Chapter Six now. What can I say besides that I do not own Sauron? He may be
fine but he is not mine and I can never keep him. He would drive me nuts.
This is such a weird story but I love writing it all the same. Ha. Lisa
thinks that I am egotistical to be writing about myself. Well I am. I am
just a great enough person to be interesting. I don't really have a good
character development like I have in not boring. Sauron is pretty well
developed but I am not. Now that certain things have happened I can give
you a better description. I think I should do it this chapter.
What do you think so far? Could I have a good critique, PLEASE! I need help with getting this down pat. Do you think that my style is good? Do you like my characters? Am I overly redundant? Do I need to fix something? What should I watch for when I write further? Does my story have a good plot? Help me become a better writer please. I am sorry to badger you all so much. Here, I will stop chatting and write now.
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The bath is exquisite. As I said before the room has all the furnishings a person could ever want. It is not really a regular bath. It is more like a small inground pool with steps leading in from the side next to the French double doors that lead in from the other room. The entire room had a scarlet and gold color scheme. Those are my absolute favorite colors. Nothing fits me better. The room was so opulent that I was afraid that it wasn't real the first time that I saw it. Oh well now I know that it is real. I have spent hours in here on certain days just sampling and sifting through the gamut of soaps and lotions and such that practically litter the shelves and cupboards. You might think that the apartment was a furniture store. There was even a couple couches and useless exrta stands in the bathroom among everything else. I could never get bored here.
As I slip into the filling tub you come back through the French doors that you had exited a few minutes ago. What a wonder. Look at that! "What ever were you thinking? Oh god I am just speechless."
"You are speechless for once? I thought that you might have wanted this, beast. He had no where else to go and I thought that you might have missed it. It seems to that he has quite a sense of humor enough." You looked a bit amused by something the dog had done but I could tell that you felt you had said enough.
I hopped out of the massive tube, soaking the floor, and called for the tall golden-red colored Rhodesian Ridgeback. If I had not gone out of the tub he would have jumped in after me because he is a dedicated dog who can only stand to be away from me for little more than a day. "Hunter, you pain in the butt! How good it is to see you after... so long." How painful my voice must have sounded. Bringing the dog here was done to remind me of the past. How very clever you are. I unconsciously slid back into the tub to evade the conversation at hand. That would not be enough to stop you from speaking your mind. When you decided to speak it was for a reason. You strip unceremoniously and slide in the pool after me. This still does not phase me in the slightest bit. Your intentions are not sexual. This I can sense. I guess it is quite a different situation when there is only one person in your life. That person becomes so much closer than you could have ever bargained for. The relationship is so much closer than what can ever be expressed physically. If your intentions were physical on the other hand it would be so much easier. You have no idea. What a handsome creature you are in all your dark glory.
You take the cloth which you had been using earlier and begin to gently drench my back in the warm water readying to remove the extra blood in which you could not reach earlier since I had my head in your lap. "This was much worse than I had ever expected it to be. You had difficulty accepting my powers. I did not bleed like this when I had the powers bequeathed onto me. But I can say, from experience, you will be weak for many months at least. From the signs so far it may be even worse. Much worse but we can not tell this yet. You will heal eventually. It will just require time and patience."
I turn my head and look back at you incredulously, "That entire thing was the exchanging of powers? You did not forewarn me. I would have liked to have been prepared you realize. I did not know anything of what was occurring. I was frightened to death. You disappeared and left me."
"I disappeared as was the final part of the process of the transformation. You do not seem to think that I would have warned you if it was within my capability. I could not have. It would have turned the entire thing into a disaster. You would have been destroyed. I am truly sorry though, but I had no choice in the matter." You firmly but gently put my head forward so that you could rinse and scour my neck.
"I do not doubt you. I have no reason to."
You lean forward and whispered intimately into my ear as if a remorseful sigh, "Sadly yes you do, my dear. Remember that I had been surprised when you said that you loved me still? I had good reason to. A very good reason to. You are so very clever. No one else would have ever guessed that I was enchanting them like you did when I had enchanted you."
