Songfic- Aryan Adrian by Inkubus Sukkubus
Everything in bold belongs to Candia & Tony, characters are JK's.
Look up the song and listen to it while reading. It is SO Tom.
Paranoid and schizophrenic
Self-obsessed and photogenic
He remembers.
He remembers being beautiful, admired and loved.
He finds he rather prefers being feared.
Fear, after all, produces much the same results as love, without the danger of reciprocation. He knew what had happened to his mother, after all. He knew that caring for another, any other, could lead only to his destruction.
Believer in the new eugenics
Follower of Galton
Ingester of pure probiotics
Swearing by design narcotics
More than just a tad psychotic
Vanity is dreary
A cold heart, and a mind governed only by knowledge of what must be done are necessary in his line of work.
The world must be cleansed, rid of those who caused his abandonment.
He is the only one truly devoted to The Cause, so he must live forever. No matter what he has to do to get there.
If a few love-blind fools call him mad, so be it.
High maintenance and self-obsessed
No-one else has been depressed
Beautiful, but quite a mess
Prozac is your savoir
In his youth, people often commented on his looks.
"strikingly lovely" they said.
"such a handsome boy"
"an angel"
They could not bring themselves to acknowledge the twisted shadows behind the angel's eyes.
He himself did not understand what they were.
After all, he schooled himself to feel nothing.
Shouldn't his eyes be empty?
'Look at me, just look at me
There's no-one like me, can't you see
I see inside you perfectly
I've seen it all before
Nothing truly horrifies him anymore, if it ever has.
The things he has seen, the minds he has touched, have cauterized any sense of compassion or sympathy he might once have had.
And nothing, after all, can compare to the things he has done himself.
No-one can compare to him. Adrian, though you can light up the way
Bright, shining stars can't been seen in the day
They don't understand.
Why can't they see that the world would be so much better without the other kind?
If they had never existed, his mother would be alive. Alive and well and here with him. It is His fault she died. Narcissist beyond belief
Expert in self-hand relief
Poor, deluded, crazy freak
Love to you is hateful
He has told the old fool over and over again. He isn't the one with the problem.
They are the ones who love.
They are the ones who will be destroyed by their love.
He is the only sane one in this love-mad world.
Gatherer of social ties
A-List friends with vacant minds
Abusers of expensive highs
Have some fun then burn out
His followers do not truly understand. They may speak in pretty flowered phrases and move with trained grace, but in the end, they are merely his puppets. Not one of them would dare argue with him.
Or speak to him as an equal.
They would not dare.
And, in the end, after all the torture and killing and rape, after the rush wears off, he is alone. Adrian, though you can light the way
Bright, shining stars lose their spark in the day
Adrian, though you can live for today
You'll find tomorrow is like yesterday.
He finds his days monotonous, his mind inhabited solely by plots and plans, all to kill a boy. And in his deepest soul, or what is left of it, he wonders if this is really all he wants.