Title: The Missing Member
Author: Opal
Anime: Escaflowne
Pairings: None
Warnings: Anger, hate, a bit of crudeness, a bit of sadness
Disclaimers: I do not own Escaflowne, or the characters, I am merely
borrowing them; I am making no money off of this and I do not intend to
either. Please do not sue me, for I have no money!
Notes: Dilandau's POV
The Missing Member Do you know what it's like? I don't think you do. To see the flames and the wrath it brings, the way it can take down the smallest house to the biggest village. It can consume lives without care. No the flames do not care who you are or what your status is, it just burns, until it dies out all it's own; or unless some little wise-ass douses it out with water. Then it sizzles and crackles, crying for its life, its life is lost, and the wise- ass becomes a hometown hero. That hero than decides that it is time to become the world's hero! One little victory is all it takes; it's like a drug, the sensation, the rush, they have to have it again, but this time the fire does not quench his thirst. He now goes after the one who started the fires, which means I have to deal with some pathetic king, who is trying to gain back what he lost. And do you know what he did? He scarred my face.my beautiful face. Once it was soft, like silk, and now there is a small canyon carved on my face, and deep with in it is the most sensitive flesh. And I can't help but touch it, and let the nerves cry out. It reminds me why I hate people, no wait; it actually reminds me more of why I hate him. He not only snuffed out the perfect, natural killing force, but disgraced my face as well. And to think he still wants more. What more do I have to offer? An arm, or perhaps my life, but I cannot let him take that much away from me. I have plans of my own, and they do not involve me getting skewered by that simpleton king and his clairvoyant, Mystic Moon lover.
She too has put a dent into my world of perfection. If it wasn't for her, my attacks would have been flawless, but she had to show up and destroy all that I had strived to create.
Now it's all gone. My men have left me, and Folken looks down upon me. And in the end, to add insult to injury, what do I learn.that I am not a male, but a female; an honorable knight's sister, who was stolen many years ago.
Now here I am, my Gaimelf is broken down, my flames no longer burn, my face is destroyed, my plans have gone like the mists in the early summer mornings, and I have no dick! I am left a tortured soul. This world continues to move forward, but I have chosen not to move with it, instead I watch from afar. What fun is there if I cannot destroy things that are prettier than I? Where is the joy if I can no longer burn down the homes of wasted human lives that are still living? There is nothing. I choose to watch and see how things turn out. In the end we're all the same.dead. Pleasant thought I know, but I am just a pleasant person. All I want is to be free, to be me, to have my flames back, to have my face back, and damn it I want my dick back! Bastards.
Owari
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I really, really like Dilandau; he is a fun person, with a sick, sick sense of fun. He's so cute too! I wanna take the little bugger home! LOL. Anyway C&C is nice!
Opal "No he's got a point"-Cronk's Super Ego
The Missing Member Do you know what it's like? I don't think you do. To see the flames and the wrath it brings, the way it can take down the smallest house to the biggest village. It can consume lives without care. No the flames do not care who you are or what your status is, it just burns, until it dies out all it's own; or unless some little wise-ass douses it out with water. Then it sizzles and crackles, crying for its life, its life is lost, and the wise- ass becomes a hometown hero. That hero than decides that it is time to become the world's hero! One little victory is all it takes; it's like a drug, the sensation, the rush, they have to have it again, but this time the fire does not quench his thirst. He now goes after the one who started the fires, which means I have to deal with some pathetic king, who is trying to gain back what he lost. And do you know what he did? He scarred my face.my beautiful face. Once it was soft, like silk, and now there is a small canyon carved on my face, and deep with in it is the most sensitive flesh. And I can't help but touch it, and let the nerves cry out. It reminds me why I hate people, no wait; it actually reminds me more of why I hate him. He not only snuffed out the perfect, natural killing force, but disgraced my face as well. And to think he still wants more. What more do I have to offer? An arm, or perhaps my life, but I cannot let him take that much away from me. I have plans of my own, and they do not involve me getting skewered by that simpleton king and his clairvoyant, Mystic Moon lover.
She too has put a dent into my world of perfection. If it wasn't for her, my attacks would have been flawless, but she had to show up and destroy all that I had strived to create.
Now it's all gone. My men have left me, and Folken looks down upon me. And in the end, to add insult to injury, what do I learn.that I am not a male, but a female; an honorable knight's sister, who was stolen many years ago.
Now here I am, my Gaimelf is broken down, my flames no longer burn, my face is destroyed, my plans have gone like the mists in the early summer mornings, and I have no dick! I am left a tortured soul. This world continues to move forward, but I have chosen not to move with it, instead I watch from afar. What fun is there if I cannot destroy things that are prettier than I? Where is the joy if I can no longer burn down the homes of wasted human lives that are still living? There is nothing. I choose to watch and see how things turn out. In the end we're all the same.dead. Pleasant thought I know, but I am just a pleasant person. All I want is to be free, to be me, to have my flames back, to have my face back, and damn it I want my dick back! Bastards.
Owari
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I really, really like Dilandau; he is a fun person, with a sick, sick sense of fun. He's so cute too! I wanna take the little bugger home! LOL. Anyway C&C is nice!
Opal "No he's got a point"-Cronk's Super Ego