Wahnsinn des Herzens
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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Fore Note: Wahnsinn des Herzens is German (Deutsch?) for Madness/ravings of the heart.
Honestly, what do we call this? Evilshipping? Enemyshipping? Someone, please come up with a name!
Really, I wrote this last night when I could not sleep.
Don't ask why it's German. It's just awesome.
It was a thirteen year contract.
I don't know why I had done it and I probably was being really stupid at the time but I don't regret it not a single bit. If I had the chance to choose again, I would have chosen the same thing over and over.
I'm not particularly bright. I don't mean to say that I was at math or made simple water explode in a beaker because my mental capabilities far outmatch most computers. I was very good at the fine arts but I did not find the joy that some people did. As a fairy, I had exceedingly extraordinary powers that almost entered the untouchable realm of Verboten, the most dangerous and forbidden field of study of magic. I enjoyed the study of magic but my magical education was empty and deprived, it seemed. People were wary of me practising magic without supervision because they made it sound like a something terrible was to happen if I was left unchecked. It was years later that I would realise that I was Verbieten.
Socially, I was inept, as I have been told. I can't think for myself without being influenced and I seldom made my own choices in the earlier parts of my life but who could during those years?
I'm digressing.
My thirteen year contract was binding and it left a mark on my body. A mark that I now wear proudly on my body as a sign of my devotion and love to the man I cannot quite requite my feelings to for I was not the only one. I did not want to become one of those mindless harpies cum traitors.
There had been the dark-haired and severely inattentive Solarian Chimera who could not make a single choice without her mother, some greedy low-ranking hag. Then there were also thse three ever incessantly bickering witches called Icy, Darcy and Stormy who called themselves the Trix. They were really pitiful because they way they fought always included throwing lightning, ice and spheres of darkness at each other but I did once have a quaint and enjoyable relationship with Stormy until they fled from my Master's side in the middle of battle.
My Master is the most beautiful man in the world.
Nothing will budge me from that stance. I could go one for hours just looking at him because he is simple the most breathtaking man I have ever met.
He has long golden blond hair that I simply ached to comb. He has a square jaw and an admirable long and pointed nose that gave him a sort of aristocratic flare that I often admired in men. He has the most curious cut of bangs that line the sides of his face that often obscure his icy blue gray eyes that I adored. His lips are like a feast for my eyes. My Master is often prone to not showing emotion but I could tell from his lips what he was thinking. He bites his when he was worried; he smiles slowly when he discovers or realises something that is important; he bears his teeth in a snarl when he is irritated or displeased; he licks his lips when he is nervous.
He is pale in skin tone but strong shoulders and calloused hands show how hard he has worked. He is lithe and sinewy like a dancer but he is also a skilled swordsman. His quick mind and knowledge is evidence of his years of hard work before his imprisonment.
As a man, he is extraordinary. He is charming and funny when he wants to be and makes good company. In short, he is a gentleman of the highest degree. I cherish every conversation I have with him even though he is the one who does most of the speaking. Most of the conversation always ends up about what he studies. It's not boring what he tells me because I can appreciate the rarity of the knowledge. His studies lead him into the most obscure fields of study that often cross over into Verboten.
When I was little, I was told repeatedly that I should not go looking for the Verboten unless I wanted to get whipped or burned with hot iron. I didn't know why back then because it seemed I had the potential for it but now I understand the dangers. Some things were simply meant to be left to the universe. Which is ironic because many people seem to disregard this rule and do as they please. Namely my Master who was born Verbieten as I was, and the self-titled Princess of Sparks, Bloom. There are others but some of them have had the good sense to not tamper with the universe by choice.
I don't know why he bothers with me because I'm only a simple fugitive princess that committed high treason. He would probably be better off without me so I try to stay out of his way because I do enjoy being in his presence. After all, I have no choice in the matter because I am bound to him by contract for thirteen years. I shudder to think of what would become of me if I were not under his contract. Probably dead since I was most likely on my way to the noose back on my home planet when he summoned.
Still, I love him.
Latter Note: Omigod, omigod! It's DiasproxBaltor!! Yes, this has to do with Verboten the story (the one with Roxy)!! However, it can be read as a standalone because I will explain Verboten.
1) Verboten: GERMAN forbidden, prohibited, banned
2) Verbieten: GERMAN to forbid
Someone, come up with a name? Evilshipping? Enemyshipping?
Yes, I know, Diaspro is bordering mindless zombie but that's how it's supposed to sound like.