"But now let us notice what is strangest about the will - this manifold thing for which the people have only one word: inasmuch as in the given circumstances we are at the same time the commanding and the obeying parties, and as the obeying party we know the sensations of constraint, impulsion, pressure, resistance and motion, which usually begin immediately after the act of will, inasmuch as, on the other hand, we are accustomed to disregard this duality, and to deceive ourselves about it by means of thc synthetic concept 'I,' a whole series of erroneous conclusions, and consequently of false evaluations of the will itself, has become attached to the act of willing - to such a degree that he who wills believes sincerely that willing suffices for action. Since in thc great majority of cases there has been exereise of will only when the effect of the command - that is, obedience; that is, the action - was to be expected, the appearance has translated itself into the feeling, as if there were a necessity of effect."
--Nietzsche
"Beyond Good and Evil" Part One, On the Prejudices of Philosophers
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Dedicated to a fish called sid (I demand that you go to the reviews and click on the link to Sid's profile, the kid rocks at writing!), redrose2310 (my stalker-reviewer ::wink:: I know you're not, but that's your nickname!), and Jessica Shelby (the weird, the wonderful, the awesome Jess!).
"Philosophers of Maybe"
a murder by numbers fic by SchizoAuthoress
They had been in Redding for a few hours, and Richard was nervous. It had taken them about seven and a half hours of driving time to get there from San Luis Obispo, but it had been two days since their secret escape from Wilmont. This was because they had stopped periodically for breaks, in Santa Cruz and Napa. For reasons that Richard couldn't figure out, Justin had insisted that they under no circumstances stop in San Francisco. [1]
The only reason they had actually gotten a hotel room in Redding was because Justin needed a break from driving, and, although he wouldn't admit it, Richard felt the same way. When he complained about the delay, Justin had snapped back, "Look, I want to get to Vancouver as much as you do, but maybe you won't object to staying in one spot for a little while? I'm sick of staring down somebody's taillights!"
By now, Richard had stopped twisting his thumb ring and was tapping it against the metal leg of his chair. Justin was lying on his stomach on one of the full-sized hotel beds. The blond glared at his companion over the top of the "Necronomicon," translated into German by Von Juntz.
"What?" Richard asked when he noticed. Justin shook his head, returning his gaze to the printed page with an exasperated sigh. Richard got up and leaned over Justin to get a look at the book's cover. He asked, "What are you reading?"
"The 'Necronomicon,'" was Justin's short reply.
"Necro-what? Is that about dead people?"
Justin's eyes were reproachful, as if Richard had just asked whether two plus two equals four. He sat up, setting the book aside once he'd placed the bottom of his bookmark above the exact line where he stopped reading, and quoted in perfect German, "Gestorben ist nicht, was fur ewig ruht, und mit unbekannten Aonen mag sogar der Tod noch sterben." He smiled in a vaguely superior way at the annoyance in Richard's brown eyes once he'd finished.
Richard slid next to him and reminded, "I took French. Translation, please?"
Justin let himself fall backwards onto the matress and repeated the quote in English. "That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even Death may die."
"Huh. Interesting."
"Right," Justin snorted, "Not to you, though."
Richard lay down beside him and asked, "Why do you read German books so much? I mean, I don't go looking for Madame Curie's notes on...whatever the hell it was that she did, in the original French."
Justin's shrug looked a little odd with him lying on his back, but he answered seriously, "I wanted to be able to read Nietzsche in German, the way he wrote it. The other stuff is just for entertainment, and because I can."
"You going to live your entire life according to Nietzsche?" Richard grinned impudently, "And die of syphillis-induced insanity?"
Justin huffed with annoyance. "Only if you decide to fuck some dirty slut one night," he muttered, reaching for his book.
Richard pushed the "Necronomicon" off the bed and pinned Justin down by his shoulders. "What was that?"
"I said," Justin breathed, "I'd only get syphillis if you did, first."
"I'll take that as a promise of fidelity, instead of an insult," Richard mumured, leaning down to kiss the boy trapped by his body. Justin responded immediately, parting his soft lips and sweeping his tongue into Richard's mouth. An involuntary sound of pleasure burst from Richard's throat, muffled by their kiss. Their bodies moved together as though by magnetic charge, and they broke apart with extreme reluctance.
Richard kept his lips just barely brushing against Justin's, feeling the other boy's warm breath mingling with his own as he slid his hands under Justin's black shirt. Justin murmured playfully,
"I take it that you approve of the stop here."
Richard raised an eyebrow. "Oh? How do you figure?"
"Mm-m..." Justin slid his hand down Richard's front, whispering huskily, "I have my sources..."
"Christ," Richard swore with vehmence, as Justin groped with the row of buttons fastening his jeans.
Soon enough, their clothes were scattered around the bed, and they were in a rapture of wet mouths upon each other, naked flesh to naked flesh, heartbeats thundering hot. It was an ecstasy resultant of their union, whether as simple as a kiss or as intimate an act as making love.
****
Richard finished arranging the covers and lay down beside Justin, tenderly kissing the blond on the cheek. Justin sighed drowsily and snuggled against Richard's bare chest to sleep. Richard placed a protective arm around his lover and smiled as he too fell asleep.
