as the years passed, as much as he yearned for what had been.
He was drowning in a great, dark sea of alone.
*Prologue*
All Heero Yuy had were his dreams, with out them he was alone, always and forever. For the first hundred years of his solitude, he lived on arrogance and temper. He had plenty of both to spare.
For the second, he lived on bitterness. Like one of his own secret brews, it bubbled and churned inside him. But rather than healing, it served as a kind of fuel that pushed him from day to night, from decade to decade.
In the third century, he fell in into despair and self-pity. It made him miserable company, even for himself. His stubbornness was such that it took four hundred years before he began to make a home for himself, to struggle to find some pleasure, some beauty, some satisfaction in his work and his art.
Still, had his actions, his attitude, deserved such a harsh judgment from the keepers,? Did his mistake, if indeed it can be called a "mistake," merit a life time of imprisonment, with the curse of no aging, and only a single week in each hundred-year mark in which to really live?
When half a millennium had passed, he surrendered to the dreams, NO, it was more than surrender. He embraced them, survived on them, escaped to them when his soul cried out for the simple touch of another being.
He came to him in dreams, the chestnut haired boy with eyes like violet diamonds. In dreams he would run through his forest, sit by his fire, lie willing in his bed. He knew the shape of his beautifully shaped body. He knew the sound of his voice, the warmth of it. He knew the way the dimple would wink to life at the corner of his mouth when he laughed. And the exact placement of the silver cross always hanging around his neck.
He knew all of this, yet he had never touched him, never spoken to him, never seen him but through the silky curtain of dreams.
Though it had been a man who had betrayed him, a man who was at the root of his endless solitude, he yearned for this chestnut haired boy. Yearned for him, as the years passed, as much as he yearned for what had been.
He was drowning in a great, dark sea of alone.