I step forward and turn around to face you. I stumble a bit because my knees are weak with exhaustion from the lack of stamina you predicted. You grasp me by the shoulders and steady me against your warm delightful chest. "I enchanted you. Yes, but I did so with good cause. You thought that I was death, the wraith-like demon who gathers souls. You thought I would kill you. You feared me so much that if I had not changed your mind about me you would have hurt yourself or had always lived with a fear of me. I could not have lived with either of these possible outcomes. It would have broken my heart. Since you gained power I cannot create illusions for you any more. This is why it surprised me so that you cared for me. You understand do you not?"
"Why does it seem that I always understand you? Even now as my brain is not boggled I feel the same. Yes, I do understand but there is a greater problem at hand. I cannot stand well, and I mean this literally." I am practically hopeless now leaning heavily against your chest. "Will you please remove me from the water. I hate this. I can not stand such weakness. It is not me. No don't carry me! Just let me lean on you and get out of this wretched thing. What a oxymoron to call anything here wretched. Everything is just so beautiful. This tub is like something in which I had always dreamed about when I was younger. I always wanted one ever since-" You put a finger to my lips and smiled, "Quit babbling or we will never get out of this."
My eyes widened, "But I don't babble! It is not really all that fair that you-"
This time you quickly put your hand over my mouth to drown out my incessant babbling. Then you picked me up with the other hand over your shoulder and stride through the apartment and place me on the bed. "Enough of that. I have a lot of patience but if you do not cooperate I will never get what I want to say out to you." You sound so very irritated at me.
"Fine then. Of course, but let me point something out that might help you understand the circumstances better." I say.
"What would that be?" You look more amused than irritated now which I take as a very good sign indeed. You sit down next to me to listen, content.
"What you seemed to miss in all this is why I do not hate you for your lying to me when the enchantment was over. I feel that in my heart most of that love I felt was quite real."
You just stared.
I continue with, "There is such a bond here. We are all that each other have. I did not have any hopes left. You saved me from myself as I am sure that you realize. I admire you for this. You gave me back the human compassion that I had so desperately been seeking. Where you were thinking that you had filled my head with all these notions of love out of your own loneliness it had actually been of MY loneliness and MY free will. Where you had saved me from myself I had saved you from yourself. You needed the companionship as much as I. So much so that you thought that everything was of your doing. What ever happens now I need you crazy old man. Now that that is clarified I want you to explain the visions to me."
You have such a genuine grin on your mysterious and dark face that I start to laugh. You stop me. "Wait! Wait just a moment and I will tell you everything." You lean down and kiss me. This time the kiss is not of respect but of love and truth. With such clarity I will always remember that.
"Why did you ever want me? I am not really a beautiful woman. I am not tall or super skinny or very pretty. I am arrogant and with too big of a voice. I tell the truth too often and I am too sarcastic. I am too big a dreamer and too much a poet. I am sad too often and too jovial too much. I am in no way mediocre and am always with my nose stuck in a damned book."
"Exactly."
"What do you mean by that? Why out of millions of people do you choose to follow me? I am not all that interesting." I say with frustration in my voice.
"That is what you think, dear. You have such eyes that can see past what everyone else thinks. You are a dreamer and a poet. You are arrogant and loud. You are sad and you're happy. For these reasons you caught my eye. Fireflies and lemonade are so much more than what they seem. I am thrilled to meet some one who seems to find the same view about life as I do. The small things make it all worth while. Do not get yourself worked up about everything or you will expend the little energy you have left before I get to tell you about what you so desperately wanted to know."
I overjoyed by this, " I have learned all I need to know at the moment." I smiled a loud smile. So many words were in that smile than I could have tried to express in a thousand words. "I fear you are too late to stop me from wasting my energy. Let us sleep now. We can continue this conversation in the morning."
You sigh and then being obliged to the word of this unusual woman who for some unknown reason makes you happy you say, "Sleep well."