END PART FIVE
More A/N: Aww, fluff! See, I can do sweet cotton-candy writing just as well as sad, dark, torturous angst! I don't know if I should do any really lemony scenes...I got a good reaction with my Harry Potter lemonfic, but I don't think that I am good enough to do an explicit sort of scene. Any opinions? (You probably wanna read Chapter Two of "A Very Good Friend I Don't Know At All" to give you an idea of what I'm capable of.)
[1] Ooh, footnote! This is probably the only hint that I've given so far that "No One Knows" ties into "Philosophers of Maybe."
--Nietzsche
"Beyond Good and Evil" Part One, On the Prejudices of Philosophers
*-*-*-*-*-*
Dedicated to a fish called sid (I demand that you go to the reviews and click on the link to Sid's profile, the kid rocks at writing!), redrose2310 (my stalker-reviewer ::wink:: I know you're not, but that's your nickname!), and Jessica Shelby (the weird, the wonderful, the awesome Jess!).
"Philosophers of Maybe"
a murder by numbers fic by SchizoAuthoress
They had been in Redding for a few hours, and Richard was nervous. It had taken them about seven and a half hours of driving time to get there from San Luis Obispo, but it had been two days since their secret escape from Wilmont. This was because they had stopped periodically for breaks, in Santa Cruz and Napa. For reasons that Richard couldn't figure out, Justin had insisted that they under no circumstances stop in San Francisco. [1]
The only reason they had actually gotten a hotel room in Redding was because Justin needed a break from driving, and, although he wouldn't admit it, Richard felt the same way. When he complained about the delay, Justin had snapped back, "Look, I want to get to Vancouver as much as you do, but maybe you won't object to staying in one spot for a little while? I'm sick of staring down somebody's taillights!"
By now, Richard had stopped twisting his thumb ring and was tapping it against the metal leg of his chair. Justin was lying on his stomach on one of the full-sized hotel beds. The blond glared at his companion over the top of the "Necronomicon," translated into German by Von Juntz.
"What?" Richard asked when he noticed. Justin shook his head, returning his gaze to the printed page with an exasperated sigh. Richard got up and leaned over Justin to get a look at the book's cover. He asked, "What are you reading?"
"The 'Necronomicon,'" was Justin's short reply.
"Necro-what? Is that about dead people?"
Justin's eyes were reproachful, as if Richard had just asked whether two plus two equals four. He sat up, setting the book aside once he'd placed the bottom of his bookmark above the exact line where he stopped reading, and quoted in perfect German, "Gestorben ist nicht, was fur ewig ruht, und mit unbekannten Aonen mag sogar der Tod noch sterben." He smiled in a vaguely superior way at the annoyance in Richard's brown eyes once he'd finished.
Richard slid next to him and reminded, "I took French. Translation, please?"
Justin let himself fall backwards onto the matress and repeated the quote in English. "That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons, even Death may die."
"Huh. Interesting."
"Right," Justin snorted, "Not to you, though."
Richard lay down beside him and asked, "Why do you read German books so much? I mean, I don't go looking for Madame Curie's notes on...whatever the hell it was that she did, in the original French."
Justin's shrug looked a little odd with him lying on his back, but he answered seriously, "I wanted to be able to read Nietzsche in German, the way he wrote it. The other stuff is just for entertainment, and because I can."
"You going to live your entire life according to Nietzsche?" Richard grinned impudently, "And die of syphillis-induced insanity?"
Justin huffed with annoyance. "Only if you decide to fuck some dirty slut one night," he muttered, reaching for his book.
Richard pushed the "Necronomicon" off the bed and pinned Justin down by his shoulders. "What was that?"
"I said," Justin breathed, "I'd only get syphillis if you did, first."
"I'll take that as a promise of fidelity, instead of an insult," Richard mumured, leaning down to kiss the boy trapped by his body. Justin responded immediately, parting his soft lips and sweeping his tongue into Richard's mouth. An involuntary sound of pleasure burst from Richard's throat, muffled by their kiss. Their bodies moved together as though by magnetic charge, and they broke apart with extreme reluctance.
Richard kept his lips just barely brushing against Justin's, feeling the other boy's warm breath mingling with his own as he slid his hands under Justin's black shirt. Justin murmured playfully,
"I take it that you approve of the stop here."
Richard raised an eyebrow. "Oh? How do you figure?"
"Mm-m..." Justin slid his hand down Richard's front, whispering huskily, "I have my sources..."
"Christ," Richard swore with vehmence, as Justin groped with the row of buttons fastening his jeans.
Soon enough, their clothes were scattered around the bed, and they were in a rapture of wet mouths upon each other, naked flesh to naked flesh, heartbeats thundering hot. It was an ecstasy resultant of their union, whether as simple as a kiss or as intimate an act as making love.
****
Richard finished arranging the covers and lay down beside Justin, tenderly kissing the blond on the cheek. Justin sighed drowsily and snuggled against Richard's bare chest to sleep. Richard placed a protective arm around his lover and smiled as he too fell asleep.
END PART FIVE
More A/N: Aww, fluff! See, I can do sweet cotton-candy writing just as well as sad, dark, torturous angst! I don't know if I should do any really lemony scenes...I got a good reaction with my Harry Potter lemonfic, but I don't think that I am good enough to do an explicit sort of scene. Any opinions? (You probably wanna read Chapter Two of "A Very Good Friend I Don't Know At All" to give you an idea of what I'm capable of.)
[1] Ooh, footnote! This is probably the only hint that I've given so far that "No One Knows" ties into "Philosophers of Maybe."
