Author's Notes: Well, I knew that watching that FK chain reaction wasn't good for my brain... and so it seems LaCroix has gotten under my skin. Heh... Anyway, this was written at nearly 2:00 am, after a day of laying on the couch in agony as I was ill half a dozen times. So if you happen to review this fic - which I demand you do - go easy on me. Not only was I out of my prime but I'm also a little out of touch with the characters. Thanks. And enjoy. ;-)
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I'm listening my children. I can hear you weeping over a life. Your life. A life I've tried to make you forget by promising you the sweet nothings of eternity and yet, you cling to it as if your suffering is more important than your life's blood. I listen, but honestly, I don't understand. I've never understood. And it's one of the few things I can't fathom... why the one thing we desire more than anything is the cause of our suffering. I wish to keep you under my gentle father's wing... but you... my own flesh and blood wish to break free from my protection. A father knows when he's no longer wanted but that doesn't lessen the pain. Nor does it stop him from listening quietly as his heart cries out in agony to see his own burned by desire. And what makes this all the worse is that your master knows what's going to become of you.
How? Because I know that history talks to those who listen, and I listen as intently to it as I do to you. And it one thing, one singular thought flows on the past's unceasing tide. What is this, you ask? Desire kills. Did Enkidu not lay with Shamhat? And then the animals he had freely run with cast him out... Enkidu wanted to taste the sin that is mortal flesh and so he did, only to die in an alien world. A traitor to those he once called friends. And what of dear Adam? He wanted to taste what was forbidden to him and he was sent away from the paradise he could not perceive as such until he left it. So, I implore you. Desire not for what is beyond your grasp, my children. It will end in pain, if not death... even for us among the deathless.
And that... To want freedom from what you cannot see as the 'little slice of heaven' it is... That is truly a waste. No long-time predator in this world will bear to see the carcass that is of his own loins go to waste, my children. So I will open your eyes to what desire to taste forbidden fruits has blinded you from. And although my methods may not be the kindest, they are the only way to get the wayward sheep back on the path it was meant to follow. And you may be further from the path than even you can imagine...
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I'm listening my children. I can hear you weeping over a life. Your life. A life I've tried to make you forget by promising you the sweet nothings of eternity and yet, you cling to it as if your suffering is more important than your life's blood. I listen, but honestly, I don't understand. I've never understood. And it's one of the few things I can't fathom... why the one thing we desire more than anything is the cause of our suffering. I wish to keep you under my gentle father's wing... but you... my own flesh and blood wish to break free from my protection. A father knows when he's no longer wanted but that doesn't lessen the pain. Nor does it stop him from listening quietly as his heart cries out in agony to see his own burned by desire. And what makes this all the worse is that your master knows what's going to become of you.
How? Because I know that history talks to those who listen, and I listen as intently to it as I do to you. And it one thing, one singular thought flows on the past's unceasing tide. What is this, you ask? Desire kills. Did Enkidu not lay with Shamhat? And then the animals he had freely run with cast him out... Enkidu wanted to taste the sin that is mortal flesh and so he did, only to die in an alien world. A traitor to those he once called friends. And what of dear Adam? He wanted to taste what was forbidden to him and he was sent away from the paradise he could not perceive as such until he left it. So, I implore you. Desire not for what is beyond your grasp, my children. It will end in pain, if not death... even for us among the deathless.
And that... To want freedom from what you cannot see as the 'little slice of heaven' it is... That is truly a waste. No long-time predator in this world will bear to see the carcass that is of his own loins go to waste, my children. So I will open your eyes to what desire to taste forbidden fruits has blinded you from. And although my methods may not be the kindest, they are the only way to get the wayward sheep back on the path it was meant to follow. And you may be further from the path than even you can imagine...