You turn away and walked into the kitchen worried about something or another. I could not wonder what it was for by that time my eyes were closed and I could concentrate no longer.
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How do you like this? Is it good? It is becoming sappy but I rather enjoy it. Poor me. Poor me. Poor me. I break my own rules.
What do you think so far? Could I have a good critique, PLEASE! I need help with getting this down pat. Do you think that my style is good? Do you like my characters? Am I overly redundant? Do I need to fix something? What should I watch for when I write further? Does my story have a good plot? Help me become a better writer please. I am sorry to badger you all so much. Here, I will stop chatting and write now.
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The bath is exquisite. As I said before the room has all the furnishings a person could ever want. It is not really a regular bath. It is more like a small inground pool with steps leading in from the side next to the French double doors that lead in from the other room. The entire room had a scarlet and gold color scheme. Those are my absolute favorite colors. Nothing fits me better. The room was so opulent that I was afraid that it wasn't real the first time that I saw it. Oh well now I know that it is real. I have spent hours in here on certain days just sampling and sifting through the gamut of soaps and lotions and such that practically litter the shelves and cupboards. You might think that the apartment was a furniture store. There was even a couple couches and useless exrta stands in the bathroom among everything else. I could never get bored here.
As I slip into the filling tub you come back through the French doors that you had exited a few minutes ago. What a wonder. Look at that! "What ever were you thinking? Oh god I am just speechless."
"You are speechless for once? I thought that you might have wanted this, beast. He had no where else to go and I thought that you might have missed it. It seems to that he has quite a sense of humor enough." You looked a bit amused by something the dog had done but I could tell that you felt you had said enough.
I hopped out of the massive tube, soaking the floor, and called for the tall golden-red colored Rhodesian Ridgeback. If I had not gone out of the tub he would have jumped in after me because he is a dedicated dog who can only stand to be away from me for little more than a day. "Hunter, you pain in the butt! How good it is to see you after... so long." How painful my voice must have sounded. Bringing the dog here was done to remind me of the past. How very clever you are. I unconsciously slid back into the tub to evade the conversation at hand. That would not be enough to stop you from speaking your mind. When you decided to speak it was for a reason. You strip unceremoniously and slide in the pool after me. This still does not phase me in the slightest bit. Your intentions are not sexual. This I can sense. I guess it is quite a different situation when there is only one person in your life. That person becomes so much closer than you could have ever bargained for. The relationship is so much closer than what can ever be expressed physically. If your intentions were physical on the other hand it would be so much easier. You have no idea. What a handsome creature you are in all your dark glory.
You take the cloth which you had been using earlier and begin to gently drench my back in the warm water readying to remove the extra blood in which you could not reach earlier since I had my head in your lap. "This was much worse than I had ever expected it to be. You had difficulty accepting my powers. I did not bleed like this when I had the powers bequeathed onto me. But I can say, from experience, you will be weak for many months at least. From the signs so far it may be even worse. Much worse but we can not tell this yet. You will heal eventually. It will just require time and patience."
I turn my head and look back at you incredulously, "That entire thing was the exchanging of powers? You did not forewarn me. I would have liked to have been prepared you realize. I did not know anything of what was occurring. I was frightened to death. You disappeared and left me."
"I disappeared as was the final part of the process of the transformation. You do not seem to think that I would have warned you if it was within my capability. I could not have. It would have turned the entire thing into a disaster. You would have been destroyed. I am truly sorry though, but I had no choice in the matter." You firmly but gently put my head forward so that you could rinse and scour my neck.
"I do not doubt you. I have no reason to."
You lean forward and whispered intimately into my ear as if a remorseful sigh, "Sadly yes you do, my dear. Remember that I had been surprised when you said that you loved me still? I had good reason to. A very good reason to. You are so very clever. No one else would have ever guessed that I was enchanting them like you did when I had enchanted you."
