A/N:
This was a piece that I wrote a few weeks back, put up, and then took down before any reviews were posted. This one is weird, I'll tell you that right now. I guess you could consider it an "artsy" piece; it's kinda an experiment, so to speak. I would like to see what you guys think of it. Good, stupid, interesting...? Let me know!
Genre of Romance: Angst/General
Rating: PG (hope it's not too confusing lol)
You stand before me, your eyes blank and dim; no light is able to penetrate their darkness. I have watched you these long years, as your spirit continually wanes until I see what it is at this very moment: nonexistent.
My beautiful wraith, how I wonder what you really are.
You say nothing; your crimson lips pursed in the emptiest of expressions. Is their truly naught I can accomplish here? Why do you stare at me so? Do you not see how your spirit is crumbling, burning to the grayest of ash to be eventually blown into the cruel wind?
My beautiful wraith, why do you do this?
Each day, you go along and perform your appointed task, and every night, you fall victim to your nightmarish visions, never to be comforted. But I am here. Have you not seen me directly at your side, always?
My beautiful wraith, I am forever your slave.
I ask aloud, why do you do this? You stare, vacant and lost, a mask never to be removed. I ask the question once more, yet you do not speak.
My beautiful wraith, are you to become nothing?
Why? I cry. Why are you obliterating your soul? Goddesses above, do you truly desire this fate?
You reply that you do not know of what I speak. You are only performing your duty, the duty of one who is of royal blood. What more do you ask of me? you inquire.
My beautiful wraith, how I pity your hellish existence.
I roughly take you by the shoulders, my anger overcoming every other emotion. Your eyes widen slightly, surprised by my actions. You are mad, I state. Completely and wholly mad.
Your once beautiful, now empty, eyes narrow with the only emotion you believe in displaying: bitterness. Unhand me, you command. Or I will have you hung.
My beautiful wraith, you cannot kill me.
I chuckle. You lie, I whisper.
I never lie. You sink into yourself.
Your entire life is a lie. I grip your shoulders even tighter.
Do you dare to mar a princess? you snap. You are mad to think that you are immune to punishment.
Bruises are forming along your shoulders from my grip. I reply that you are the only one whom is mad. Mad enough to slowly slaughter your spirit.
Desist!
No, my beautiful wraith.
My life is of no concern to you!
On the contrary.
Please, let me go, you moan. Let me be.
I cannot let you go, my beautiful wraith.
Please.
No.
I beg of you. Let me be.
No.
Please…I do not want this…
I continue to grip your shoulders.
A single tear falls from your eye. Please.
I eventually let you go, and then you collapse onto the ground, panting.
My beautiful wraith, what have I done?
I watch as you slowly crumble at my feet. Everything…everything…disappears…
Why?
I bend down before you and watch as you sob into your hands. Gathering you into my arms, you weep piteously onto my own shoulder, soaking my clothing with your tears.
Do not let me go, you whisper. I have nothing… Weeping.
Oh, my poor wraith.
I do not want to be alone.
Never.
Please…
My beautiful wraith…
how I love you so.
My beautiful wraith…
Zelda…
How was it? Isn't it odd? I've never done 2nd person POV before, and it's rare that you see it. I really just wanted to do something different here, as you can tell. Let me know, again, what you think! And remember: I'm still taking requests (and thinking over the ones given already)! Request something different; I need a challenge! It doesn't have to have a plot, it can be a theme, setting, etc. K? Great! Thanx for reading this weirdo fic of mine.
A/N:
Here's an explanation for My Beautiful Wraith. I hope it clears some things up.
1) The Characters
I think I should establish who in the world is actually in this story. It's Link and Zelda – Link is speaking to Zelda here. I think it was obvious that it was Zelda (since her name was said at the end), but Link, not so much. Oh well.
2)The Wraith
So I can sound smart, I'll give you the definition of the word "wraith": the exact likeness of a living person seen usually just before death as an apparition or an insubstantial form or semblance. But in this story, Zelda is called "my beautiful wraith" not because she is dead, but because her spirit, her soul is, more or less, dead. The princess is quite well physically. The word "wraith" is simply used metaphorically, here, not literally.
3)The Plot
I personally think the plot is fairly simple to follow, but, then again, I was also the one who wrote it. Link speaks of how Zelda is dead inside, of how she has become cold and distant due to the pains and horrors of her life. In hopes of somehow bringing "life" back into her, he asks her why she is destroying herself. She says nothing, but eventually tells Link that she has done nothing wrong and has only done her appointed task. In anger, Link grabs her by the shoulders and tells her she is insane. (and she can bruise since she is actually alive…) She, then, demands that he unhands her, and he refuses. He continues to press her, continues to force her to look into her life and see how her spirit is dying. Eventually, Zelda breaks (spiritually) and falls to the ground in sobs. Link feels heavy with guilt and then begins to comfort her, knowing that despite what she has become, he will always love her.
Does that help at all? If not, then I guess you're on your own. XD I personally don't think it's THAT complicated, but I believe that all of the reviews I got for this thing consisted of "That was really confusing… GREAT JOB!" Not to poke fun at you guys, but I personally think it's hilarious. You try so hard to not offend me. Don't worry: I'm not easily insulted. (not to say that I'd want a flame…) ANYWAY, after everything is seemingly "cleared up" /w this, I'll take this explanation down. K? Hope it helps…
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