I step forward and turn around to face you. I stumble a bit because my knees are weak with exhaustion from the lack of stamina you predicted. You grasp me by the shoulders and steady me against your warm delightful chest. "I enchanted you. Yes, but I did so with good cause. You thought that I was death, the wraith-like demon who gathers souls. You thought I would kill you. You feared me so much that if I had not changed your mind about me you would have hurt yourself or had always lived with a fear of me. I could not have lived with either of these possible outcomes. It would have broken my heart. Since you gained power I cannot create illusions for you any more. This is why it surprised me so that you cared for me. You understand do you not?"
"Why does it seem that I always understand you? Even now as my brain is not boggled I feel the same. Yes, I do understand but there is a greater problem at hand. I cannot stand well, and I mean this literally." I am practically hopeless now leaning heavily against your chest. "Will you please remove me from the water. I hate this. I can not stand such weakness. It is not me. No don't carry me! Just let me lean on you and get out of this wretched thing. What a oxymoron to call anything here wretched. Everything is just so beautiful. This tub is like something in which I had always dreamed about when I was younger. I always wanted one ever since-" You put a finger to my lips and smiled, "Quit babbling or we will never get out of this."
My eyes widened, "But I don't babble! It is not really all that fair that you-"
This time you quickly put your hand over my mouth to drown out my incessant babbling. Then you picked me up with the other hand over your shoulder and stride through the apartment and place me on the bed. "Enough of that. I have a lot of patience but if you do not cooperate I will never get what I want to say out to you." You sound so very irritated at me.
"Fine then. Of course, but let me point something out that might help you understand the circumstances better." I say.
"What would that be?" You look more amused than irritated now which I take as a very good sign indeed. You sit down next to me to listen, content.
"What you seemed to miss in all this is why I do not hate you for your lying to me when the enchantment was over. I feel that in my heart most of that love I felt was quite real."
You just stared.
I continue with, "There is such a bond here. We are all that each other have. I did not have any hopes left. You saved me from myself as I am sure that you realize. I admire you for this. You gave me back the human compassion that I had so desperately been seeking. Where you were thinking that you had filled my head with all these notions of love out of your own loneliness it had actually been of MY loneliness and MY free will. Where you had saved me from myself I had saved you from yourself. You needed the companionship as much as I. So much so that you thought that everything was of your doing. What ever happens now I need you crazy old man. Now that that is clarified I want you to explain the visions to me."
You have such a genuine grin on your mysterious and dark face that I start to laugh. You stop me. "Wait! Wait just a moment and I will tell you everything." You lean down and kiss me. This time the kiss is not of respect but of love and truth. With such clarity I will always remember that.
"Why did you ever want me? I am not really a beautiful woman. I am not tall or super skinny or very pretty. I am arrogant and with too big of a voice. I tell the truth too often and I am too sarcastic. I am too big a dreamer and too much a poet. I am sad too often and too jovial too much. I am in no way mediocre and am always with my nose stuck in a damned book."
"Exactly."
"What do you mean by that? Why out of millions of people do you choose to follow me? I am not all that interesting." I say with frustration in my voice.
"That is what you think, dear. You have such eyes that can see past what everyone else thinks. You are a dreamer and a poet. You are arrogant and loud. You are sad and you're happy. For these reasons you caught my eye. Fireflies and lemonade are so much more than what they seem. I am thrilled to meet some one who seems to find the same view about life as I do. The small things make it all worth while. Do not get yourself worked up about everything or you will expend the little energy you have left before I get to tell you about what you so desperately wanted to know."
I overjoyed by this, " I have learned all I need to know at the moment." I smiled a loud smile. So many words were in that smile than I could have tried to express in a thousand words. "I fear you are too late to stop me from wasting my energy. Let us sleep now. We can continue this conversation in the morning."
You sigh and then being obliged to the word of this unusual woman who for some unknown reason makes you happy you say, "Sleep well."
You turn away and walked into the kitchen worried about something or another. I could not wonder what it was for by that time my eyes were closed and I could concentrate no longer.
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How do you like this? Is it good? It is becoming sappy but I rather enjoy it. Poor me. Poor me. Poor me. I break my own rules.